<?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-3413032771680761272</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:03:24.008+08:00</updated><category term='PS : I LOVE YOU'/><category term='you&apos;re mine and i mean it ~'/><category term='I WANT Cotton Candy ~'/><category term='That&apos;s the life story  .'/><category term='my lifes upside down now'/><category term='IATECHOCOLATEICECREAM :D'/><category term='I still can&apos;t forget what happened'/><category term='Wish me luck ?'/><category term='Its simple'/><category term='Lazy to edit picture'/><category term='7 more days .'/><category term='BTW : Yesterdays pics  Enjoy :D'/><category term='Hoping everything would just change for the better .'/><category term='Stop bitching with me .'/><category term='another time ?'/><category term='and thats how it all started (:'/><category term='i&apos;m not sure where this is going to end'/><category term='I just gotta somehow persuade myself that'/><category term='SORRY . I REALLY TRULY AMM .'/><category term='Help me ; coz i&apos;m starting to fall'/><category term='I wanna be your ROCKSTAR'/><category term='you gotta understand .'/><category term='I hate your bitchy-ness'/><category term='FIFTY TWO TIMES'/><category term='Make my heart skip another beat for you (:'/><category term='Lalala'/><category term='Waitng for the day when everything will be back to normal'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Why are we strangers when Our love is strong ?'/><category term='Freaky Guy .'/><category term='Money ?'/><category term='I feel so freaking sick'/><category term='ILOVECHOCOLATEICECREAM :D'/><category term='Bitchy life .'/><category term='recovering in progress'/><category term='A body of sickness right now'/><category term='Results-sick ?'/><category term='I didn&apos;t ask you did i ?'/><category term='It still does not seem the same'/><category term='myy life is a bitch | |'/><category term='sorry for everything'/><category term='rachel (:'/><category term='I cant just study all day'/><category term='Without your wings i feel so small'/><category term='Back ~'/><category term='Its just a matter of a few days ~'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Its just not the same feeling anymore ~'/><category term='I wanna finish this book of my life with a happy ending'/><category term='Annoying Freak'/><category term='FIVE more days .'/><category term='Tired of everything ? (S)'/><category term='my imperfect life'/><category term='Its just a typical love story ?'/><category term='Make my heart skip another beat for you'/><category term='I&apos;m tired of this life ~'/><category term='lifes not a fairytale with happy endings'/><category term='I CANT WAIT ~'/><category term='IWANTCHOCOLATEICECREAM:D'/><category term='THREE more days .'/><title type='text'>Rachel~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6492180649907766841</id><published>2009-12-05T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:47:49.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying Freak'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm so blind right now , sister took away my glasses , coz she broke hers , and she had to go work , so i had to lend her mind , she said she will get me Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's though ;DD&lt;br /&gt;Okay , so , I'm awfully tired right now , i need to go catch some sleep .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suppose to go out with Grace today , but she had to go out with her sister , so nevermind , having lunch with the whole clique on Sunday . They wanna go vivo , SUPERDOG ! again !&lt;br /&gt;But I'm find with anything so yaa . They wanna go see that MAN again , hahahha . That disgusting guy ! I'll update then , there will be more to talk about .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ahh . Feel like going to Jane's house , but she's working , i should have worked today , we could talk . But i didn't want to work on Saturdays , plus what if i worked and she isn't . Ohh , but there are the guys , THE ENTERTAINMENT ! I'll think about it , i might work on Saturdays next week , I'm not sure .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well , I'm gonna catch some sleep now , toddles !&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/3413032771680761272-6492180649907766841?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6492180649907766841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6492180649907766841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6492180649907766841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6492180649907766841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-blind-right-now-sister-took-away.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4817982627875617944</id><published>2009-12-03T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:05:40.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I still can&apos;t forget what happened'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally there's a day when I'm all alone , I've been waiting for this day , for ages ! Sisters went work , so did mommy and daddy . Working tomorrow . I didn't see a reason to blog , but since there was nothing on TV , i decided to . I'll be keeping this post really short . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went vivo with mommy and sister yesterday to look for a pretty blue dress , i saw this really nice one , but its not for Christmas . I'm so getting that wallet and dress . Mommy said the dress is not worth it . Bu its pretty nice . Its 38 bucks . I might get it . The wallet's 18 bucks , I'm definitely getting that !! Changed my music finally . I'm planning to change my skin , but I'm to lazy to find one , so I'll probably do it another time .&lt;/span&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/3413032771680761272-4817982627875617944?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4817982627875617944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4817982627875617944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4817982627875617944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4817982627875617944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-theres-day-when-im-all-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1895140796744913218</id><published>2009-12-01T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:06:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorry , i really am , and this time i really mean it . I'm not writing it down because i know you will read it , but because i am really sorry . Whatever i said , i really didn't mean it . After she talked to me , she knocked some sense into my little stubborn head . I realised that everything i said about you was wrong , well it seemed right to me then . But now , now , i see everything clearly , now i know how it must have hurt you , now i understand everything . She said it wasn't too late , it really it is not too late , but trust me , I'll never do it again , i promise you . I really do . Hope you forgive me , i really hope you do .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-1895140796744913218?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1895140796744913218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1895140796744913218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1895140796744913218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1895140796744913218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-i-really-am-and-this-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5916900434185951368</id><published>2009-11-30T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:31:27.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised Brandon i would post yesterday ! Though i didn't invite him to my blog ? Weird ! Ha . But he does know my account , so he would probably check ! Anyways , i cried my heart out , but mommy still would not let use the computer . She was saying all late it was , and how i should get more sleep , coz my eyes looks like two heavy shopping bags ! But I watched TV anyway ! I couldn't get sleep , even though i knew i was tired .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , so anyway yesterday me and Jane broke the record ! we were with each other for 12 whole hours ! The longest we've spent ! (: FUNNN !!&lt;br /&gt;so church as usual . Then me , Jane's parents , and her siblings , went to eat at FOSTERS . I know it must have felt awkward , but nope it was not . Her family is so cool . But lucky not all her 5 siblings were there , there were only two (: So jemmy drove us back to her Jane's house .&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was put on a movie , and tucked ourselves to bed . We watched 17 again , AGAIN ! It was funn though . I totally fell in love with her bed , it was so soft , i could have stolen it ! Anyways , watched TV after that , and cabbed to ACJC . Wait ! Before that , we saw a dead snake , ran over by a car ! Ewwwww ! Thanks to Timmy for telling us ! Ha , i even have a photo of it . Though it looks like a leaf in the picture ! Anyways , we went ACJC for Gracie's concert .&lt;br /&gt;Their band and choir was really good , seriously ! Not kidding ! ANywyas , talked to Gracie and stuff after her concert , and went to wait for Debbie to pick us up . While waiting , me and Jane were playing with her I-touch , and suddenly we started talking , like a real girl to girl talk . We talked like really deep stuff , and that was when the crying begun ! I was crying , and she was hugging me , and i was crying even more , and she was still hugging me . She is like this other shoulder which i know i can count on ? I mean seriously , i know i can always call her and stuff when something wrong . Anyways , went home after that ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5916900434185951368?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5916900434185951368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5916900434185951368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5916900434185951368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5916900434185951368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-promised-brandon-i-would-post.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-256675252579505409</id><published>2009-11-25T20:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:51:32.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like i could sleep for 3 dozen years . I'm just yearning to lie down right now .&lt;br /&gt;FLU ! A terrible one ! Sister passed it to me &gt;:( and she passed it to mommy too .&lt;br /&gt;Aw , i would help mommy with the chores since she isn't feeling well , but I've got NO TIME !&lt;br /&gt;Just today i was walking and paining and cleaning and GOSSIPING ! =X&lt;br /&gt;Last day of SLP ! We went to the children's care ! ;D I chose that to see those adorable faces . Those little cute angels . And bad luck ! They went for an excursion . So we set of to clean the whole place , giving it a fresh new look ;D We took like forever to paint ! It was fun though !! Really fun ! The pleasure you get after doing the whole thing just makes me so happy doesn't it ? I mean to see those little angles so happy after they come back from their excursion to see a new , beautiful place . Its just so sweet to see them . But too bad , we left before they came ! I hope they really liked it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE IDOL - CHARLES = ELIMINATED =X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm using dozens of tissue packs , and my nose has gone all red ! / I'VE GOT TO KNOW SO MANY SECRETS TODAY !! Muahahha . I wont tell , PROMISE ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i have to say it to you slowly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'--M---- A--V--O--I--D--I--N--G---- Y--O--U---- ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;G--E--T---- T--H--A--T---- ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Btw , i wont be replying tags anymore , unless they're important . I'm tired of typing , : thanks for tagging ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So yeahh ? Important ones will be replied in my blog though !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-256675252579505409?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/256675252579505409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=256675252579505409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/256675252579505409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/256675252579505409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-i-could-sleep-for-3-dozen.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3733868668099684507</id><published>2009-11-23T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:36:11.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SwoQ6XDqUnI/AAAAAAAABAo/tMaMOdV4SSs/s1600/rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407152897419530866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SwoQ6XDqUnI/AAAAAAAABAo/tMaMOdV4SSs/s400/rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOO !&lt;br /&gt;I finally had time to use to computer . I'm so freaking BUSY , and i totally hate it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got so many UN-replied texts . Stupid Charles . I'm telling you , that boy is really lucky to still be in the competition . Well , faizal wasn't that great either , he was just SO hot ? Its true ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay , whatever , I've got so much to catch up on , online , and I've got so little time . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skipped dance today , and i didn't tell mommy . I just told her there was no dance . Told teacher i was sick , and she said she wanted an MC . Oh Well , I'll just write her a letter . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay , seriously , i need a break , there is not even 1 day where i can wake up at 12pm . Not even today ? Mommy wants me to do spring cleaning , ALL BY MYSELF . Well sister and to help , but she went out , I'll do her share , and she'll be treating me something ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on , that's what sisters are for . Okay , mommy so has not forgotten the incident . Why cant she understand that I'm just a kiddo , who makes silly mistakes . Well we'll both just need time . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 MORE DAYS , Just 5 and I'll be free from STRESS . Ohh , but i still have Dance outside school ! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least that's entertaining . ! December is gonna be SHOPPING MONTH . I cant wait to get my new Dress for Christmas , though i don't know what colour i should wear this year ? I thinking of sky blue , or electric blue ? I don't know ! But its gonna be a really cool dress ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so cannot wait babehh ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it readers , i off to get some sleep . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3733868668099684507?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3733868668099684507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3733868668099684507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3733868668099684507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3733868668099684507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo-i-finally-had-time-to-use-to.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SwoQ6XDqUnI/AAAAAAAABAo/tMaMOdV4SSs/s72-c/rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6733922830456168275</id><published>2009-11-18T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:30:53.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;CHARLES "SITCH" WONG&lt;/span&gt; sooooooooo better get eliminated . Too bad for those who love him ! =X&lt;br /&gt;I want my top for to be , Tabitha , Sylvia , faizal and sezairi ! Yeahh , they have to be in the top 5 !&lt;br /&gt;Well , i don't think i will watch the results show though ? If not I'll be late for dance again !&lt;br /&gt;Late EQUALS TO FORTY PUSH-UPS . Aww , so sweet everyone seems to be loving tabitha ! She hott though =X Ooo , i sound like I'm a lesbian . Hhaha , she has a great voice , yeahh she does !&lt;br /&gt;ACCEPT THE FACT !! Okay , enough of Singapore Idol .&lt;br /&gt;I better not get sick tomorrow , I GOT WET IN THE RAIN ! WITH MARISSA !! Hahaha , she was so sweet to offer to her hoodie ! Ohh , i would have let her wore it , but due to some reasons , i didn't . Shhhhhh .&lt;br /&gt;She went training after that , and i went outtt ! ;D Plaza was nothing much ):&lt;br /&gt;Movie CANCELLED ! Double sadness !&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it , I'm gonna continue with my Singapore Idol !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dance Routines are making me sick , really sick !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6733922830456168275?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6733922830456168275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6733922830456168275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6733922830456168275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6733922830456168275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/charles-sitch-wong-sooooooooo-better.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6938763948970010955</id><published>2009-11-15T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:33:03.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TIRED !!&lt;br /&gt;Okay , so today's day was AWESOME !&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED IT . I always love it when all the youth go out though .&lt;br /&gt;So , went Great World after church , lunched , and went to watch 2012 .&lt;br /&gt;Not badd , quite interesting . SAD ! Yeahh , yeahh , i cried . At one part .&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha . Movie ended around 6++ , walked around , and home .&lt;br /&gt;Got my pay , yeahh !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But saving , for my outing . I'm not RICH yet though .&lt;br /&gt;No school tomorrow . Is that great or what ?&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep the whole day , but of course i wont , hahahahha .&lt;br /&gt;Sister wants me to running with her . But i said NO ! I'M LAZY ! =X&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Kimmy right now , she is so COOL , haha , and she loves PURPLE ,&lt;br /&gt;double coolness !! Hhaha , Well , that's it , I'm gonna turn in now .&lt;br /&gt;See yaa peeps !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6938763948970010955?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6938763948970010955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6938763948970010955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6938763948970010955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6938763948970010955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired-okay-so-todays-day-was-awesome-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8768121804208117733</id><published>2009-11-14T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:21:29.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOUR DAYS since i last blogg-ed . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just PLAIN lazy , my badd !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha , nothing much as been happening recently . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its just Dance(not school dance) , and more dance . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was panning to QUIT , but decided not too , its kinda fun anyway . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its keeping my Monday and Thursday night occupied . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had workkk yesterday . Its getting more fun ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guys are hilarious . I'm not kidding . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially Justin , well he was the only guy there , since the other 2 went&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for catering . He's kinda funn to work with . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was buddied with Crystal yesterday . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww ): , its the last time i would have a buddy . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's funn too ;D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After work , Me and Jane were gossiping . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we were playing truth or Dare with her I-touch !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ughhh ! I had to go when she had to Describe her First kiss . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh well , she better tell me how it went . HA !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went Vivo after that with mama , sister , and her friend . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sister wanted to go get accessories for her Prom . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeahh , so Dinner at SuperDog , and went home . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com-ed until 12++ and slept , waking up with a terrible pain on my neck !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slept on the wrong side , i guess . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeahh , that's it .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8768121804208117733?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8768121804208117733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8768121804208117733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8768121804208117733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8768121804208117733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/four-days-since-i-last-blogg-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3495397322776716353</id><published>2009-11-10T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:24:46.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SORRY . I REALLY TRULY AMM .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently at EUNICE house ;D&lt;br /&gt;Free use of Internet =X =X&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA !&lt;br /&gt;Anyways went school at 9++ ? Yeahh . Urm .. so results were not bad luhh !&lt;br /&gt;I mean i got to the class i wanted and got the subjects i wanted os yeahh .&lt;br /&gt;Uhh , well the SAD thing is that Marissa and i not same class . She went 3N3 , coz she took A.maths . STUPID ! Mommy happy with my results , but she dont want to tell me . Anyways ,&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED !!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyahh , i think those sad memories or going off my mind , trying to forget it , so I'll really APPRECIATE it if you don't remind me about it , thanks for your concern guyss !&lt;br /&gt;Especially SAM !&lt;br /&gt;That's it , i might edit later when i go home , see first yeahh ?&lt;br /&gt;Whole day gone tomorrow . ):&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh ! Going out soon , as in next week .&lt;br /&gt;[EDITED]&lt;br /&gt;Geee , I'm backk !!&lt;br /&gt;So i told my mommy i needed to use com , coz i had to do my holiday homework , but it doesn't look like i am , nevermind , she's cooking anyways ! I decided to pop back into my blog to edit it , coz i'm BORED . And my MW cant workkk !! Freaker ? Can anything get any worse ?!&lt;br /&gt;Ughh , well i don't think I've got much to write ?&lt;br /&gt;Aww , my post is rather short i know , but too bad people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YEAHH ! I LOVE YOU BABE !! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You're AWESOME !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3495397322776716353?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3495397322776716353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3495397322776716353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3495397322776716353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3495397322776716353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/currently-at-eunice-house-d-free-use-of.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2729358407687934147</id><published>2009-11-09T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:32:46.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't been posting , i know , i know . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm being reminded by at least 1 person everyday . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally , I've got time ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This months terrible  !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much has been happening .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I never thought you would find out . I know , i was in the wrong . I felt terrible . I wish i could just hug you and say sorry . But couldn't pull myself to do it . I had to lock myself in the room , finding for excuses to cover up this . But i know if i kept covering up , its gonna be worse , Way worse . I didn't lie to you , nor tell you the truth . I was trying to figure things out in my room . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I swear , i never wanted this to happened . If only , i never did such a stupid thing . I regret it , yes i do . ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could just scream put loud right now . Thats it , i don't wanna talk about it anymore , my hand starting to tremble already . I'M NOT GONNA BREAK DOWN AGAIN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drats ! My msn has problem . Stuupid whatever troubleshoot thing !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry , to all those peeps i was talking too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-2729358407687934147?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2729358407687934147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2729358407687934147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2729358407687934147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2729358407687934147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-havent-been-posting-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7678226797955417232</id><published>2009-11-05T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:17:22.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a reason , a plain reason for everything , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i don't know whats it , I've been finding for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it, its been days , weeks , months , years . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still looking aimlessly . I'm trying to get hold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of myself , i cant . No ones helping even though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're trying to . Why can anyone understand , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS MY LIFE , I'LL DEAL IT THE WAY I WANT TOO .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i really need help , I'll come , I'll ask you guys , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i hate you poking into my affairs . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally drained out right now . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm like some lifeless vegetable . I've did so many &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong stuff , each night i sleep , is another tremble &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nightmare , everything's gone all wrong , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything ! I've gotta understand something , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M NOT A PRINCESS ; LIFE AREN'T A FAIRYTALE&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been falling and falling , trying to make myself happy , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i am , but its only for a short period of time , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything's stressing me out lately , i cant seem to follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone . Family seems like they're alien to me . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to reach out , I'm reaching forward , but it feels &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like some unknown force is pulling me back , I'm gonna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say a prayer and go back to sleep , hopefully everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;becomes alright .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry , its kind of a emo post . I cant help it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life's got sad moments one's in a while . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Going to school later , for student leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;program , and I've got Dance class outside school . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7678226797955417232?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7678226797955417232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7678226797955417232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7678226797955417232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7678226797955417232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-reason-plain-reason-for.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4699388072017921621</id><published>2009-11-04T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:32:30.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaRLhrVII/AAAAAAAABAg/4pvb_-k5ukQ/s1600-h/DSC08702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400267048136430722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaRLhrVII/AAAAAAAABAg/4pvb_-k5ukQ/s400/DSC08702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaQ6iey6I/AAAAAAAABAY/whwV7XDEgBA/s1600-h/DSC08695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400267043576400802" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaQ6iey6I/AAAAAAAABAY/whwV7XDEgBA/s400/DSC08695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaQnaIJdI/AAAAAAAABAQ/zKb3VMkuyt8/s1600-h/DSC08691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400267038441088466" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaQnaIJdI/AAAAAAAABAQ/zKb3VMkuyt8/s400/DSC08691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaQUk5TYI/AAAAAAAABAI/__CP6zY1URM/s1600-h/DSC08687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400267033385979266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaQUk5TYI/AAAAAAAABAI/__CP6zY1URM/s400/DSC08687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay , firstly I'm SORRY , i know i promised to update yesterday , but something happened .&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking ANNOYED . &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ WHY CANT YOU UNDERSTAND ? ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I totally don't wanna talk about what happened . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , Ughhhh ! My November schedule is so freaking tight luhh ! Dance , work , Dance , work , Dance , student leadership , work , student leadership , dance .&lt;br /&gt;That's all going on in my mind . I'm trying to give myself some space .&lt;br /&gt;Rachel wants me too plan an outing with her , I'll try to soooooon yeahh ? Sorry !&lt;br /&gt;Ohh , that's reminds me , i need to message her !&lt;br /&gt;Okay , so dance today ! My minds all occupied with dance .&lt;br /&gt;The concert is 2 months away ? Why are we practising now ? UGHHHH !&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed with EVERYTHING , especially home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MARISSA WE NEED TO GO OUT ! JUST THE 2 OF US ! I'VE GOT SO MUCH TO SAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okays , so I'll talk about yesterday ! I WAS EARLYY ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EARLIER THAN MARISSA !&lt;br /&gt;She was so cuttee ? She starting running , as soon as she saw me . Reminds me of my childhood , when i used to run to mommy . Aww , i loved that moments . Okay , BACK TO THE POINT !&lt;br /&gt;We went bugis first . So we took a us there , and miss the stop , went all the way to City Hall . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so engrossed in taking photos , hahhahaha . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways , we W-A-L-K-E-D form City Hall to Bugis . Let me repeat that W-A-L-K-E-D . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow , i wasn't tired . Maybe the physical Training in dance , is building my stamina up ! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well , walked the while of Bugis , and finally found the Almost Perfect jeans , for work . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon after that , Kavin , and Tenisha cameeeeee ! Walked around Bugis again , coz they needed stuff for their overseas trip . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went Kovan after that . Apparently , its was cheaper there . And home after that ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well , that's it readers (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Toddles (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know I've been harsh to you and stuff , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but why cant you just understand me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And i so hard to be understood , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeahh , i know . I've been mean and times , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;wishing you were dead , i really wanted you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;be dead . Weather you are in a stable mind or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;in a unstable mind , i just always fail to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you too . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But somehow , i don't regret wishing you were dead , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm sorry , if I'm being mean , but its just what I'm feeling . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just hope , one day , you'll change for the better . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I really do . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3413032771680761272-4699388072017921621?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4699388072017921621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4699388072017921621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4699388072017921621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4699388072017921621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-firstly-im-sorry-i-know-i-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SvGaRLhrVII/AAAAAAAABAg/4pvb_-k5ukQ/s72-c/DSC08702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2713053569828186716</id><published>2009-11-03T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:52:21.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back Home !! &lt;div&gt;I'll definitely update this post tonight !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hate using sister's laptop ! So , I'll update later !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS : IMISSYOU !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-2713053569828186716?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2713053569828186716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2713053569828186716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2713053569828186716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2713053569828186716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-home-ill-definitely-update-this.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4095526197292570193</id><published>2009-11-02T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:45:55.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its simple'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Su5Hw6m2uKI/AAAAAAAABAA/fYv1JP5AUoY/s1600-h/DSC06717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331908955322530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Su5Hw6m2uKI/AAAAAAAABAA/fYv1JP5AUoY/s400/DSC06717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh , yeahh , i know . I haven't been posting for 2 days . I was P-U-R-E lazy , to just type : blogger.com . Well , just to bad readers ! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways , Went vivo yesterday . I was suppose to buy my jeans , anyways . WALKED the whole of Vivo , i finally found my favourite shop . Ohh well , i didn't get anything in the end . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then WALKED again , to find Ben and Jerrys . It was like as though Ben and Jerrys was at Changi Airport , and we were at Habourfront . Anyways , found it in the end . Oh My . The pleasure you get when you just taste Ben and Jerrys is indescribable . Its the BEST brand so far . Ohh wait , Hagen Das isn't that bad as well , anyways , didn't get anything in the end . Headed home . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for Dance in a few hours time . I'm not READY ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ughh , the lazy feeling is creeping up my body right now , whatever is it , i'm going !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUGIS tomorrow ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting work on Friday so yeahh , i need to get a new pair of Jeans , my old ones are worn out . Well , that's it readers , toddles !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-4095526197292570193?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4095526197292570193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4095526197292570193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4095526197292570193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4095526197292570193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeahh-yeahh-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Su5Hw6m2uKI/AAAAAAAABAA/fYv1JP5AUoY/s72-c/DSC06717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6006496464703953329</id><published>2009-10-30T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:38:44.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so freaking tired today , i went to bed at like 12 or 1++ ,&lt;br /&gt;had to go down to the police station at 9+ ? IN THE NIGHT ! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kavin's&lt;/span&gt; dad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feached&lt;/span&gt; me there .&lt;br /&gt;Did some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; , and back home , at 11++ . &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ughh&lt;/span&gt; !! I'm having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mood swings&lt;/span&gt; , i better go catch up with my sleep later before i get cranky !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 10+ , took my  report book . I was nervous i tell you , i was so freaking scared that my mother tongue would pull me down , and after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seemun&lt;/span&gt; told me she got Top40 , i felt worse , i was so scared &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luhh&lt;/span&gt; !! I gave out a heavy sigh after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Class &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Position&lt;/span&gt; : 6/42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Level Position : 31/125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3As , 3&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bs&lt;/span&gt; , 3Cs , 1F9 =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I felt so touched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;about what you said , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;about what you wrote , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and about what you did , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; know , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;crying , but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;know , its tears of joy , I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;grateful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everything .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6006496464703953329?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6006496464703953329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6006496464703953329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6006496464703953329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6006496464703953329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-so-freaking-tired-today-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2316074169368276219</id><published>2009-10-28T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:35:06.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Birthday today , yeahh . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have to say it was pretty great . I mean it was the best of the best birthdays I've celebrated . I loved it , thanks to those who wished me and gave me stuff , or even if you didn't give me anything , thanks for the wish , whatever it is , I'll appreciate it . Thanks a lot . Grandma was the sweetest , she sang we a sweet birthday song , on the phone , she could not come here , after she hurt her back , but still , i loved it . I was so touched , i started crying . Its all happy tears . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was EARLY today ! Yeahh ! *PEACE* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyways , had archery . Eeeek ! The Bow thingy was quite heavy , haha . But overall , not bad . Quite interesting . Went back to school after that and lunch-ed . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suppose to go out with seemun and Marissa , but went to seemun's house , and ended up using com . Marissa said another time , but its okay (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really loved it , girl . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its so sweet , though you cant beat my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandma , but i was so touched , i could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have hugged you forever . How much i write down here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; , it still wont express my gratitude towards you , you've&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;helped me out in every area of my life , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;weather its family problems , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or financial problems , or guy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;situations , or giving me excuses for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something i did wrong , whatever it is , you've helped me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lot . I wanna thank you for that , everything , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the reason why I'm smiling most of the time , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the reason why people rarely see tears in my eyes . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean a lot to me , so much more then what I'm writing . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never wanna lose you , where-ever we go in life , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll remember you and treasure you forever . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always remember you were that true friend to me . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for everything .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-2316074169368276219?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2316074169368276219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2316074169368276219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2316074169368276219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2316074169368276219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-today-yeahh.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7990318203347974900</id><published>2009-10-27T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:12:31.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired of everything ? (S)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SuZ6BY_yC3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/l3yWHFI4Bn0/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397135367758547826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SuZ6BY_yC3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/l3yWHFI4Bn0/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like B-O-R-E-D , yeahh , thats what most people say after exams . Dance , yesterday . We've gotta PRACTISE , PRACTISE , PRACTISE for the school concert . The dance secdual changed , its like LONGER , and MORE practises , if i'm not wrong ? Met marissa , and the both of us and her twin brother went to Plaza , to get GIFTS ! Yeahh ! We've got one already , meeting her later to get another one for someone else . I saw this really really CUTE bear , it was PURPLE , but that was NOT the only reason why i loved it (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , left there at 7++++ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was suppose to meet marissa at 8.30 to follow her to the clinic for her X-ray , but my plan FAILED ! Mommy said it was too early , Oh well , nevermind , i'll be meeting her later anyways :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh , thats it , SLACKED the while day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS : &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry ): / Thanks , but you didn't have too .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[EDITED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BACK ! Yeahh ! We've bought someone else's present . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done with shopping for peoples presents . I'm tired !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked to the of Plaza , causing marissa to be late for training . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh mann ! Hope she does not get into trouble ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well , as usual i was the LATE one , meeting her . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm NOT pround of it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'LL BE EARLY TOMORROW MORINING . {IHOPE?}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll have to just treat marissa a MacSpicy meal ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7990318203347974900?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7990318203347974900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7990318203347974900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7990318203347974900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7990318203347974900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-like-b-o-r-e-d-yeahh-thats-what-most.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SuZ6BY_yC3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/l3yWHFI4Bn0/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7027657336565286849</id><published>2009-10-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:36:58.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JANE , got me the forever21 neckless yesterday . The one i wanted , and another one ! Oh mann , so sweet huh ? ILOVEHER ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , went vivo with Grace and Jane . I've got pics but I'm lazy to upload , sorry .&lt;br /&gt;Another time yeahh ? Walked around , and suddenly Jane pulled me into Forever21 , i mean really PULL me . I wonder how she knew i wanted that neckless , i didn't tell her anything , anyways , THANKS !&lt;br /&gt;So went sentosa after that , we were planning to go Fish Spa , but the plan failed so yeahh , went slack at the beach . Went home 8+ .&lt;br /&gt;Today ? My Bible Study Class , sang me a off pitch birthday song , SO CUTE !&lt;br /&gt;Should have taken a video , hahaha . Anyways , mommy brought me to swensens for lunch .&lt;br /&gt;We suppose to go to pasta mania , but don't have so yeahh .&lt;br /&gt;The food was not really bad ,&lt;br /&gt;Its was CHEESY ! (:&lt;br /&gt;I-LOVED-IT , THANKS MOM ! (:&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7027657336565286849?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7027657336565286849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7027657336565286849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7027657336565286849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7027657336565286849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/jane-got-me-forever21-neckless.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3318362078897929746</id><published>2009-10-24T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:11:28.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got up , and did the usual household chores . Somehow , I'm used to it .&lt;br /&gt;And i do like it at times ? But it gets rather annoying at times , now i know how mommy feels when she does it . But that's her job right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , i might update later because I'm going out with Jane and Grace .&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with some photos ? (:&lt;br /&gt;Well , that's it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorry , i lied . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I had too , i had no choice , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i didn't want you to blow up , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you already seemed so happy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hopefully you never come to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;what happen , coz i know you'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;boil up . I'm used to your beatings and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;all that , but i don't want you hurting yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;again and again because of me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just hope one day I'll prove to be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;best daughter you ever had . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everyone thinks so , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;grandma , granddad , daddy , aunties , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;cousins , sisters , but not you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wanna tell you how much i love you , and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;how much I'd never want to hurt you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorry , i simply had to do it .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3318362078897929746?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3318362078897929746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3318362078897929746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3318362078897929746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3318362078897929746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-up-and-did-usual-household-chores.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4542826152656058978</id><published>2009-10-23T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:51:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We suppose to be getting our results after combining everything , InTheEnd , we didn't , i think ?&lt;br /&gt;School was crapp ! Deepa-raya concert today , not bad luhh . The dance quite okay ?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , somee reson or another , Mrs lo was in a pretty bad mood . To make matters worse , i tore up my parent meeting from by accident ! I was pretty lucky that she did not scream at me .&lt;br /&gt;She showed us our combine marks for Term 1 and 2 only . Pass all ? I think ? Even mother tongue ? If I'm not wrong luhh ! Anyways , skip geog lesson , and helped teacher .&lt;br /&gt;We were slacking there luhh ! Keep playing , no teacher anyway ? Hahaha . InThEnd help teacher finish all the work and all that , and he treat us PIZZAHUT ! :D&lt;br /&gt;So nice uhh ? Anyways , slacked and went homeeeeeeee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: I've got a video of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Marissa&lt;/span&gt; dancing to NOBODY muahahaha =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;THANKS DEAR DEAR TEACHER , FOR THE TREAT (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-4542826152656058978?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4542826152656058978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4542826152656058978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4542826152656058978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4542826152656058978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-suppose-to-be-getting-our-results.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3200474654923683304</id><published>2009-10-21T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:17:42.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/St8GGh1dadI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZdIcTtB7RDQ/s1600-h/MARISSA+,+RACHEL+!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395037587844721106" style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/St8GGh1dadI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZdIcTtB7RDQ/s400/MARISSA+,+RACHEL+!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/St8GGPnineI/AAAAAAAAA_o/6CmbrNStmw4/s1600-h/RACHEL+!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395037582954503650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/St8GGPnineI/AAAAAAAAA_o/6CmbrNStmw4/s400/RACHEL+!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy is sooo nagging at me , at the fact that i'm using the com everyday , and really long . Arghh ! I'm pretty annoyed with my marks , somehow i am . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Geography : 73/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Science : 55/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tamil : 47/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dnt : 71/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sucks right ? This is the overall marks . I cant believe I'm gonna have a C in my report book . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna a single C in there . Stupid Physics paper , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FLUNK MY PHYSICS PAPER&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh mann , i really hope i make it to top 35 for level position . I WANNA GO 3N1 ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways , I'm gonna get marks out off teacher tomorrow . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need marks for maths . Hoping i get B3 , after the overall counting . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways , helped teacher after school . I did help (: Indeed i was of great helped . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did slack awhile , but InTheEnd , i helped teacher Deflate the stuff (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher dropped up to MRT , and went home (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , that's it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos were the one taken on Monday . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't wanna gossip about you , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but you made me do it , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;why are you always like that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you think people like your childish attitude , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you are wrong , we hate it , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;even HE said it himself . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3200474654923683304?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3200474654923683304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3200474654923683304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3200474654923683304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3200474654923683304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-is-sooo-nagging-at-me-at-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/St8GGh1dadI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZdIcTtB7RDQ/s72-c/MARISSA+,+RACHEL+!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6252923215310359898</id><published>2009-10-20T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:41:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I smell really good somehow , i spent 2 hours in the bathroom washing myself ,&lt;br /&gt;more like playing in the bathroom ? I don't know whats so fascinating by playing with soap ?&lt;br /&gt;Haha , i was kicking and splashing the water , mommy started nagging and i had to come out .&lt;br /&gt;Haha , i told mommy my results , she was pretty pleased with my Lit marks . &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;81/100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Haha , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine , I'm not gonna boast , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;60/100&lt;/span&gt; for maths . ): I'm so gonna find 5 more marks , i don't care !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50/80&lt;/span&gt; for English , and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;62/100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for art . Somehow , the teachers marking was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;unreasonable . Seriously ! Everyone thinks so . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , talked to Art teacher till 2.30 , and headed to tenisha's house . Watched some Hindi show , apparently it was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to watch the full thing , coz Marissa had to go for training .&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Marissa , she told me that she will be online &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Currently talking to teacher . He's really has a sense of humor .&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it readers , lazy to edit pictures , so another time yeahh ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6252923215310359898?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6252923215310359898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6252923215310359898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6252923215310359898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6252923215310359898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-smell-really-good-somehow-i-spent-2.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1287995133585896587</id><published>2009-10-19T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:27:58.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkR3PhkbI/AAAAAAAAA_g/5ZL77DPH8Ps/s1600-h/rachel,eunice,marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296711732629938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkR3PhkbI/AAAAAAAAA_g/5ZL77DPH8Ps/s400/rachel,eunice,marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkRYTvLVI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ealWQj4xu8g/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296703428799826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkRYTvLVI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ealWQj4xu8g/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkQ1XUr9I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/mLsPL3K_3vs/s1600-h/DSC08153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296694048600018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkQ1XUr9I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/mLsPL3K_3vs/s400/DSC08153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkQo3JoPI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BwW08akDqLk/s1600-h/DSC08136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296690692432114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkQo3JoPI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BwW08akDqLk/s400/DSC08136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkQHXowAI/AAAAAAAAA_A/-XuR0tCFKUA/s1600-h/DSC08121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296681701883906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkQHXowAI/AAAAAAAAA_A/-XuR0tCFKUA/s400/DSC08121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjzBp4gDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/V7NcpEcFq78/s1600-h/DSC08107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296181951594546" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjzBp4gDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/V7NcpEcFq78/s400/DSC08107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjypxLX3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/fEM_8Z5Xlc4/s1600-h/DSC08099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296175539740530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjypxLX3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/fEM_8Z5Xlc4/s400/DSC08099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjyQVhybI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qr3CTYDiaTc/s1600-h/DSC08096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296168712882610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjyQVhybI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qr3CTYDiaTc/s400/DSC08096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Stxjx7ENtOI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fAXYUObv3SM/s1600-h/DSC08089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296163003118818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Stxjx7ENtOI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fAXYUObv3SM/s400/DSC08089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjxZbFtxI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/pbKcljcJkNg/s1600-h/DSC08084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394296153972258578" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjxZbFtxI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/pbKcljcJkNg/s400/DSC08084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjkN2rkSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/eUpLDG7lK5E/s1600-h/%5Brachel,seemun%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295927528460578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjkN2rkSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/eUpLDG7lK5E/s400/%5Brachel,seemun%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjjgEYOrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/JRxARk_-__A/s1600-h/%5Brachel,marissa%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295915237882546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjjgEYOrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/JRxARk_-__A/s400/%5Brachel,marissa%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjjV2Vj2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/yNnIY7Ang24/s1600-h/%5Brachel,eunice%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295912494632802" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjjV2Vj2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/yNnIY7Ang24/s400/%5Brachel,eunice%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjAwBCGVI/AAAAAAAAA94/cE9NB2yNjmc/s1600-h/%5BME%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295318223395154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxjAwBCGVI/AAAAAAAAA94/cE9NB2yNjmc/s400/%5BME%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently at BK . MARISSA IS FINISHING MY BURGER !&lt;br /&gt;We met each other to have a girl to girl talk . Its been a long time since just the two of us hanged out . I had to please mommy before she allowed me to go . It was around my house anyways . CITY SQUARE (:&lt;br /&gt;SAW SUNTHA AT MAC ! He saw us , and ran away ? Lame ? Hahaha . Anyways , trained to boon keng to draw money and back to City Square .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Using MARISSA SNG RUI HE'S LAPPY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;It seriously has problems !&lt;br /&gt;Oh man , I'm hungry . BK burger is so freaking small =X&lt;br /&gt;anyways , going home around 4++ wished i could stay longer ?&lt;br /&gt;I've got pictures , but cant edit here , so another time yeahh ?&lt;br /&gt;That's it , toodles (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[EDITED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Came back around 5.30 ? Mama , didn't say anything ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thankfully (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to keewei's house to get Marissa's shoes , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And sent Marissa back to the mrt , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then we saw some freaky guy , the same one , i saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;before i was going to meet Marissa . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He kept turning back and looking at us , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then told Marissa to miss a few trains , and to message me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as soon as she gets home , Well she did (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3413032771680761272-1287995133585896587?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1287995133585896587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1287995133585896587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1287995133585896587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1287995133585896587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/currently-at-bk.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StxkR3PhkbI/AAAAAAAAA_g/5ZL77DPH8Ps/s72-c/rachel,eunice,marissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-14858268063760170</id><published>2009-10-18T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:16:16.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freaky Guy .'/><title type='text'>Dinner at neighbours place ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ughh , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm in a rush , and i cant upload pictures . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll try to update this post by today , gotta go to my neighbours house , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;coz they invited us for dinner . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll try my best to update his post . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry peeps ! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;[EDITED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay , I've still got time before i leave for my neighbours place , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets start with Friday , DNT paper , it was not bad ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoping for my A1 or 2 ? Anyways , home , showered , and met the rest at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;city square , went to LJS to ask if they needed people to work , filled up a form , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and off we went , Planning to work at LJS , but now . i don't think I'll be working there =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe somewhere else , see first yeahh ? Anyways , slack , slack , timezone , and home .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today ? Church , and vivo , with Sam , Jane , Grace , Kim , Valerie . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IWANTTHATFOREVER21NECKLESS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm getting it as soon as i get my cash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Anyways , had lunch and superdogs , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to have a look at Diva . It was pretty expensive there , anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went home after that , going Neighbours house soon , coz they invited us for Dinner , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how sweet ? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways , that's it , gotta run . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll update pictures soon , i cant seem to upload it now . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;[EDITED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Back from my neighbours place . Woahh !! I'm stuffed . Seriously . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay , the real reason why I'm editing this post is because , some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;china dude on facebook is asking me to go out with him ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i was like , Uhh , sorry i'm unavailable , and he's like oh why ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind if you like me , and i ignored the message , and he's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;texting me again . And he looks like some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AH BENG ? =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously ! Scary luhh , he is like 17 ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is starting it again . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ughh ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annoying luhh !! He seriously does look weird . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can you ask a girl if you can like her ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What logic is that ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lame luh , please . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna turn in now , so nites peeps ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take care , wait , i should tell myself that . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy guy =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: He is asking me if he's cute ? What am i suppose to say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry i think you look like a Ah Beng ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-14858268063760170?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/14858268063760170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=14858268063760170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/14858268063760170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/14858268063760170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/dinner-at-neighbours-place.html' title='Dinner at neighbours place ,'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-671691652570421489</id><published>2009-10-15T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:31:20.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Stb4Y3zeExI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8h2McWDfRXI/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392770710003127058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Stb4Y3zeExI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8h2McWDfRXI/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;[TIRED OF DRAMA !]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Art paper today . I S-U-C-K-E-D at my prep work ? For my Final layout in the prep work , i drew worse then a 3-year old kid ? I was so freaking tired , that's what you get , when you do stuff at the last minute . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tenisha's house as usual after that , i had listening before that ! Okay luhh ! I think ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me , seemun and tenisha teamed up and bullied MARISSA ! I've got the pictures my dear bestie ! . HAHA !! I'm mean . Anyways , off to study DNT , Toddles ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-671691652570421489?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/671691652570421489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=671691652570421489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/671691652570421489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/671691652570421489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired-of-drama-art-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Stb4Y3zeExI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8h2McWDfRXI/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1004369926495714898</id><published>2009-10-14T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:10:35.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StXG8i0dWuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zpCvmsz5dHc/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434872287320802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StXG8i0dWuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zpCvmsz5dHc/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lit paper today , not bad , ha ha . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Short post as I'm on the phone with Sam , so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's it peeps , see ya !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked at Tenisha's house today again ! =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Art tomorrow , I'm NOT PREPARE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just finished talking with SAM . Hahaa , we were all on conference , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then everyone had to go , and we were the only ones left , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we decided to just talk for awhile , mother a nagging at me , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coz the computer was on for 3 hours already , and I'm talking on the phone . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: I hate it when you ask me that . Don't please ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways , Lit paper was not really bad , hoping for my A1 please ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please . Anyways , went to tenisha's house after that , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it seems to be the routine everyday ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We started out morning with "Slum dog millionaire" . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then met aiysha , so do art . Went nearby Kallang CC ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After that we sent aiysha , home . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;RAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;back to tenisha's house . The 3 of us , had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to pee really badly . HAHA . We were like power puff girls !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAHH ! I WON , I REACHED THE TOILET FIRST ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marissa was like banging on the door . Poor tenisha was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;controlling everything . Slacked at her house until 5++ , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and went home . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doing art now , don't think i can finish . Probably do tomorrow , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hopefully ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MARISSA SNG RUI HE , I WILL NOT BE SLACKING TOMORROW (15OCTOBER2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-1004369926495714898?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1004369926495714898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1004369926495714898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1004369926495714898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1004369926495714898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/lit-paper-today-not-bad-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StXG8i0dWuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zpCvmsz5dHc/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6189906623445834370</id><published>2009-10-13T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:40:10.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLACKED ! =X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StRY0KndF3I/AAAAAAAAA84/-xJiOezIiUU/s1600-h/DSC07505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392032307095607154" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StRY0KndF3I/AAAAAAAAA84/-xJiOezIiUU/s400/DSC07505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeahh , I'm finally done with my blog , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorry readers , my blog went haywire . So , maths paper 2 was today ? It was so freaking easy ?! BUT I DIDN'T DO 2 QUESTIONS =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha , but the rest was okay (: , anyways , was planning to go home STRAIGHT , But went tenisha house InTheEnd . Her brothers were at home , so it was quite funnnnnn . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It really was , we were slacking =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh , Oh , Oh , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CUT MARISSA'S HAIR !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways , left her house at 5.30 ? Just reached home , going to shower , and STUDY LIT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Btw , Science paper yesterday ? Not bad , quite easy to do , i think , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i was cracking my head for physics paper , IT WAS HARD ! ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stupid Mr . ? Uhh , whatever his name his , i forgot ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways , gotta go , see ya !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR E.O.Y PEOPLE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6189906623445834370?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6189906623445834370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6189906623445834370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6189906623445834370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6189906623445834370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/slacked-x.html' title='SLACKED ! =X'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/StRY0KndF3I/AAAAAAAAA84/-xJiOezIiUU/s72-c/DSC07505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2445248355301033152</id><published>2009-10-08T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:58:56.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ughh&lt;/span&gt; ! Still sick , well i wont really say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sick , just flu . BUT IS BAD !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CANT TASTE ANYTHING !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maths Paper today , what can i say ? Just hope i pass , must &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; my A ! Please ? Yesterday was geog , confident that i can pass , but hoping for my A also , please , please , please , please !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before that was English , easy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luhh&lt;/span&gt; !! That one also must A . Ha , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like hoping for an A for all of my subjects ? But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not mother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; , just hoping i can pass please ? C5 also i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care . I WANT PASS MY MOTHER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TONGUE&lt;/span&gt; ! Anyways , tomorrow is mother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; . Not planning to study =X &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; , nothing to study , i think ? Had chem lesson after maths paper . I finally understand ! Anyways , after that went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tenisha's&lt;/span&gt; house to go take stuff , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;InTheEnd&lt;/span&gt; , slacked until 4++ Went to meet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naresh&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Marissa&lt;/span&gt; , since it was his birthday . Happy Birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt; ? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slacked there awhile , then go home , and SLACKED more ! Later then study &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luhh&lt;/span&gt; . I hope (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-2445248355301033152?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2445248355301033152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2445248355301033152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2445248355301033152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2445248355301033152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/ughh-still-sick-well-i-wont-really-say.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7050408223706516107</id><published>2009-10-03T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:36:46.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Stress .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Ssc3IWpP2qI/AAAAAAAAA8w/bwBX826rYWM/s1600-h/DSC07373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Ssc3IWpP2qI/AAAAAAAAA8w/bwBX826rYWM/s400/DSC07373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388336095829154466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half my morning was burned by doing house work as usual . After that , STUDIED ! for ? Wait , let me count . 4-5 hours ? I was doing Geog , and more Geog . My minds all thinking about geography right now ? Green house gasses , globing warming , pollution . Arghh ! Okay , stop thinking about geography . I even recorded what i learned for geography =X Ha ? What a dumb thing to do ? Fell asleep after awhile , i woke up at 7 ? And did i mention i slept at 3 ? I was doing midnight revision yesterday . I was so freaking tired , that i knocked off .. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways , going to Grandmas later , apparently its a birthday tomorrow so we're going today . &lt;br /&gt;Ahh , yesterday was English Paper , i was hoping to get a little higher , but I realised i did a few errors . Just hope i get my A1 / A2 ? &lt;br /&gt;Yeahh , nothing much happened . Currently doing my art . I'm still at the "Drawing From Observation" . Second page . Somehow , i'm taking this years art seriously . IGOTTADOWELL ! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways , that's it peeps . Toddles ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Good Luck for Exams ! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7050408223706516107?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7050408223706516107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7050408223706516107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7050408223706516107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7050408223706516107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam-stress.html' title='Exam Stress .'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Ssc3IWpP2qI/AAAAAAAAA8w/bwBX826rYWM/s72-c/DSC07373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7364292407742110217</id><published>2009-09-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:51:15.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4 &gt; &lt;/font&gt; SANDY KONG HUI XIAN . SEE MY THIS POST HAVE NO PICTURE OKAY ! (: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyways , online because kabilan asked me too , talked to him on msn for 10Min's ? And he said he had to go ? He wanted to watch movie ? I could have studied more if i did not go online , anyways , since i am , I've doing my art . Seems like my this year art is so much much much much BETTER ! Anyways , after school , studied maths with Madam Tang , Marissa , see mun , Priscilla , Eunice , Ronald . SO FUNNY ! Priscilla fell =X Her reaction was really really funny . She can still pull the table towards her when she fall ? I was laughing so hard . Priscilla , you made my day (: Anyways , practise , practise , practise maths with teacher . Until 4 ? Met Rahul , kavin and tenisha , and Marissa and headed to mac . Slacked . Until 4.45 ? Went home with keewei (: &lt;br /&gt;Came home , studied geog , FINALLY ! I started my revision for geog ? &lt;br /&gt;That's it readers (: &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7364292407742110217?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7364292407742110217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7364292407742110217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7364292407742110217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7364292407742110217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/sandy-kong-hui-xian.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8447648111336191601</id><published>2009-09-28T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:10:30.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SsDA1AJ-P2I/AAAAAAAAA8g/5hVqJjubjD8/s1600-h/DSC07157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SsDA1AJ-P2I/AAAAAAAAA8g/5hVqJjubjD8/s400/DSC07157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386517171142541154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size=6&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0066&gt;PS : ILOVEYOU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/I&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Exams are nearing , Yeahh ! 26/35 for English , though my aim was 30 ): &lt;br /&gt;I hope i do this well for English . Please (:&lt;br /&gt;Uhh , Slacked today =X &lt;br /&gt;Totally didn't study , But i went for tuiton (: &lt;br /&gt;My husband treated me Mac ? Ha ? I was also wondering when&lt;br /&gt;he became my husband ?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i am going Cross Country after exams ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8447648111336191601?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8447648111336191601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8447648111336191601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8447648111336191601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8447648111336191601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/font-size-7pt-ps-iloveyou.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SsDA1AJ-P2I/AAAAAAAAA8g/5hVqJjubjD8/s72-c/DSC07157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6616930293633322305</id><published>2009-09-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:04:27.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"so little time , and so much to study"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sr4okvNNc5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/C6ZTlGxfN_0/s1600-h/DSC07258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sr4okvNNc5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/C6ZTlGxfN_0/s400/DSC07258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385786815993967506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I starting my morning with POTATO-CHIPS ! Ha ? I hate that for breakfast ? What a meal to eat ? Mommy left me home , ALONE ! I studied , like finally ? After 2 days of not studying i finally studied again . I'm finally done with my notes , except for Geog and Dnt . I've got so much to learn ; and so little time . Anyways , lunched with mommy , and back to more studying , After 10Min's ? Fell asleep , and before i went home , mommy told me to make sure i DID NOT sleep . She was not at home anyway ? Slacked after that , and studied after that . If only my like was like the movie "click" , can pause the time for awhile , trust me , I'll get straight 'As' for my exams . &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the worse ? Eeek ! Went in and out of DM room , police came and all =X &lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything wrong ,i guess ? So yeah ? Skipped my chemistry test , I'm so gonna study for it so i can pass . Ha , I'm cheating =X &lt;br /&gt;Anyways , went home after that ans SLACKED the while day . &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I privated my blog due to some reasons . For a month or so ? &lt;br /&gt;Sorry if its a hassle for you guys . &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; FOR THOSE WHO FORGOT , THERE IS A LIT TEST THIS MONDAY (28SEPTEMBER) CHAPTER 8&amp;9 . &lt;br /&gt;STUDY OKAY ! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6616930293633322305?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6616930293633322305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6616930293633322305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6616930293633322305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6616930293633322305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-little-time-and-so-much-to-study.html' title='&quot;so little time , and so much to study&quot;'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sr4okvNNc5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/C6ZTlGxfN_0/s72-c/DSC07258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7411487948535158709</id><published>2009-09-24T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:00:31.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ SCARED ]</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps ! (: &lt;br /&gt;Its been 3 days since i posted , and I'm BACK ! to update it . &lt;br /&gt;School is practically boring ? Study , Study , and more studying ? &lt;br /&gt;I know exams are nearing , but we should have a break right ? &lt;br /&gt;IGOTTADOWELL !! or my phone's gonna go away ! ): &lt;br /&gt;So , today ? Walked 4 rounds near the art room during maths lesson , &lt;br /&gt;coz there was no key or something ? Was telling Marissa about everything &lt;br /&gt;that happened yesterday . I was trying to let it all go , but i could not . &lt;br /&gt;PE ! WEPLAYED--BADMINTON !!! (: I was hoping we would . It was really &lt;br /&gt;fun and TIRING ! I was jumping here and there . Ha . Recess , mother tongue . &lt;br /&gt;I PASSED ORAL ? I was so freaking shocked ? Teacher said , he wanted to sleep&lt;br /&gt;when he heard me reading . Hey ! , come on , I'm not good at Mother Tongue okay ?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , got 30/50 . We had test , so i was simply just doing it . I've been really attentive during mother tongue class lately ! (: &lt;br /&gt;Anyways , Physics after that , i think ? Finished up my compo then and LISTENED to the teacher . Home Sweet Home . &lt;br /&gt;i didn't study today , even though i went home early ? I needed a break . &lt;br /&gt;I'll just make up for it tomorrow . &lt;br /&gt;Doing my Art Prep now . Really fast huh ? And i only got it today .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7411487948535158709?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7411487948535158709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7411487948535158709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7411487948535158709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7411487948535158709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/scared.html' title='[ SCARED ]'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-9036940929199701288</id><published>2009-09-21T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:18:37.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrduBtJUMtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/p-ksSMR2WrI/s1600-h/DSC07156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrduBtJUMtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/p-ksSMR2WrI/s400/DSC07156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383892855122309842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply pampering myself with Malay delicacies . Woahh ! I love it , when the sugar slides down my throat . Oh mann ! I want more ! Mommy is gonna kill me if she finds out i finished almost everything , and the worst thing ? ITS DINNER TIME ! &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Gosh ! Trust me , I'm gonna be dreaming of pigs tonight . I studied Lit for like 4-5 hours ? And maths . I'm re-writing my Lit notes . I'm almost done . I just need Chapter 10 notes . Did teacher give us yet ? Revision is piling up like a huge mountain right now . I think I'm gonna be Exam-Sick ): &lt;br /&gt;When's Lit class test ? And what chapter , anyone know ? &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;center&gt; [ I'm still enticed by your charm . &lt;br /&gt;Something about you got hold of me ] &lt;/center&gt; &lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-9036940929199701288?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/9036940929199701288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=9036940929199701288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/9036940929199701288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/9036940929199701288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-simply-pampering-myself-with-malay.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrduBtJUMtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/p-ksSMR2WrI/s72-c/DSC07156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4965469306192460676</id><published>2009-09-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:15:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrTZLqSbQaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CXknmFsmdN8/s1600-h/DSC07099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrTZLqSbQaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CXknmFsmdN8/s400/DSC07099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383166248967946658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Again ? &lt;br /&gt;Stop it , please . &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-4965469306192460676?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4965469306192460676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4965469306192460676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4965469306192460676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4965469306192460676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/again-stop-it-please.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrTZLqSbQaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CXknmFsmdN8/s72-c/DSC07099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-149322265898574968</id><published>2009-09-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:13:56.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam stress is creeping me out .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrN5Z2qUT-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/SL9o1LVsHiI/s1600-h/DSC06841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrN5Z2qUT-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/SL9o1LVsHiI/s400/DSC06841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382779464714571746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dance , but didn't go . Apparently , i had tuition ? I'm starting to understand chemistry , but not much . I need HELP !&lt;br /&gt;Geog was boring , and maths wasn't that great either ? Geog again ? Slacked outside class for awhile and went back in to slack AGAIN ! The teacher wasn't there ? &lt;br /&gt;Eeeks ! My post is like super boring ? Exams around the corner . RACHEL ! Wake up , start studying !!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Okay , so :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;center&gt;I never needed you , trust me . &lt;br /&gt;I do regard you as a great pal , &lt;br /&gt;i mean you've been really nice &lt;br /&gt;to me . But i don't want something&lt;br /&gt;to happen between us like how it &lt;br /&gt;did to her . Thanks for having so &lt;br /&gt;much of concern on me . But let me&lt;br /&gt;have a little space for awhile . &lt;br /&gt;Please ? I hate it when you always &lt;br /&gt;pull me around . But whatever it is ,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ditch you . You really &lt;br /&gt;mean something too me . Thanks , &lt;br /&gt;for everything . &lt;/center&gt; &lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-149322265898574968?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/149322265898574968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=149322265898574968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/149322265898574968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/149322265898574968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/exam-stress-is-creeping-me-out.html' title='Exam stress is creeping me out .'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SrN5Z2qUT-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/SL9o1LVsHiI/s72-c/DSC06841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-916350021262835025</id><published>2009-09-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:33:14.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i getting this feeling ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; I saw it , and i cried . Why ? There &lt;br /&gt;was simply nothing to cry about , &lt;br /&gt;but ... &lt;br /&gt;I felt so sorry about everything . &lt;br /&gt;But its over , so i'll have to learn&lt;br /&gt;to deal with it . &lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;School was boring . Simply boring ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-916350021262835025?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/916350021262835025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=916350021262835025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/916350021262835025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/916350021262835025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-getting-this-feeling.html' title='Why am i getting this feeling ?'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8781134333869929985</id><published>2009-09-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:38:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Everything about today is updated&lt;br /&gt;in private bloggeeeeeeer ! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8781134333869929985?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8781134333869929985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8781134333869929985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8781134333869929985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8781134333869929985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-about-today-is-updated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3164397349197548684</id><published>2009-09-11T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:52:47.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THREE more days .'/><title type='text'>Bleeding with loneliness .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;FONT= Violet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow , I'm feeling so scared , i don't know why , but it seems like a lonely feeling has taken over me . Crying doesn't seem to help , and talking to myself , makes it feel worse . You , talking to me and making me feel better isn't working too . Someone help ? Please ? &lt;/FONT= Violet&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my Student Leadership Program . Met kavin , and off to school (: &lt;br /&gt;Arghh !! The instructors was late ! Anyways , fun , games , and more fun !! And they talked about it , Something which was hinting to me again , somehow i feel i should do it , but somehow i feel scared . Anyways , after that was a farewell party for Mr Khye , as he was leaving to go ARMY ! Yes Sir , &lt;br /&gt;Well i have to admit that he was a really good dance instructor . Thanks for everything (: &lt;br /&gt;After that i was heading home , when Marissa told me to make a U-turn and meet her at PP mrt . Met her , and off we went to tenisha's house . We were practically just slacking there ? Marissa was really sick , so we headed to the doctor . He had to have a jab and everything . Trust me , she was really sick . We went back to tenisha's house and Marissa was sleeping there ? The jab probably made her REALLY sleepy . Anyways , cabbed home as it was 7++ already .&lt;br /&gt;I WAS A REALLY GOOD KID ! I finished all my Holiday homework , like finally ? Okay fine , i lied . I did everything except Chemistry ? I'm having difficulties with that . Help Please ? &lt;br /&gt;Mommy promised to let me go out to watch a movieeeee , but she &lt;strong&gt;broke&lt;/strong&gt; it ! &lt;br /&gt;Well that's it (: &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Oh , : &lt;b&gt;GET WELL SOON MARISSA , REMEMBER TO TAKE YOUR MEDICINES (: &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Oh man ! I'm sounding like mommy )&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-due Pictures :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SqpFHPtTzYI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CIGfPv1rF0s/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SqpFHPtTzYI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CIGfPv1rF0s/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380188695625452930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SqpGgv1lABI/AAAAAAAAA74/TgUaZ9IUxTk/s1600-h/DSC06505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SqpGgv1lABI/AAAAAAAAA74/TgUaZ9IUxTk/s400/DSC06505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380190233258426386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3164397349197548684?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3164397349197548684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3164397349197548684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3164397349197548684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3164397349197548684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/bleeding-with-loneliness.html' title='Bleeding with loneliness .'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SqpFHPtTzYI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CIGfPv1rF0s/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2770651804682817386</id><published>2009-09-09T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:46:03.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIVE more days .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My plans today were defenietly to study , but NO , i id not . I was totally lazing around . i just kept pacing up and down the house thinking about everything that had been going around . Somehow , i was trying to lie to myself that everything was alright , but i knew i was only cheating myself . Well , i'm just hoping everyhting will be fine , soon ?&lt;br /&gt;I was totally reading my storybook the whole day , and i'm about to complete it (: &lt;br /&gt;I did not even hope any book to study , not even a glance . &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Well , yesterday was great (: Met marissa and tenisha at PP mrt , and off to city hall to get my bag ! (: Like finally ? After looking around for an hour , and asking the aunty to run here and there to get the desings i wanted , i finally bought a purple one (: My old bag was gonna give way soon , so i had to replace it . Anyways , slacked around for a while and went to Tao Payo to repair marissa's phone . Found the cheapest place and she repaired her phone there . Walked around for awhile to find for kavin's waterbottle , but didn't get it in the end . Marissa and Tenisha had to go for training , so we called it a day (: It was grear going out with them . We should do it again (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tomorrow ! Sorry .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-2770651804682817386?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2770651804682817386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2770651804682817386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2770651804682817386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2770651804682817386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-plans-today-were-defenietly-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5656439641521515097</id><published>2009-09-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:30:11.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 more days .'/><title type='text'>Why is it always sadness ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;I got up thinking that it was going to be a brand new day , &lt;br /&gt;that i was gonna smile again , after all that happened . That i will &lt;br /&gt;become that cheerful girl again , but no i was wrong . My hopes came &lt;br /&gt;crashing down when i realised i was dreaming . I woke up in fear and&lt;br /&gt; shock . I ran to the bathroom and started weeping . It was the only &lt;br /&gt;thing i could have done ? Babe , sorry . I was wrong , AGAIN ! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTING TOMORROW !! (: &lt;br /&gt;Can't Wait ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5656439641521515097?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5656439641521515097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5656439641521515097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5656439641521515097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5656439641521515097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-up-thinking-that-it-was-going-to.html' title='Why is it always sadness ?'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6636683659239684687</id><published>2009-09-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:37:02.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little note for you .</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known you for a pretty long time , &lt;br /&gt;and trust me , i think you're great . I'm&lt;br /&gt;not just saying this coz i wanna be , &lt;br /&gt;Little Ms.Nice , but because i strongly &lt;br /&gt;believe you're a great gentlement . But &lt;br /&gt;things don't always go the way we want &lt;br /&gt;it to . We can't force someone to like &lt;br /&gt;you , or someone to hate you . We each &lt;br /&gt;have our own perspective of things . &lt;br /&gt;Different people , have different views &lt;br /&gt;of things , and both our thinking are &lt;br /&gt;different .  We're obviously not meant&lt;br /&gt;for each other , and i'm sure you will &lt;br /&gt;find your special princess one day . &lt;br /&gt;You still have a long way to go in life , &lt;br /&gt;if you fall down and don't pick yourself &lt;br /&gt;up , you'll never be able to overcome your&lt;br /&gt;problems . I'm ending this with something &lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll remember all your life . &lt;br /&gt;"You're different and special in your &lt;br /&gt;own way , dont change yourself for someone&lt;br /&gt;else" . &lt;br /&gt;We'll always remain like great buddies (:&lt;br /&gt;                           Yours truly ,&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;rachel anne  &lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6636683659239684687?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6636683659239684687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6636683659239684687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6636683659239684687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6636683659239684687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-note-for-you.html' title='A little note for you .'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6260937304290578535</id><published>2009-09-01T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:41:16.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s the life story  .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday today , yes it was . I wanted to be a really good kid and wake up at 5.00am to study . And yes i did put my alarm , and i did wake up , and fell back to sleep again . Woke up at 8+ and read my storybook for like 3 hours ? I gotta return it on Sunday , and i still have another book to finish . So anyway , i decided to start my revision at 3 , but decided to watch a movie on sister's laptop . Twilight - Great movie i can say . The love story in it was quite good . So anyway , its 4.30 , and I'm deciding to watch another movie before i off the computer and go and study , i gotta finish writing my Geog notes and give the book back to Marissa . I'm hoping i can do that by today ? &lt;br /&gt;Mommy promised me to let me watch The Proposal today , but we were kinda having an argument yesterday , so obviously i will not go . Wells short post . Gotta Run . &lt;br /&gt;Ciao ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6260937304290578535?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6260937304290578535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6260937304290578535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6260937304290578535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6260937304290578535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-today-yes-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8274363260171358729</id><published>2009-08-30T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:50:34.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our MOVIE MARATHON yesterday became just 1 show ? Because Grace had drums . So anyways , it was Girls Night Out , met the Girls at Orchard at 3.30 ? I came late , but they came LATE-ER ! Anyways , heading to Shaw to book our movie tickets first , and after that we went Hirren . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2u7r62u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/v45bgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/30uz8rk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2rfzyhl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2j0xfnb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2rr11di.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/mwbbly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT RUBBISH ? i TYPED SO MUCH AND EVERYTHING IS GONE ? &lt;br /&gt;I'M SO NOT GONNA EDIT THE POST . SORRY PEEPS , GUESS YOU WON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPEND YESTERDAY ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8274363260171358729?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8274363260171358729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8274363260171358729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8274363260171358729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8274363260171358729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-movie-marathon-yesterday-became.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2u7r62u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3902274900593254478</id><published>2009-08-28T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:57:33.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I woke up feeling really down , it was definely a nightmare , would it come true ? Although i could not remeber anything specific , only this heaviness pressing down on me like a bag of rocks , like my world had come to a horible end . I tried to shake it off , the way i used too when i was a little girl after a frightening dream . Or else i'd sneak off to my parents room , crawling into bed with them , always on mommy's side , snuggling up to her and sometimes warming my cold feet on hers . She never complained . But i could not do that anymore , i was considered a big girl already . I had to deal with my nightmares alone . I tired too , and then i said a prayer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive me if i have done anything wrong . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me , as i had helped others before , protect me as i have protected others before , comfort me , as i had comforted others before . Take away my fear , and give me sweet dreams instead of nightmares . Thank You for everything you have done for me . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; single fear went out of my body .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3902274900593254478?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3902274900593254478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3902274900593254478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3902274900593254478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3902274900593254478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-woke-up-feeling-really-down-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5613819786348957266</id><published>2009-08-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:45:13.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance exam .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm not gonna cry , i cant . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I lost half of the battle , and crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;would just be as good as losing everything . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I tired , but somehow my mind went BLANK ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i DONT KNOW . All i know is that i did let fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;take over me , and it sucked . Dance . Yes , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dance today , and trust me , the WORST , i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;experience . It was like a first time , i felt something explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;in my head . My results for dance sucked , passed , but sucked . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I could have done better , i could have . Nervousness , and fearness , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;both had a control on me . But even then all didn't depend on me ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Did it ? It made me feel awful . I mean , ya , i admit , i have a great group , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;they are really nice people , but other then them ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;  One of them in the whole club  , just one of them ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;made 2 people suffer , HER , and HER .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Its a sad misrable day for dance , but no , i'm not giving up just becase of one small thing , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;which seems so big .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5613819786348957266?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5613819786348957266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5613819786348957266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5613819786348957266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5613819786348957266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-exam.html' title='Dance exam .'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1524696070153474101</id><published>2009-08-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:16:08.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And even in those little conversations , there isin't anything left for you to say . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My swollen eyes are still hurt . My hand are still trembling . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you're the only one who knows , what you did .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today wasn't a great day at all , it seemed so sad , and felt so misrable . Well , i dont think i'm gonna elaborate what happened . I don't think i'm in a mood to do that . I'm just gonna get some stuff done , and after that i'm going to go back into my sad and misrable life . I hope its not gonna be like that tomorrow . I've a feeling its not (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats it i guess . Late pictures &lt;s&gt;( will upload in an hour from now ) (9.20 pm)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time 10.20 . Lazy to upload pictures . Another time yeah ? Sorry ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-1524696070153474101?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1524696070153474101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1524696070153474101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1524696070153474101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1524696070153474101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-even-in-those-little-conversations.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8407861839915111342</id><published>2009-08-21T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:43:39.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2mh91mp.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/118p389.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/wmjuiv.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2vv9lp0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/25q6vkz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/2yo8j7c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2e67920.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/iyodj6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm uploading pictures, but i'm still having blogger problems . Having 2nd thoughts to switch to livejournal , but nahh . &lt;br /&gt;I'm done editing my pictures . Like finally ? Its been a long time since i editted my pics . Come on ? When is the last time i posted pictures ? Its like so 3 years ago ?&lt;br /&gt;My butt hurts , like really badly !!!!!! And my arm too ): &lt;br /&gt;Got back results . I did badly !! Failed 2 subjects ? Passed the rest . It was not really what i expected , but its over , so yeah ? I'm like busy , busy , busy . Dance at been pretty hard these days . Alot has been happening in my really almost-broken-life . Friends has been asking me stuff ever since those 2 incidents happened . It totally changed my life . It changed my perspective of thinking . I dont know if its good or bad , but i do know that things happpen for a reason . No matter how bad it is , something good might come out of it . Okay , it feels like i'm saying some speech or something . HAA ! Went to watch a dance performance today , and i slept 1/3 of the show . The music made my eyes close for a second , and then i realised i slept for half an hour . And that darn place had no reception . Stupid me thinking there was reception , and repeatly sending messages when they &lt;br /&gt;kept saying "sending message failed" .  Well headed back to school , then home . &lt;br /&gt;Thats it i have for today . Toddles (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8407861839915111342?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8407861839915111342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8407861839915111342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8407861839915111342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8407861839915111342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-uploading-pictures-but-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2mh91mp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5239407476077233996</id><published>2009-08-18T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:06:47.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IDIOT !&lt;br /&gt;Finally i get to use this darn computer ! I had been really busy these few days (: School was terrible . Like really terrible . &lt;br /&gt;FAILED MATHS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY SECONDARY SCHOOL LIFE . Mommy dosen't know , she'll kill me if she knows ! &lt;br /&gt;So many though i was crying , I WAS NOT ! (: But it was rather sad thinking about it . &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your concern BTW :D Its appreciated (: &lt;br /&gt;After that school was blahhh , blahhhh , blahhh . Marissa and See Mun told me something about her . HAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!&lt;br /&gt;CHEAP[PO] !&lt;br /&gt;After school , STRAIGHT home , and off to meet Qiwei . I was late as usual . Sorry though ): &lt;br /&gt;Reached iluma , saw dance instructer . Ignored him =X &lt;br /&gt;Walked a big round in Bugis , before we found the shop , bought my dress , and off to find Qiwei's stuff , ITE she did not buy . Bought my belt , and off for really early dinner at Mac . Walked around , and photos . Took a bus home and trust me , you would not want to go on that bus . I was hitting and scratching people too . Haha . QIWEI ALSO ! Some aunty still keep touching her . We were like 2 retards on the bus , okay fine , not her . BUT I WAS LIKE ONE ! Reached home , and dont wanna talk about it . SPOILT MY MOOD TOTALLY . Thats it , i guess . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG THANKYOU TO QIWEI FOR FOLLOWING ME TO BUY MY DRESS , AND&lt;/B&gt; [WALKING ME HOME] &lt;b&gt;. HA ?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAW HER POST , &lt;B&gt;IGNORING&lt;/b&gt; IT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5239407476077233996?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5239407476077233996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5239407476077233996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5239407476077233996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5239407476077233996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/idiot-finally-i-get-to-use-this-darn.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6073862319691379737</id><published>2009-08-15T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:03:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's bitching with me again !</title><content type='html'>And YES ! I finally managed to redo my whole blog . Computer's just a little slow right now . &lt;br /&gt;Exams are just over , and mommy is already reminding me about End-Of-Year exams , and she is reminding me about my phone . She so better not confiscate my phone , like seriosuly ? I mean i can live without my phone for a day or two ? But i cant live without it like forever ? Mommy thinks my phone is dictracting me , and i just cant explain it to her , that its not ? Anyways forget . I had a hard time doing this blog , and blogger is bitching with me right now . I cant private my blog , and after i private it , i cant un-private it .&lt;br /&gt;Forget it , sisters bitching with me too . Fine ! , i'm gonna give in to her  , coz she is sick . Only for today . &lt;br /&gt;Short post . Nothing much happened today .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6073862319691379737?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6073862319691379737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6073862319691379737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6073862319691379737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6073862319691379737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloggers-bitching-with-me-again.html' title='Blogger&apos;s bitching with me again !'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-60680606674584583</id><published>2009-08-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:35:58.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes , i know i have not been blogging recently . Studying , thats what i have been doing . But somehow for this common test , my last minute revsion didn't work for Chemistry . I'm hoping that i will pass , even though i was really blur when i saw the first question itself . Maths was the WORSE ! Let me repeat that , WORSE !!!! &lt;br /&gt;First time in my whole secondary life , i didn't do 11 marks worth questions . I was screaming in my head while doing the paper . I just couldn't do it . I really truly hope i pass . Please ? &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the papers were quite okay , Biology was the easiest ? Like seriosuly ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So , i'm pretty annoyed ? My computer is like supper dupper slow . Thats why my blog skin is not changed yet , i was doing it halfway , and my computer was running so slow , that i closed the whole thing . &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Dance going normal as usual ? The exams like in 3 weeks ? And i only learned 2/8s of the cherography ? &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much liked the way you did it ♥ &lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so special (:&lt;br /&gt;But too bad , i'm not intrested , so yeah ?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry though ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone knows about it , &lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm a little mean for telling ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-60680606674584583?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/60680606674584583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=60680606674584583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/60680606674584583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/60680606674584583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-i-know-i-have-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-835799578593441466</id><published>2009-08-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:43:23.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghh ! , Do i always have to start my post with : IHATEBLOGGER-PROBLEMS ? &lt;br /&gt;National Day didn't seem like it ? Everything felt so normal ? Its like no one cares about their country anymore . Well i dont think i do either =X Hey ! , i gottta be truthfull ? I Neither sing the National Anthem , nor say the Pledge . &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Church as usual . I was a really good girl , i had lunch with Mommy , and straight home to study . But i ended up sleeping . And i DID study after that . Outing tomorrow , actually more like studying , studying and then OUTING ! &lt;br /&gt;My post is rather short ? Better short and sweet , then long and boring ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeks ! Common Test starts on tuesday , and i'm not ready , ready , ready !! ):&lt;br /&gt;I am so changing my blogskin tomorrow . I've got no time to do it now . Mommy wants me to off the computer now ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , off to more studying . &lt;br /&gt;Toddles ! (:&lt;br /&gt;PS: Due to this DARN blogger problems , i cant post pictures ):&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;HAAA !!! I;m laughing together with the judges in Singapore Idol . These people are really funny , and awfully cute . And really NICE clothes too . HA , OMG , I really love this . These people are rocking my socks . &lt;br /&gt;Okay , thats it , i'm gonna off the computer and enjoy singapore idol with my dinner . &lt;br /&gt;Ciao ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-835799578593441466?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/835799578593441466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=835799578593441466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/835799578593441466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/835799578593441466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/arghh-do-i-always-have-to-start-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1688528298780803675</id><published>2009-08-08T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:39:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I-WANNA-POST-PICTURES ! (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT-I-CANT ! ):&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is so sucky ! =X I hate this darn problem ! Anyways , making plans to go out on monday , i'm just hoping i will be able to , even though i have not asked mommy yet ? I have a feeling she migh allow , because i'm going there to study , study , then OUT ! (: I badly want HER to come , but i dont think she would be able too , and she would want to ): Anyways , I am soo suppose to be studying Lit , but the computer was on , and i just had to use it . I'm gonna off it soon , real soon . I hope ? Exams are nearing , and i have no idea about whats going on in Maths and Chemistry . I'm like a little blur , okay fine ! , VERY blur . I'm trying to focus during tution , actually the fact is i am . But there is no tuition on Monday ): Arghhh !! ): &lt;br /&gt;There is like so much to studyyyyyyyyyyy , and so little timeeeeee . Okay , thats it i'm gonna study now , right NOW ! Urm.. What about 5 mins later ? &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Those words are so not from your heart lahh ! &lt;br /&gt;Its so fake , You change your words as time&lt;br /&gt;goes on . One time its like so nice , and then &lt;br /&gt;you start scolding her , then you write nice words&lt;br /&gt;again , then you change it . So FAKE !! She does&lt;br /&gt;not like you either . No one does except for 2 people&lt;br /&gt;which i know ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I feel real mean for doing that ? REAL MEAN ! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-1688528298780803675?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1688528298780803675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1688528298780803675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1688528298780803675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1688528298780803675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna-post-pictures-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6168971087296993248</id><published>2009-08-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:09:54.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeeeeeeew ! I hate this DARN blogger problem !! S-U-C-K-S !&lt;br /&gt;And another 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew' because i am drinking some disgusting ginger drink , because i have some indigestion problem . Some stomach thing , and its all because of my sickness the another time ? &lt;br /&gt;Today sucked ? Even though we were released earlier , it still sucked ! Everyone was haywire . No one was listeing , and as a result ? Pure Nagging by Mrs . COLOURFUL ): &lt;br /&gt;I did listen , but was thinking of something else , and someone else . After that went to hall for the prize giving thinggy . Tenisha pronounced Allen's name really "well" . Good try though ? It was better then me ? &lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home with Keewei. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;It seem really awkward when we saw each other . Yesterday , &lt;br /&gt;i thought we will just move on after the rejection and blah ,&lt;br /&gt;blah blah , but i was wrong ? It seemed really weird having you &lt;br /&gt;look at me when i'm not seeing you , and having me to look at you &lt;br /&gt;when you're not seeing me . I felt a little weird , and i'm hoping &lt;br /&gt;itsnot goona be like that when i see you again (: &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Some crappy rumors about me and him ?! &lt;br /&gt;LAMO ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Its not gonna happen Girl , it really is not ,&lt;br /&gt;you made your mistake , so too bad ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Dance , Dance , Dance , YESTERDAY ! &lt;br /&gt;Oh mann ! I skipped that maths thinggy =X &lt;br /&gt;*Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;And there's an exam soon ):&lt;br /&gt;I was planing to skip it =X&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think i am already , due to some reasons .&lt;br /&gt;Yay ! (: &lt;b&gt;17/20&lt;/B&gt; for Geog test , ey ! I had to get really &lt;br /&gt;high marks , because i studid for that test for almost &lt;br /&gt;half a day (: &lt;br /&gt;I guessing i'm gonna flunk DNT , coz i was staring blankly at the paper .&lt;br /&gt;I was blur , really blur ! ): &lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go orchard today with those crazy guys ,&lt;br /&gt;but Due to my indigestion problem , i could not go ):&lt;br /&gt;They are planning another one , soon i hope ? Thats it , i gotta run ,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6168971087296993248?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6168971087296993248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6168971087296993248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6168971087296993248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6168971087296993248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/eeeeeeeew-i-hate-this-darn-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4628383710880599520</id><published>2009-08-05T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:25:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i stealed sister's food , today i decided to steal her drinks . Haha . She doesn't mind , i think ?&lt;br /&gt;School was boringgggg ~&lt;br /&gt;Mother Toungue teacher made me stand out of the class as usual , for not bringing my book . She dosen't understand what is NO STOCK ! , so i just went out and sat down . Then she made me do some lame compo ? The titile so dumb ? I go copy the passage form the workbook . Apparently vikram was helping me . Haha . I just knew he was so naughty ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;WONG KEEWEI over slept . -.- &lt;br /&gt;Make me call her , and i heard : The starhub customer you're calling is kindly unavailable , please try again later . Waste my time =X &lt;br /&gt;Helping seemun with her HE work ? Helping her to summerize everything . &lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED ! &lt;br /&gt;Somehow i didn't feel like myself today . And i had a really cool dream . Forgot to tell seemun and marissa . It was supper important !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with Sandy , and was &lt;s&gt;gossiping&lt;/S&gt; with her . HAA ! Something like gossiping , but not !&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tag her NOW , before i forget . Haa ~ &lt;br /&gt;Toddles ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-4628383710880599520?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4628383710880599520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4628383710880599520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4628383710880599520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4628383710880599520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-i-stealed-sisters-food-today.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-100601851447494011</id><published>2009-08-04T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:44:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fast forward everything at school &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKED !&lt;br /&gt;Went home to see sister at home ! I was jumping with joy , its like once in a lifetime that i see her . Haha , nahh ~ kidding .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister typing- She jumped with joy not because of the WANT to see me BUT the Want to see what i'm making. Voila! IT WAS HER ALL TIME FAVOURITE CHEESECAKE. with the little oreo crust.&lt;br /&gt;BTW , Sister really typed that ! (: She was snooping around what i was doing . Arghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;HA ! I stole mysister's last piece of ferrero chocolate ! HAA ! Mean me (:&lt;br /&gt;okay , so back to the point , yes i was happy to see her , what more happy to see my dear cheese cake calling me . It was really calling me . Without changing and bathing =X , i rushed and said , "Sissy ! , let me help you" . And yes , i did help cleaning the things she used by ...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;LICKING IT ! Gross me . HAA ! It was splendid . The cheese was just amazing . Haha . YAY ! I'm done helping her , and in reward i was 1 cheesecake . Actually it was not a rewardd . She had to give it to me . It was a threat ! =X&lt;br /&gt;One cheesecake in the fridge waiting to be eaten .&lt;br /&gt;Studying later , yes i am . Exams are nearing , and revison is piling .&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go dance yesterday . Apparently , i was "sick" . A slight fever . Tuiton yesterday was great . i was just simply singing the maths equations and laughing with the teacher . Tenisha didn't go !!!! I missed her , haha . YAY ! She is coming tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay , gotta run , bye ! Toddles !! (:&lt;br /&gt;Much loves (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-100601851447494011?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/100601851447494011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=100601851447494011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/100601851447494011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/100601851447494011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/fast-forward-everything-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7524797454870439613</id><published>2009-08-02T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:19:51.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ What does Best Friends mean ? ] &lt;br /&gt;I was just daydreaming in the mrt station . Apraently , i was alone . Everyone went out ): &lt;br /&gt;I happened to be easdropping on someones conversation . It seemed quite intresting . An thats what they were talking about , " What do best friends mean ? " Do they even mean anything ? Do you have a bestfriend ? Do bestfriends even exsit ? Best friends are not just someones who buys you stuff , or gives you tissue paper . They are not just people you go recess with . &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;A best friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out . Most people walk in and out of your life but a best friend leaves footprints in your heart . A best friend is like a four leave clover: hard to find and lucky to have . When it hurts to look back , and you're scared to look ahead,you can look beside you and your best friend will be there . A best friend is one who thinks you're special when the rest of the world thinks you're a jerk . A best friend spends time with you , shares ideas , respect your differences and sticks up for you when no one else will .&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;And most of all ? A bestfriend doesnt fight with you , and just leaves you there alone . I've had 2 , i lost one [Steph] and i'm not planning to loose the other . It really made me think , to think about my friends .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , I-HATE-THIS-FONT ! I'm having blogger problems !!! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7524797454870439613?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7524797454870439613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7524797454870439613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7524797454870439613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7524797454870439613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-does-best-friends-mean-i-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8435652753752081503</id><published>2009-07-30T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:48:01.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SnD6xbIOrcI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XakhpQ_Ig7A/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364062883201068482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SnD6xbIOrcI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XakhpQ_Ig7A/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First Things First , i just realised that i have not replied my tags for very long ? So , i think i will only reply a few of it ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had totally no energy to post yesterday ? I woke up at 2.26 pm ? And not only that , i woke up like so many times at midnight . A little better right now (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm back to school tomorrow , after 2 days of rest . Actually , I'm not very sure . If i still have fever , i might not go ? I was just entertaining myself with television all day . And sleeping continuously ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy's Birthday is today , and i did not get her anything ? I only remembered on Tuesday night , and the next two days i was in bed . I'll probably give her a late gift ? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; Mommy for everything , like really everything (: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; , even though i would not dare say it face to face .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tag Replies :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Jul 09- &amp;amp;sandy(: : GET WELL SOON(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Thanks ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Jul 09- Marissa: 2 more days! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : HAA ! Times passing fast indeed (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Jul 09- Priscilla: i hope that u can rest well n also must stay happy from darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : OOOOhh , so sweet ! (: Thanks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Jul 09- Priscilla: u got see doctor u must get well soon so that i can see u at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Yes , i did , cant wait to see you at school too ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Jul 09- Priscilla: r u ok ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Right now , I'm a little better (: Thanks for asking ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Jul 09- Priscilla: my darling relax la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Forget it ! Its over already .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Jul 09- Priscilla: Ur both picture r very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Thank You ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Jul 09- &amp;amp;SANDY♥: TAGS AGAIN &amp;amp; COS I AM REAL BORED(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Thanks for tagging ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Jul 09- QIWEI: RACHEL ! get well soon . come school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Thanks , and sorry , that you have to go to school alone for 2 days ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Jul 09- &amp;amp;SANDY♥: HELLOS ! READ &amp;amp; TAG (: GET WELL SOON &amp;amp;LOVES YOU LOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Thanks ! (: , and LOVE you loads too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8435652753752081503?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8435652753752081503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8435652753752081503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8435652753752081503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8435652753752081503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-things-first-i-just-realised-that.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SnD6xbIOrcI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XakhpQ_Ig7A/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7521756229912775805</id><published>2009-07-28T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:13:12.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6u5PDTOcI/AAAAAAAAA7g/32rxJmLoCQ0/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363416504560990658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6u5PDTOcI/AAAAAAAAA7g/32rxJmLoCQ0/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6uf-UL5zI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/8CsMy0sqJdE/s1600-h/DSC09897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363416070571681586" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6uf-UL5zI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/8CsMy0sqJdE/s400/DSC09897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6uYuMKFMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/twTuWE2DloM/s1600-h/DSC09873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363415945983956162" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6uYuMKFMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/twTuWE2DloM/s400/DSC09873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6uYEnXtQI/AAAAAAAAA7I/aOKp-5_0Tgg/s1600-h/DSC09873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363415934823806210" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6uYEnXtQI/AAAAAAAAA7I/aOKp-5_0Tgg/s400/DSC09873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6uX71fDKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/iPWKMiJCxEI/s1600-h/DSC09869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363415932467088546" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6uX71fDKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/iPWKMiJCxEI/s400/DSC09869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ewwww !! , Everything i write erased !! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh !! SICK ! SICK ! Runny Nose , Feverish , Slight headache ! Maybe that might be the reason why i&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now come tomorrow . Not confirmed yet ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was not great at all , i was merely just thinking of the sms ? If its true . Marissa thinks it is . I really dunno , anyways forget about it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really short post , as i have no energy to type .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealously , Yes , he was .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS : Lame , she say don't want to reply , InTheEnd , replied ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also lazy to entertain you . Waste my time and energy to entertain some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; girl . &lt;/em&gt;Yes , little .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7521756229912775805?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7521756229912775805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7521756229912775805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7521756229912775805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7521756229912775805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/ewwww-everything-i-write-erased-arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sm6u5PDTOcI/AAAAAAAAA7g/32rxJmLoCQ0/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4550453737658123146</id><published>2009-07-27T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:41:42.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your first sentence , like totally don't make sense ?! What the heck you talking ?!&lt;br /&gt;People already no mood then you scream ? You're like being such a spoil little girl ?! Then you no mood people scream , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU ALSO NOT HAPPY RIGHT ?!&lt;/span&gt;  I don't want touch your mouth , i throw at you face ? I don't mind ? Next time i hear you scream i throw paper at you , don't say i throw paper at you fr no reason later . Teacher ask , i have a lot of proof already , a lot of people saw what you wrote .&lt;br /&gt;You seriously talking crap la ? Run for the last time ?! What you talking sia . Cant be bothered about the rest which you said .&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;PS : It was simple for him to say those words , but its hard to accept it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-4550453737658123146?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4550453737658123146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4550453737658123146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4550453737658123146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4550453737658123146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-first-sentence-like-totally-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1547618377010213995</id><published>2009-07-24T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:29:32.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ Different People Have Different Attitude ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I decided to post especially for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;EUNICE LIM XIAN HUI &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can you like freaking hell stop jumping into conclusions ?! If you don't know anything , that can just shut you gap ? Like seriously . Okay , so now I'm acting like a &lt;em&gt;bitch . &lt;/em&gt;But at least i did not accuse someone of accusing something ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So we wanted to meet each other to clarify things up , but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was grounded , so we called each other instead , hoping everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;would be sorted up soon . But NO , i was wrong , we ended up arguing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;more , and more . Something did not feel right , i was mad enough to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just cut the line . That's how it ended .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just one little thing she did today , that made me really mad at her ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just one little thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: Stop being such a BITCH la , yes , now I'm talking about you . .Doing your job as a chair-person ? As though you're such a good one ? You ask yourself one freaking question lah , if she did that to you , you like anot ? You also confirm will scold her what ? Plus you don't need to scold her only , scold me also lah , i also part of it what ? She didn't hate you , you know , YOU made her HATE YOU . You , Yourself made her hate you . BTW , no one ask you to care if she hate you or not , please la , you don't bully her coz she will not talk back okay . She want to say stupid , its totally her problem . Her mouth , she can say whatever she want , you want to control people , now you want to control her mouth also is it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At least she smarter then you right ? Like you never call anyone stupid before ? You also sometimes call teacher stupid what ? Means what ? You smarter than the teacher is it ? Dream on lah ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Spoil my mood only . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay fine , i will not ignore the fact that i'm a bitch . Bitch then bitch lah , at least , I'M NOT LOOSE ! Face the fact , you are ! Okay , so let me not change the topic . Please la , at least i dont have the i-dont-care-about-anything attitude okay ? You want to know why she angry with you ? You freaking hell noisy la . You scream here , scream there . AHHH !! HERE , AHH !! THERE . Not irritating is it ? If she did not cool me down ah , i swear i would have screamed at you at that spot okay . 2.4 that time , we pass , go recall what you said , trust me , she was angry , so she said something back to you when you did your 2.4 . Revenge ? You dont know your mistake , you dont point fingers at other people la . Bully her ,in a sense that you scold her so much , coz you know that she will not scold you back until so much ? I didn't say you stupid , you said it you're -self . You dont want control , why you care if she said stupid ?! HER MOUTH WHAT  ?! Where got different meaning ? Its the same , plus you did scold STUDENTS stupid before ! Okay , i admit she got 1 fault , she always say Aiyo,so easy. you like that also dunnoe" . Other then that ?!&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/3413032771680761272-1547618377010213995?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1547618377010213995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1547618377010213995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1547618377010213995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1547618377010213995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-people-have-different.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6763703172458795050</id><published>2009-07-22T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:39:58.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was just a wild guess for her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS : Photos , tomorrow ? / Sorry , i know my post is getting shorter and shorter each day . But most of you guys prefer it , so yeah ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6763703172458795050?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6763703172458795050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6763703172458795050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6763703172458795050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6763703172458795050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-just-wild-guess-for-her-ps.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4030668869007241084</id><published>2009-07-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:59:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmW7dCBg97I/AAAAAAAAA5A/YoHkeUgSJRY/s1600-h/DSC09430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360897038888269746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmW7dCBg97I/AAAAAAAAA5A/YoHkeUgSJRY/s400/DSC09430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every Little Thing I Do Has A Reason .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes , it does , that's why i did that . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may find me bitchy for doing that , but i had a reason , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a good one . When HER friend asked me that question , the only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thing i could do , was keep quite , i couldn't answer that question , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i somehow didn't want to hurt her feelings . I thought SHE asked her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friend to ask me that question , but it didn't seem like it . Neither of us are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bothered about each other anymore . Even our enemy , seems closer to you then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me now , but i don't care , i really don't . I don't like your slutty attitude . Its disgusting .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking about it just makes me want to puke .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PS : I felt like slapping her , i seriosuly did , ANNOYING SCREAMS ! I was so mad , even liana had to try and cool me down a little &lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-4030668869007241084?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4030668869007241084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4030668869007241084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4030668869007241084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4030668869007241084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-little-thing-i-do-has-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmW7dCBg97I/AAAAAAAAA5A/YoHkeUgSJRY/s72-c/DSC09430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-839988071655821119</id><published>2009-07-19T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:01:04.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8obx408I/AAAAAAAAA44/8b55OKnTDy0/s1600-h/DSC09656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360124278106280898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8obx408I/AAAAAAAAA44/8b55OKnTDy0/s400/DSC09656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8oHJMRPI/AAAAAAAAA4w/v6w-lI3Ek5Y/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360124272566879474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8oHJMRPI/AAAAAAAAA4w/v6w-lI3Ek5Y/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8n-j9jdI/AAAAAAAAA4o/aHRlOdOEW1I/s1600-h/slides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360124270263242194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8n-j9jdI/AAAAAAAAA4o/aHRlOdOEW1I/s400/slides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8npxc9hI/AAAAAAAAA4g/SaEtEpuX8vM/s1600-h/DSC09694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360124264682681874" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8npxc9hI/AAAAAAAAA4g/SaEtEpuX8vM/s400/DSC09694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are guys so random ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are guys so childish ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not to mention , why are guys so DISGUSTING ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAAA !! Yes , i was with random , childish and DISGUSTING guys . I had to deal with them for 3 hours . But they were quite entertaining though . *Laughs* , that crazy chicken face that Joshua did . HAAA !!! , simply entertaining . Great time though , i was like , "Guys , do i know you ? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Joshua wanted amoz to feed him pearls through his mouth ?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Crazy guys do crazy stuff , and they were entertaining me quite well so , haha , i had fun !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways , Pretty short post though . Ending off ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS : I'm not being mean right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean , i really dont like her . Sorry to say that ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i feel you like a ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3413032771680761272-839988071655821119?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/839988071655821119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=839988071655821119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/839988071655821119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/839988071655821119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-are-guys-so-random-why-are-guys-so.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SmL8obx408I/AAAAAAAAA44/8b55OKnTDy0/s72-c/DSC09656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2639027629221378523</id><published>2009-07-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:40:30.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another time ?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy to edit picture'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasn't really in a mood , but i forced myself to blog today . I was practically just rotting at home for 9 hours , ALONE ! , without Television and Computer . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow , she hasn't got the idea that i am really MAD at her . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave her so many hints , but she failed to understand them . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did she really not understand them , or does she know that i am mad at her , but she's pretending that she does not know anything ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get a life , Girl ! Just get a life ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS : I PASSED MY 2.4 !! , Like finally ?! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-2639027629221378523?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2639027629221378523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2639027629221378523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2639027629221378523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2639027629221378523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wasnt-really-in-mood-but-i-forced.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6453650424282604190</id><published>2009-07-16T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:59:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sl8hvRyGRyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oFJmZ4NbMog/s1600-h/DSC09277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359039177705277218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sl8hvRyGRyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oFJmZ4NbMog/s400/DSC09277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not that i don't like her , Its not that i hate her .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not then i don't like to be with her , its not that i don't wanna talk to her .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not that I'm jealous of her , its not that i want her to be mine only .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not that i find her annoying , its not that i find her irritating . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not that i find her flirty , its not that i find her a betrayer .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not that i dont wanna say goodbye , its not that i dont wanna say hi , ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its just something deep down inside me , which finds her a&lt;em&gt; BITCH&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6453650424282604190?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6453650424282604190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6453650424282604190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6453650424282604190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6453650424282604190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-not-that-i-dont-like-her-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sl8hvRyGRyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oFJmZ4NbMog/s72-c/DSC09277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-367764998040635378</id><published>2009-07-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:34:28.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm simply just entertaining myself , by fooling around with sister's laptop ! Oh mans ! i cut my finger and its so freaking painful !! , like REALLY PAINFUL ! Just came back from tuition . I did learn something , at least i did ? My eyelids are half way open , who knows if i will finish publishing this post before i doze off . I hope i don't . Me an tenisha had a little hope that we would be in the same class today , but luck was not on my side i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met keewei to pass her , her stuff , and she ended up seeing my E-zlink photo , SHE WANTED TO POST IT , but i was like please don't . Thanks though ? School was pretty much boring !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 3/4 of DNT period was taken up by me listening to Liana's stories . She's a little sad but she so better get better . THAT JERK caused PAIN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it , i gotta go yea ? Will post pictures soon !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BITCH HER !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-367764998040635378?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/367764998040635378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=367764998040635378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/367764998040635378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/367764998040635378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-simply-just-entertaining-myself-by.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2314634758311693556</id><published>2009-07-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:32:11.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally , I'm done with my DNT homework , i wonder if i did it right ? I hop i did , coz I'm about to print it out now . School was rather boring though . I wasn't really in a good mood . First it was HER , she was pretty much annoying me with her screams . Then it was another HER . She freaking hell made me stand for no reason ? And that ER LI LING ! , she said that i ask her to change place , and the fact is that i asked her if i can SIT AT HER PLACE . There's a difference you know people ! I'll just take it as she's to dumb to understand things . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that freaking last HER , is such buyers sia . Freaks !? Other people sitting down , she still make me stand . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After i was suppose to go home , coz ever since she saw those messages in my phone , she so called "grounded" me , but In The End , i went KFC for lunch . Mother allowed me , but she said only for today . AND THIS IS SPECIALLY FOR MARISSA , I WILL NOT BE SLACKING THIS WHOLE WEEK , MAYBE NEXT WEEK TOO ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freaks !! my printer Jam , then printing lamo stuff . Stupid ! Okay , never mind , its working already . I printed my stuff , FINALLY ! Anyways , I Got To Go , so See ya ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will upload pictures tomorrow , or day after that ?&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/3413032771680761272-2314634758311693556?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2314634758311693556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2314634758311693556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2314634758311693556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2314634758311693556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-im-done-with-my-dnt-homework-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6123964486660319996</id><published>2009-07-10T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:54:54.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my imperfect life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SldV5Aw-GjI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WZ6_zAkpK88/s1600-h/DSC09275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356844719726795314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SldV5Aw-GjI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WZ6_zAkpK88/s400/DSC09275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RachelAnneStansilas here !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well obviously its me here , its my blog . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay , I'm self entertaining myself . I hated school today , even though toady's timetable was not very tight , but i still didn't like it . It seemed so boring . Me and See Mun was entertaining ourselves by making fun of HER . So mean right ? She started it First . I think ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school , i was suppose to go home STRAIGHT . Marissa ask me slack until 1.30 . So i said okay . In The End , Slack till 2.45 . Reached home and slept for 4 hours . I feel so awake right now :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEA ! I'm done with the science project . I re-did it . I chose another animal . A really rare one ? And I'm finally done with it . I guess that's all i have to post . A pretty short one i guess ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was somehow changing the subject when he kept asking me who the person was ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i managed to change the topic into something else , but i had to tell him in the end ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i did . I told him who " Mr . Right " was . He seemed shock . Was what i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thinking right ? Did he have a crush on me ? it seemed so obvious , but i forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about it . Right now the matter is , if i have feelings for " Mr. Right " . Do i ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This seems so difficult . I seem to have a little feelings for him . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm really not sure . I'm feeling a little awkward . I need to think , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NOW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Baby , i somehow want you , Right Now )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6123964486660319996?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6123964486660319996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6123964486660319996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6123964486660319996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6123964486660319996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyo-rachelannestansilas-here-well.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SldV5Aw-GjI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WZ6_zAkpK88/s72-c/DSC09275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2314797941979179644</id><published>2009-07-09T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:49:52.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SlX04TqGpHI/AAAAAAAAA4I/w0mXL8I9gNw/s1600-h/DSC09439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356456580013794418" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SlX04TqGpHI/AAAAAAAAA4I/w0mXL8I9gNw/s400/DSC09439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M BACK TO BLOG ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a long time yea ? Yea , it really has been a long time since i blogged . I had to use the excuse that I'm doing a project . But i really am , I'm redoing it , coz i found a really interesting animal . I haven't told Marissa yet . Hope she doesn't mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh !! I'm gonna kick that tortoise's butt !!! AND I MEAN IT ! He made me run 2.4 and practically just F-A-I-L-E-D me ? How great is that ? I tired really hard , and had this weird back bone ache , and what did he do ? FAIL ME ? I feel like plucking out those nose hairs which which can be seen coz its really long . Arghhh!!!! Anyways other lessons were just boring i guess ? I was suppose to go home after school , but ended up going mac for lunch , and i was suppose to eat lunch at home ? Anyways , Marissa wanted to study , but she took so long to eat that she could not . Went to the mrt , and less then 3 Min's later saw keewei , She sat with us missed 2 trains and went home ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practically Suntha is entertaining me by messaging me . It was HE being Random again and we were just talking about stuff . And we have are entertaining each other for 4 and a half hours . And i keep replying him really late . Anyways , i gotta get back to my project before my mommy sees so toddles !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want to love you , i really don't , coz i know you're not Mr . Right . But&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just cant help this feeling . This feeling is taking me no where . He asked me who &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i liked and i needed to think . I needed to stop everything and think . Did i really like him ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is he the one ? Should i tell him ? Is he Mr. Right ? But i know he isn't . He cant be . CONFUSED .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what i am right now . Tomorrow is the day . I gonna tell him who i like . I haven't thought yet . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm lucky , maybe i don't like him . Maybe ?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps : iloveyou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-2314797941979179644?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2314797941979179644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2314797941979179644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2314797941979179644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2314797941979179644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-to-blog-its-been-long-time-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SlX04TqGpHI/AAAAAAAAA4I/w0mXL8I9gNw/s72-c/DSC09439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7881521320320411878</id><published>2009-07-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:13:54.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad news first , because there's no good news . I won't be blogging everyday now , so probably like twice or thrice a week ? It depends . Long story , and i have no time to say it . Lets start with Saturday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up early to meet Jane and Gracie at 11.45 . I left my house at 10.4 assuming i would take an hour to reach Queenstown . Little did i know that i would only take half an hour . So i had to take a train to outram , and miss 5 trains just because i left so early . Reached there at 11.40 , waited for Gracie . She was simply just hilarious . When Jane didn't reach yet , she thought the taxi-driver kidnapped Jane . She was just so funny . She just made my day (:&lt;br /&gt;Took a train to Bugis . And neoprints . THREE TIMES ( ? ) We wanted to take more , but we stopped . Walked around . Bought stuff . Had our lunch and this really cool restaurant . ( I FORGOT THE NAME ! =X ) But i do know , that's where KeeWei too the Elmo and Cookie Monster Picture from . We were crapping there as usual . And Something funny happened there too . My mouth is sealed on that on . ( RATED 16 ) Took a taxi to somewhere , i forgot AGAIN ! Borrowed a CD to watch at Jane's condo . So we suppose to watch the movie in her Mac computer , but bad luck , cant . So we chatted and stuff . We made milksake and stuff , so cool ? Then went to her Swimming Pool , we didn't exactly swim , but we just walked around the swimming pool . Took a few pictures . Then went to the playground near her house , and we played the swing . And that's when all the embarrassing stuff started . Goofed around there for awhile and went to the other playground to chat and stuff . Went back to her house to watch the movie . Had dinner there , and headed home . Mommy didn't really nag when i reached home at 10++ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so bad !!! So i had my testimony , and my voice seemed as tough it was going to cry , obviously ?! , i was in front of the whole church , which had like so many people . Anyways , after that had lunch at Subway with them . And took a bus to Aunty Jacqueline's Condo for SUNDAE SUNDAY !! It was so sociable and interesting and fun ! We played games ad stuff , then they had LOTS of ice-cream , and i mean L-O-T-S !! And milkshake and brownies and Hot Dog Buns . Then we watched a movie and then we just socialized with other people . Me and the rest of them were like talking and stuff , and then we were talking about embarrassing moments , and the thing went off point , and we started talking about crazy stuff , and scary stuff in our schools . So scary ! Then lots of them went home coz it was late , Then the group became smaller , and we played more games . Then me Jane and Charis walked along the swimming pool and we were talking about other stuff , and Jemmy sent us home as it was Midnight ready . So sweet Right ? Thanks Loads :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh Shush ! I fell in love with him again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7881521320320411878?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7881521320320411878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7881521320320411878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7881521320320411878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7881521320320411878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-news-first-because-theres-no-good.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6073660573831573851</id><published>2009-07-02T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:47:22.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will update this post , everything i wrote got erased !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6073660573831573851?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6073660573831573851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6073660573831573851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6073660573831573851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6073660573831573851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-6706090732477798967</id><published>2009-07-01T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:51:12.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IATECHOCOLATEICECREAM :D'/><title type='text'>UNHAPPY about the fact that i have to go to school for the next two days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't go school today , no i did not , but i am going tomorrow . So you guys will see me tomorrow , UNHAPPY . UNHAPPY about the fact that i have to go to school for the next two days . Mrs Lo called my mother this morning to ask how i was and stuff . My flu is getting a litte better . Just a little better . 1 week of flu , and it only got a Lil better ? That's bad , so bad ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant post photos , WHY ?!?!?!? Arghhhh !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So i went JB yesterday , walked all round City Square . Did my glasses . Mother say will be cheaper her and good quality , In The End , so expensive , But made it in the end . Took a taxi to Lucky Plaza . It was supper dupper hot there . The air con felt like it was OFF . Bought pirated movie =X =X =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally bought a new pair of pump shoes , coz my other one was too old . But it still looks new . I bought so little things ?! I wanted to buy dresses from there but all so ugly =X =X Bought food stuff , collected my glasses , and went home . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suppose to meet KeeWei , but i was too lazy . I was so tired ?! I was walking the whole day . So told her i will meet her today . I will call you or message you yea ? Maybe i might meet you about 5 or 6++ ? Sorry BTW . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess that's it so toddles ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-6706090732477798967?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/6706090732477798967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=6706090732477798967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6706090732477798967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/6706090732477798967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/unhappy-about-fact-that-i-have-to-go-to.html' title='UNHAPPY about the fact that i have to go to school for the next two days'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8492529601399149817</id><published>2009-06-29T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:39:45.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IWANTCHOCOLATEICECREAM:D'/><title type='text'>S-T-U-F-F-E-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm S-T-U-F-F-E-D , Get it ? STUFFED . I ate so much , like soo freaking much . My tummy feels likes its gonna explode . *Giggles* , okay so i am exaggerating a little . But i am full . Church was great as usual . Hanged out with Jan and Gracie , And they wanted to eat together , so we had lunch at FOSTERS . ( I FORGOT THE NAME OF THE PLACE =X ) This really cool place . And i ate a full set meal . That's why I'm a little full . The soup was brilliant, really great . The main course was just splendid . And dessert just rocked my socks !! Anyways , walked about with Jan and Gracie . And went home after that .&lt;br /&gt;We were making plans for Next Saturday , coz we were planning to go out . Its gonna be great i guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no school for 2 days coz I'm not really feeling very well . Half a day is gonna pass in one and a half hours . And i did nothing , absolutely NOTHING . I just slept The whole half day . I'm really planning to do stuff . Just hope i manage to do all that i wanted . I was planning to watch a movie , but there's no movie , so ya . I've got no choice but to blog . I guess that's it , its a short post i guess . Toddles !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS : ARGHHHHHH !!! , CANT POST PHOTO ?! ERROR ON THE PAGE !! POSTED IN LIKE 3 TIMES AND THERES NO PHOTO !!!!! STUPID PAGE ! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8492529601399149817?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8492529601399149817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8492529601399149817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8492529601399149817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8492529601399149817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/s-t-u-f-f-e-d.html' title='S-T-U-F-F-E-D'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5490512270989747511</id><published>2009-06-27T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:20:47.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILOVECHOCOLATEICECREAM :D'/><title type='text'>Out again !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkWeFiy2vII/AAAAAAAAA2w/10pPXXaI0uM/s1600-h/DSC09276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351857550276344962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkWeFiy2vII/AAAAAAAAA2w/10pPXXaI0uM/s400/DSC09276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BOO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes , its me and I'm back with a new post :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm been pretty tired these days , lack of sleep ? Yes i agree i keep waking up early these few days , but I'm just not tired . Probably because i keep sleeping during odd hours . *Giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways , &lt;strong&gt;MY-SISTER-IS-TAKING-SO-LONG-IN-THE-BATHROOM&lt;/strong&gt; . I WANNA BATH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=X , yupps i have not taken a shower and I'm using the com . Its not my fault , both the toilets are occupied . Ewwwww !! I stink :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going out later to Jordan's house . We're gonna have fun baby ! Cant wait , even though i have not been to his house before but I'm guessing it would be fun . Holidays seem to be getting better , but school opening soon . So to tell you guys first , i might &lt;strong&gt;not be going to school&lt;/strong&gt; on&lt;strong&gt; Monday&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; . Depends . I'm hoping i don't . I'm in a party mood right now . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whats with everyone and Michale Jackson ?! Seriously ! He is D-E-A-D , And everyone acting like the world came to an end or something like that . Weird ? I agree he is like the King of Pop or something , but the way people are acting , so weird , just so weird . Eben mommy who is not a Michael Jackson fan , let me repeat , NOT a Michael Jackson fan is reading everything about him . Shes reading every coloum about him in the news paper . She's reading everything about him in the Internet . YouTube , google , yahoo , hot mail news , blah , blah , blah . And the mommy ho never turned to MTV before just turned to that channel to see his songs and life story . Whats going on ? Like seriously ?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways , off to bath now , farewell readers :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5490512270989747511?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5490512270989747511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5490512270989747511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5490512270989747511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5490512270989747511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-again.html' title='Out again !'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkWeFiy2vII/AAAAAAAAA2w/10pPXXaI0uM/s72-c/DSC09276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4126999610651718716</id><published>2009-06-26T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:53:57.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILOVECHOCOLATEICECREAM :D'/><title type='text'>I'm still in a party mood yea !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkS2t7rjc8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Tl--bI-UbXE/s1600-h/DSC08949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351603157453730754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkS2t7rjc8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Tl--bI-UbXE/s400/DSC08949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'M BACK ! , and pretty much not feeling better . No , I'm not . i still feel the same , a little sick , i was just complaining to mother how i should not go to school , so yea ? Depends , i might not go , if I'm still sick . I'm hoping not to go back to school . I'm still in the holiday / shopping mood . I'm not in a study mood right now so yea , i don't wanna go back to school so fast . But i still gotta study because its streaming . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways , went to Jemmy's survey thing , she was doing a survey on girls and technology , so she wanted to interview me . That's absolutely cool :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways , wet there and spent four hours there , she just asked me questions . And i was practically munching on the food there . It was yummy , especially this Carmel tidbit , I forgot the name . *Giggles* . She was so sweet , she gave me a &lt;strong&gt;BORDERS &lt;/strong&gt;$25 voucher just for coming . Supper sweet right ? I felt like just giving her a kiss . *Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So i was done at about 2++ , so i headed back home . and i got a good sleep , until 6 when my mother came home i woke me up . Arghh ! , at least i was not dreaming of anything . That's a good thing you see . Anyways , IWANNAWATCHTV , so toddles :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-4126999610651718716?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4126999610651718716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4126999610651718716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4126999610651718716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4126999610651718716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-still-in-party-mood-yea.html' title='I&apos;m still in a party mood yea !'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkS2t7rjc8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Tl--bI-UbXE/s72-c/DSC08949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7364255835973993965</id><published>2009-06-24T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:45:11.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A body of sickness right now'/><title type='text'>2nd plan is also cancelled !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkHLPPIG5xI/AAAAAAAAA2g/hrWnXu_TmYQ/s1600-h/DSC08969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350781294911874834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkHLPPIG5xI/AAAAAAAAA2g/hrWnXu_TmYQ/s400/DSC08969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feeling much better right now , so much better . But i am so freaking tired ? Mommy wanted to me go sleep now , because she thought i finished studying , but i did not . I have not even started . Planning to do it later . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So , trip to JB was cancelled last minute . Plus , its after i bath and change already . Mother say she going work , Friday then go ? Its pretty pathetic ? From the start of the holidays , suppose to go JB push forward until now , still don't want to go ? She still tell me maybe Friday go . Its always happenes to me , always . I would have plans , and after changing and stuff , someone will cancel it last minute . But whatever , Going out with mommy later . In the evening ? I think ? , that's what she said , i hope she keeps to her word . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its a pretty short post , because i seriously have no energy to type . I just hope i get well soon yea ? Anyways , toddles &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7364255835973993965?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7364255835973993965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7364255835973993965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7364255835973993965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7364255835973993965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-plan-is-also-cancelled.html' title='2nd plan is also cancelled !!'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkHLPPIG5xI/AAAAAAAAA2g/hrWnXu_TmYQ/s72-c/DSC08969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3922266093510137207</id><published>2009-06-23T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:55:52.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna be your ROCKSTAR'/><title type='text'>Study Outing / Class Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDAT9SqqYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9QzoCKVHdWY/s1600-h/DSC09518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350487806419052930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDAT9SqqYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9QzoCKVHdWY/s400/DSC09518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDATV1q0MI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/PHwXYpBsGl4/s1600-h/DSC09528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350487795828445378" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDATV1q0MI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/PHwXYpBsGl4/s400/DSC09528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDATNXztrI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NmPiXlVXqD0/s1600-h/DSC09519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350487793555715762" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDATNXztrI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NmPiXlVXqD0/s400/DSC09519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDASxGovUI/AAAAAAAAA2A/svGScKk5STM/s1600-h/DSC09507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350487785967500610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDASxGovUI/AAAAAAAAA2A/svGScKk5STM/s400/DSC09507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkC_SHyqzaI/AAAAAAAAA14/qHkDyGL154U/s1600-h/gfhfhfhtrhtjhy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350486675366268322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkC_SHyqzaI/AAAAAAAAA14/qHkDyGL154U/s400/gfhfhfhtrhtjhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkC_R2QZcII/AAAAAAAAA1w/tyf8axbTV8A/s1600-h/ghghghfdhd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350486670659121282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkC_R2QZcII/AAAAAAAAA1w/tyf8axbTV8A/s400/ghghghfdhd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkC_RwSCpfI/AAAAAAAAA1o/iph1MqFgKHE/s1600-h/hgfhjgfghjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350486669055403506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkC_RwSCpfI/AAAAAAAAA1o/iph1MqFgKHE/s400/hgfhjgfghjh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm have not bee saving the earth these few days . I'm have been using 100's of tissue packets . I feel as though my nose has sores already . They are so painful . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to study with Marissa in the morning . So i woke up late , so met her late . poor thing , she had to wait so long . Sorry yay ? Went bukit timah to study . Crazy ? We went so far to study . Study , Study , Pictures , then walk out all the way to the main road to take a bus to east coast . We did not know the way , so we were walking here and there . Plus it was so freaking hot !!  I was like about to faint like seriosuly.was walking as though i was drunk . *Laughs* , its not funny . Anyways , FINALLY ! , went to the correct bustop . But after we came down the bus , had to walk some more . Arghhhh !!! In the end found the place . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then had to find the Pit . And we walked the wrong direction . We walked like 1 KM  , then realise that we walked wrong direction . In The End , Rent a double seater bike and ride there . Reached ! Slack there . Eat ! The food was nice though . Slack , then Marissa must go . She need go for Family Gathering , so had to leave early . Took photos , and took a cab to purple line . The stupid driver make one whole round ?! Waste our money . After that trained home , saw keewei . Chat awhile then came home . That's it ! Tomorrow outing cancelled ? Mother last minute wan to go JB .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3922266093510137207?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3922266093510137207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3922266093510137207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3922266093510137207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3922266093510137207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-outing-class-pit.html' title='Study Outing / Class Pit'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SkDAT9SqqYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9QzoCKVHdWY/s72-c/DSC09518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3781595445451860507</id><published>2009-06-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:27:25.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish me luck ?'/><title type='text'>Flu caught me , Arghh !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sj4ZA2zhPwI/AAAAAAAAA1g/iM1fCV-o4XA/s1600-h/DSC08958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349740909865025282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sj4ZA2zhPwI/AAAAAAAAA1g/iM1fCV-o4XA/s400/DSC08958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arghh !! , Flu caught me . What a time to catch me . Stupid flu !! . Totally spoiled my mood . So this post is gonna be short . Really short , I'm not in a mood to type a long post . I'm tired and sick . Church was great . The JG had to sit together . And all of us were so lively . We were all jumping with the music . So cool . Okay , so I'm really gonna start afresh as a christian . Seriously . Its time i did . Was hagging out with Grace after service . Was talking about school stuff , and blahh , blahh , blahh . And guess what ? I have to say a testimony next next Sunday , in front of the whole church . Its about my painting . Remember i had to interpret it in front of the campers ? , now i have to say it in front of the church . I'm getting goosebumps already . How am i going to say it in front of the whole church ? Dear God , Help me ? So I'm ending this post with , Wish me luck next next Sunday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3781595445451860507?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3781595445451860507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3781595445451860507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3781595445451860507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3781595445451860507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/flu-caught-me-arghh.html' title='Flu caught me , Arghh !!'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sj4ZA2zhPwI/AAAAAAAAA1g/iM1fCV-o4XA/s72-c/DSC08958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7863872646565374467</id><published>2009-06-20T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:31:58.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back ~'/><title type='text'>Back from Camp !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjzIc4QeLRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Je0TIE0lLEg/s1600-h/DSC08978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349370855872670994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjzIc4QeLRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Je0TIE0lLEg/s400/DSC08978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;20 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YO ! , I'm back , yes i am . Its a sad thing ! , I didn't wanna leave that place . 4 days , and memories are already attached to the place . I was like , No , i don wanna leave , please ? But i had to , yes i did ! Clara was so sweet , came home to see my message spammed her with saying :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss you darling , COME BACK SOON ! , so sweet ? I found it so sweet . She's so gonna get a kiss form me . *Laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So , lets start with day 1 , I was pretty shock , they told us it will be a chalet , but i thought in the chalet , there will be military stuff , i was so shock to see such a big room . It was amazing , just so incredible ?There was a really huge living room . Th kitchen was pretty with a sign saying : Charm's and Deb's kitchen , Don't like the food , GO EAT BISCUITS LAH ! , so cute ? I think it was pretty hilarious . So we checked in . Our room is lovely . It was pretty big , and ours was unique was the rest , it had a makeup/changing room too . How cool is that ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had ice breakers first . The games were really nice . Then we had dance studio . So called dancing lessons . It was a little not like my kind , but it was great , it really was . Then we had debrief , then supper and chill out , shower and lights out . The next day morning we had ignition , its kinda like worship , songs and stuff , then we had breakfast , Then ministry of enjoyment , kinda like sharing of experiences and stuff . It was great . Then we had lunch . After that , it was so cool , we had to kinda pray , so god would talk to us , and we had to draw what god wants us to say . I drew like sparks of different colours . Like dark and light colours with a yellow background , little did i know mine was chosen to presant and say what my art piece means . I was like kinda having fits when i was talking , so scary !! Then was break . We were having fun in out rooms . Talking and stuff . Then was games . It was so fun . Especially that web game , it was so cool and unique . Then was wash up / down time . Dinner and night session 1 . Debrief , then it was movie night . SO COOL . The movie was really interesting . The best part , it really felt like a movie , coz there were popcorn , coke , and all kinds of food . Supper cool right ?! Then it was lights out . We were kinda trying to sleep but we could not . I woke up so many times to hear people snoring . But i did kinda have good sleep . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day was Worship again , then breakfast , then was a thing called : Pauper to Prince / Princess . One of the People were sharing their experience in life . It was really sad about their background and stuff . Then we had to go anywhere we wanted to and hear from god personally . I did and it was so cool . Really it was . I was so amazed , he actually speaked to me . Then we had to say it in front of everyone . Then was lunch , and a workshop called : The secret to studying . It was so funny . Jammy was like supper funny . Her expressions and stuff . She is such a joyful girl . Then it was outdoor games , and wash up / down time . After that was dinner . Then it was worship . Oh my !! , It was incredible . I sang till i cried . I was so touched you know . Just so touched . Tears were all over my face . I never felt so wonderful in life before . There are no words to describe how i felt . Then was night session 2 , Debrief . We were suppose to have speed date . But we had to time so . It was lights out . But we did not sleep . We were having so much fun in out rooms . In the end we slept at 1++ . Had breakfast today , ignition 3 , breakfast , Then it was Kinda like graduation you know . So cool . We had scrolls and stuff . So cool . Then it was pack up and Goodbye . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had to much of fun . Seriously ! . Okay so what a long post i got here . Its like supper duper long to me . Maybe some of them are already sleeping , after reading half of the post ? *Laughs* It does't seem like a Saturday to me . Anyways that it ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tag replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sandy((:: sorry for the late reply , hahas (: miss you too ! take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : Its okay . Thanks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QIWEI , ♥: I will miss you a lot !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : MEE TOO !Actually i didn't =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bangbang-loveee-ed.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pamela♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Hallos ! Link me ! thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : Soon ? Welcome .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Eunice-: Baby is sure thinking of me now(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : To tell you the truth , i was not =X , i was having too much of fun !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;marissa: hellooooooo! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : Heyo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QIWEI: RACHEL ! faster come back !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : I'M BACK ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QIWEI: Rachel , the second for the day . Wah , faster come back ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : You miss me so much ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Eunice-: Hello(: Please relink me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://reality-loves.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://reality-loves.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; . Thanks n Tags(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : Soon ? , Thanks for tagging ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QIWEI: Rachel , ): Faster come back la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : Okay , Okay , I'M BACK !! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marissa: R U BACK YET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : Now i am , but at that time , i wasn't .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marissa: If u r then welcome back! hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : Thanks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passer: you are damn fcukinqq skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel : I'll defiantly take that as a compliment . Thanks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QIWEI: Rachel !! Come back ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rachel : I'M BACK ! , I'M BACK ! , I'M BACK !!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Eunice-: Are u back ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rachel : Yes i am !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3413032771680761272-7863872646565374467?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7863872646565374467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7863872646565374467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7863872646565374467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7863872646565374467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-camp.html' title='Back from Camp !'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjzIc4QeLRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Je0TIE0lLEg/s72-c/DSC08978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5933927726791273911</id><published>2009-06-17T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:06:40.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I didn&apos;t ask you did i ?'/><title type='text'>I didn't ask you , did i ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sjhl-auLbsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/W6AP55Ms-4Y/s1600-h/DSC08953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348136680501767874" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sjhl-auLbsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/W6AP55Ms-4Y/s400/DSC08953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17 June 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So camp's today ? I'm a little excited . :D , I guess i cant wait ? So I'm still not don't with my packing , and i already have plans to go out . So ya ? 'll be leaving in the evening . At around 4 ? I need to seriously get a few things from Mustafar , before i go out . Maybe i might be going J8 again ? I'm not sure . See first ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amazingly i am not tired after sleeping at 3am yesterday . Used the com , tagged a few people , and my com restart by itself . Zzz ? , In The End , too lazy to on , so went back to bed and stared at the walls till 2+ , I even tried counting sheep's , *Laughs* , but it did not work . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daddy was nice enough to help me arrange my cupboard nicely , it was in a total mess , I'm telling you . I was not even bothered to clean my cupboard . My books were all over , but now ? Its just neat . Dads been normal lately , No bad habits yet . Just hope its like that forever . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So i gotta go ? Leaving my house at 12 , and its 11.30 , i don't think i can change in half and hour . But I'll try , so farewell people , my blog will be dead for 2 - 3 days ? , But i hope the tags will keep my blog alive . :D , Tags till you cant tag anymore , people ! , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS : Don't miss me :D /&lt;strong&gt; I WANT ICE-CREAM , YUM !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[[ Edited ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 More hours !!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant wait !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just came back . Phew ! , I'm tired , but its not gonna stop me form going for camp . I'm kinda really looking forward to it . I guess i just cant wait . Went to J8 , to get nail polish , coz lost the other one one the way back . Wasted my money ? After that headed to Toa Payo , ate lunch and old Chang kee . I WANT MORE ! Took a bus back home . Walked to mustafar . It was supper dupper hot . I could have fried an egg there ? Seriously ! , Bought my stuff . Headed home . Took a shower . And i guess i am done packing ? I think so ? =X Anyways , just thought i could post again , before i leave . I'm gonna miss lots of people !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS : MORE ICE-CREAM PLEASE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5933927726791273911?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5933927726791273911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5933927726791273911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5933927726791273911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5933927726791273911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-ask-you-did-i.html' title='I didn&apos;t ask you , did i ?'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sjhl-auLbsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/W6AP55Ms-4Y/s72-c/DSC08953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8235025948921703150</id><published>2009-06-16T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:21:34.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BTW : Yesterdays pics  Enjoy :D'/><title type='text'>Junction Eight !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNx1eIXwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/LAlVwH4YX08/s1600-h/DSC09353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347898969832316674" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNx1eIXwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/LAlVwH4YX08/s400/DSC09353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNxp_OnHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/93Y45r3XviE/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347898966749912178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNxp_OnHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/93Y45r3XviE/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNxQtfzuI/AAAAAAAAA04/Xz1bBN6neJ0/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347898959964655330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNxQtfzuI/AAAAAAAAA04/Xz1bBN6neJ0/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNxJ1kPBI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lZ59a6GRFdk/s1600-h/rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347898958119451666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNxJ1kPBI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lZ59a6GRFdk/s400/rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNw6Y7x2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/D6dlU_oHaSk/s1600-h/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347898953972828002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNw6Y7x2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/D6dlU_oHaSk/s400/yay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16 June 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Phew ! , Just came back from J8 , great sales there i guess ? But that OP top and shorts is supper dupper ex there . Arghh !! , Fox was a little ex too , but te shorts there were nice , but it was just too small . It looked like it was for a five year old ? *Laughs* , I saw that supper cool top at cotton on again , Its cheap but I bought quite a number of tops already . so ya ? Walked around the whole of J8 . We went into like everyshop , to find the perfect outfit . The dresses there are like so cool . Me likeeeeeeee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had lunch at KFC , walked around a little more , then went to face shop to buy my nail polish and my face mask . They were having sale but it was cheap to me , so i bought it . Actually instead of buying that too items i could have bought the cotton on top , but too badf , i bought it already . Took a train back to Novena . Looked around a little more . And Home Sweet Home . Btw while coming back home , lost the nail polish ! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Packing my stuff for tomorrows camp . Its just so fast . Thats means no dance for 2 days , i guess i'm gonna miss it . Anyways , i'm half way through my packing right now . Leaving in the evening tomorrow , i should be able to make a short post , and bid farewell to you guys . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE NOTE , THAT I &lt;strong&gt;WILL NOT&lt;/strong&gt; BE BRINGING MY PHONE FOR CAMP , SO PLEASE DO NOT CALL ME OR MESSAGE , IF YOU DO , I WILL ONLY READ IT WHEN I GET BACK . OH AND MY BLOG WILL BE DEAD FOR 2 DAYS ? SPAM IF YOU GUYS WAN , DONT WORRY I WILL ENTERTAIN YOU PERSONALLY , I WILL MAKE A POST ESPECIALLY FOR YOU :D , TAKE CARE GUYS . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT MISS ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , AND YOU'RE LOVED LOTS LOTS AND LOTS !&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/3413032771680761272-8235025948921703150?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8235025948921703150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8235025948921703150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8235025948921703150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8235025948921703150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/junction-eight.html' title='Junction Eight !'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjeNx1eIXwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/LAlVwH4YX08/s72-c/DSC09353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-829376251978269692</id><published>2009-06-15T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:15:28.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make my heart skip another beat for you'/><title type='text'>Regreting stuff right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly regret it . I should have listened . My legs hurt so badly , and instead of resting at home , i went out . So dance was great i guess . I was not really able to catch the new routine which he thought . I was thinking of practicing at home , but i forgot all the steps =X =X =X =X . The last 1hr , we did the SYF dance again . Apparently , we will be dancing the SYF dance again , in school . So we were practising that . I did remember most of the steps .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to the mrt to meet Marissa as i was late already . Went to my house to pick up my assessment books . Walked to novena . We had out lunch at Subway , since Marissa didn't eat there this whole year yet . How can she not eat Subway ? Saw one of her cross country members there . We were suppose to go bukit timah , since we had no time , went to Starbucks to study . It was packed inside , so we had to sit outside . Studied maths .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went United Square to take photos :D . It was my idea obviously . Took so many pics . A thousand i guess ? *Laughs* , In The End , Deleted most of it . I don't really have much time to edit it and post , i might post the pics tonight or tomorrow morning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE NOTE THAT MY PHONE IS ALRIGHT NOW , SO THE MESSAGES CAN START COMING IN :D ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-829376251978269692?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/829376251978269692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=829376251978269692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/829376251978269692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/829376251978269692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-june-2009-i-truly-regret-it.html' title='Regreting stuff right now'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1113620681393849544</id><published>2009-06-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:11:45.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its just a matter of a few days ~'/><title type='text'>Opps , i bought her dream phone , would she mind ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjT3CMFPW7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/41lDnUkBdx0/s1600-h/DSC08927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347170274570623922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjT3CMFPW7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/41lDnUkBdx0/s400/DSC08927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;14 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MOMMY !!! , My legs hurt so badly . 3 days straight , i walked for more than 5 hours ? I need massage babes ! ): PLEASE ! I wan , I wan , I wan !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay , anyways . Today ? Church , then Chou chu kang . Went to get my phone . Marissa's dream phone ( T700 ) . =X , But i extremely , extremely , tremendously , very , very , perfectly nice to ask her if she mind first . She said she did not mind since she bought another phone already . Right Marissa ? BTW sorry , really am . The phone did look kinda nice . It looked a little classy . I likeeee (: The phone batter be good , or i will kick those peoples butt !! :D Bought phone accessories , blahh , blahh , blahh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visited my GrandF . I felt really sad seeing him in this state . I truly did . I felt like crying on the spot . He could not even remember me . Its not his fault . I really hope he gets better . Please God . Please . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went off to other shops , and finally bought my cardi (: Mommy really nice to pay for me . ILOVEYOU , Not because to bought me stuff , because you're really great . Trust me , I'm going to save money , to buy a perfect gift for her . She's just so great . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways , I'm pretty much tired right now . I wanna fall into the bed and just sleep forever . I've got dance tomorrow . After that off to study with people . 3 more days for camp . I swear , i going to love it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-1113620681393849544?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1113620681393849544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1113620681393849544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1113620681393849544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1113620681393849544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/opps-i-bought-her-dream-phone-would-she.html' title='Opps , i bought her dream phone , would she mind ?'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjT3CMFPW7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/41lDnUkBdx0/s72-c/DSC08927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-9076194643513899911</id><published>2009-06-13T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:19:28.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIFTY TWO TIMES'/><title type='text'>FIFTY TWO TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjNDntKlzXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1J52uSobdyk/s1600-h/DSC08952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346691532036885874" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjNDntKlzXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1J52uSobdyk/s400/DSC08952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;13 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FIFTY TWO TIMES&lt;/span&gt; , FIFTY TWO TIMES &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, FIFTY TWO TIMES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIFTY TWO TIMES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;called her FIFTY TWO TIMES , and what did i hear ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Starhub is unable to get a response from out customers mobile phone , please try again later .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had to hear that from FIFTY TWO TIMES . Imagine my torture ? I woke up early , as early as 8.15 . I took an extra half and hour , i used my best exfoliater soap. I put on my nice black top , with leggings , and decided to wear my favourite pump shoes . I did my hair properly , applied the perfect amount of compact powder . Used the nicest pair of earrings , and a chanel neckless . I was ready by nine . thirty . I just wanted to make sure she was ready , so i called .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE BIGGEST MISTAKE . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I called the first time , maybe she switched off her phone , the second time , and so on and so forth . My blood was boiling , anger level was rising higher and higher . I was not angry , but i was trying to be . Who would not be angry if someone made an appointment with you , and switched off her phone , and you called her fifty two times ? Maybe you guys would just call 10 times and scold the person or something . But i was not . I WAS NOT ANGRY . Maybe she had an explanation . Mommy was half way scolding her . Forget it , i thought . I'll just change back . And she called me . 3 hours later . She got held up . Its okay (: , I'm not mad at her or something . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So mommy wants to go JB , today ? She want to do my specs , and probably watch a movie or something .we did not hang out for a while . Lets just take this as a mother-daughter outing . Mommy might be changing my phone soon . YAY ! (: , I hope its soon . :D , I LOVE YOU MOMMY , YOU'RE DE BEST ! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-9076194643513899911?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/9076194643513899911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=9076194643513899911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/9076194643513899911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/9076194643513899911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/fifty-two-times.html' title='FIFTY TWO TIMES'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjNDntKlzXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1J52uSobdyk/s72-c/DSC08952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3157313098545440390</id><published>2009-06-12T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:50:19.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lalala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I CANT WAIT ~'/><title type='text'>DARN ! , NO WATER !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjH6fYfsgbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/UzmBBc2eLaM/s1600-h/DSC08961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346329649723769266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjH6fYfsgbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/UzmBBc2eLaM/s400/DSC08961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 and a half more hours , deal with it . Arghhhhhh !!!! No water supply from 9-5 ? This is killing me . I stink ! =X , i had to wake up early to take a shower . I am so freaking thirsty , and there's so little water left . You cant even flush the toilet . Ewwwwww !!!!! I cant take this . Oh Mann !! Now i know how the other people are suffering in other countries . Too bad for them ? =X , nahh ~ just kidding , I'm not that mean . But still i cant take this . How can they cut the water supply . Actually they are doing something to the darn pipes , that's why . Oh Mann !!! , I WANNA BATH ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had to postpone my outing till 6 / 7 because of this water . Suppose to go Tao Payo , to buy stuff . Now have to go later , or i cant bath before going . Stupid people ! ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So i know i have not been posting lately . I guess there's nothing much to post ? Went to meet the rest on sat or Fri ? Cant remember =X , STM ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So did not take any pics . Long story . We did have funn ? I guess ? They are planning another one next week . I don't know if i can make it . I hope i can ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just watched some boring movie . I was bored ? I studied for 3 hours ! , i think ? or was it less than that ? Anyways , off to get some water . You guys cant even imagine what i am going through . Okay , so i am exaggerating . Its not that bad , BUT TO ME IT IS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3157313098545440390?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3157313098545440390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3157313098545440390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3157313098545440390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3157313098545440390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/darn-no-water.html' title='DARN ! , NO WATER !?'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SjH6fYfsgbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/UzmBBc2eLaM/s72-c/DSC08961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1953793226287447026</id><published>2009-06-09T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:29:20.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its just a typical love story ?'/><title type='text'>She ruin my sleep man ! ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Si3lz2WFUJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/TWSOo4cnjWk/s1600-h/DSC08948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345181011682873490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Si3lz2WFUJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/TWSOo4cnjWk/s400/DSC08948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;09 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm starting this post with , ARGHHHH !!!! . You know why ? All Samantha's fault ! . She called me at 12 in the midnight , just to tell me that my blog is privated ?! She woke me up when i was in a deep sleeping , dreaming of potato chips . *Laughs* . So this is what happen .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Sleeping / dreaming of potato chips .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;******Phone rings******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : Hello ?!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Samantha : Eyy !! , why you private your blog ah , i . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rachel : *Snores*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry , i was too tired . In The End she just put down the phone , i think ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oops , i owe her big time man ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So i actually privated my blog for no reason , and forgot to UN-private ( is there such a word ? ) my blog after that . Boredom ! , Boredom ! , Boredom ! . Called Jane , and asked her about yesterday's outing . Heard it was super fun . Too Bad , i missed it ! ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so not having fun during this darn holidays . Mommy suppose to go JB on Thursday , but she cancelled it , Shes going out today with sister . Should i follow ? or ask someone to go out with me ? Got a call now ! Farewell readers . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[ edited ]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay , so i cant bear this freaking noise outside . How many times you people wan to be construction . My ear drums going to burst already . You expect me to blast my music out loud . Oh thanks goodness , you stopped . Peace and quite right now . Arghh !! , started again . Kill me ? Stupid people ! Even though its so loud , i can still hear my stomach making noises . I've not fed it lunch yet , and I'm not planning too . Stupid noise . I'm gonna take a short nap now . you better not wake me up , or i might bite !!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okays , so this is the third time editing this post . I'm just gonna continue form here , lazy to write edited . so i am just pretty much slacking , and watching TV with a cookie jar in my other hand . This chocolate cookies are just so perfect . Its so soft and moist , and the chocolates just melting in my mouth . Wan some ? NO ! , You cant get it . Its all mine ! Blaahh ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomorrow the other guys wanted to meet , since we have not met for a long time . Should i go ? Its sounds boring ? Hope none of them is reading this =X =X . Anyways , since we will be going near keewei's house , i MIGHT , might only , might only , might only pass her the tee . See if i going first . Anyways , i just go watch more TV and eat more cookies. toddles ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-1953793226287447026?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1953793226287447026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1953793226287447026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1953793226287447026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1953793226287447026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-ruin-my-sleep-man.html' title='She ruin my sleep man ! ):'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Si3lz2WFUJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/TWSOo4cnjWk/s72-c/DSC08948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-7303497935216160558</id><published>2009-06-08T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:39:10.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS : I LOVE YOU'/><title type='text'>That dress is mine ! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiyHcy-X71I/AAAAAAAAA0A/RaGumWJE3U0/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344795786571411282" style="WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 419px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiyHcy-X71I/AAAAAAAAA0A/RaGumWJE3U0/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;8 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me not posting for a day , seemed like a week to me . Seriously ! Sat was boring for the first half of the day . Sucked ? After that went novena with sister . She rushed me so much , all i could wear was a top and a skirt ? headed for cotton on , as she said there was a sale ! (: I bought a top after much consideration &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;D . A black top . That was the only colour left . It was not my fault , was it ? Anyways , walked around novena for like 2 hours ? Had my dinner at Long Johns . That lady was pathetic . The food she gave looked like it was half eaten . And she still smiled and me and said thanks for coming when i was leaving the place . Forget it , i was full anyway . Took a train to Dhoby Ghat , and headed to PS . Walked around . We walked around the whole shopping center , and i saw this really cool dress and Dorothy Perkins . I'm getting it , like its $52 . Its expensive for a dress . But i don't care , I'm getting it ! (: They are having sales at Charles and Keith too . Plus Great Singapore sale is coming , so that's means , its enough of saving , and more of shopping . After seeing almost all the shops , we headed home . I was tired , really tired . So i just dropped into bed and off to dream world (: Yesterday ? Church , and off to Grandma's . Today is pathetic ! I WANNA GO OUT TODAY , WITH THEM !! ): , but i cant . Not today ): This is just my luck ? Mommy is pretty much nagging at me , and asking me what i am gonna study today . She is so pissing me off , so i pretty much shouted at her ? Okay , i would not really say shout . But whatever it is , its annoying . Anyways , off to study before she calls me and nags . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-7303497935216160558?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/7303497935216160558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=7303497935216160558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7303497935216160558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/7303497935216160558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-dress-is-mine.html' title='That dress is mine ! (:'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiyHcy-X71I/AAAAAAAAA0A/RaGumWJE3U0/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5813053901471961926</id><published>2009-06-06T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:28:14.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolli sticks ! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Singy-KymfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/WoxUZa89YdY/s1600-h/DSC08957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344049599138142706" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Singy-KymfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/WoxUZa89YdY/s400/DSC08957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;06 June 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess , i am gonna get a tooth ache tomorrow . This is my 10Th lollipop I'm sucking on . I'm keeping my mouth really sweet for no reason . Maybe there is ... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways , currently at home , all of them are out leaving me alone ): Older sister is out , since last night , sister's at tuition , mommy went out ? Mommy actually asked me to follow her , but she asked me so late that i had no mood . So i am regretting it right now , i could have bought new clothes if i had gone with her ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mommy suddenly brought up the idea of out DownTownEast . I was like , Anything ? &lt;b&gt;Maybe&lt;/b&gt; we might be going next week with sisters ? See first , or i might just go out with someone . I gotta save first . That's a must !! I hate Saturdays , Saturdays just &lt;b&gt;don't &lt;/b&gt;rule my life ! Saturday means mommy has no work , its means more housework , its also means more studying . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been thinking , should i go out next week ? Gotta check with some people first . Maybe i might ? , i tired of staying at home and rotting and studying all day long . Wells , I'm off to get my 11Th lollipop , farewell readers (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5813053901471961926?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5813053901471961926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5813053901471961926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5813053901471961926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5813053901471961926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/06-june-2009-i-guess-i-am-gonna-get.html' title='Lolli sticks ! (:'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Singy-KymfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/WoxUZa89YdY/s72-c/DSC08957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-9019508017547906118</id><published>2009-06-04T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:53:47.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Without your wings i feel so small'/><title type='text'>I guess i'm a bad sister myself !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SieyuRnIizI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0p0TPdrZD4o/s1600-h/DSC08515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343435990969649970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SieyuRnIizI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0p0TPdrZD4o/s400/DSC08515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its gonna be a short post readers !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am such a bad sister ! Sister actually asked me to follow her to buy food , as she is sick , and i said No . Whats more rude ? I actually slammed down the phone . I've been lazy these few days , there's probably a pig in me that makes me so lazy . Plus i have been really tired lately . Amazingly mother slept early yesterday , so i had to talk pretty softly or she might hear . She kept waking up to check on me , and i had to pretend to sleep . I think she found out , coz today when i said i would wake up later , she said talk to much until so tired is it . I kinda pretended not hear . *Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boredom is kinda taking control over me right now . Arghh ! Mommy's out , so its just me and sister . Like i said , its gonna be short so toddles ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[[ Edited ]]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In The End , followed my sister . She was almost begging me . So i agreed . Okay , so we actually went to [ seven eleven ] , to buy mash potato . Wth ? He pressed the button twice , and the cup was flowing out with potato and gravy , its so gross ? They actually had a camera but i don't think they saw , coz they did not charge us extra . She made me walk up and down , just to buy cup noodles ? Totally wasted my time . Came home ? Fought with my other sister , big fight , more like dog and cat fight . *Laughs* , it was bad , we ended up with bruises and scratches . I guess that's it ? Farewell readers (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-9019508017547906118?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/9019508017547906118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=9019508017547906118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/9019508017547906118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/9019508017547906118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-im-bad-sister-myself.html' title='I guess i&apos;m a bad sister myself !'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SieyuRnIizI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0p0TPdrZD4o/s72-c/DSC08515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8840055675207988507</id><published>2009-06-03T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:17:24.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why are we strangers when Our love is strong ?'/><title type='text'>Pure evil ! ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiXrnUt45rI/AAAAAAAAAzI/x_S1MSA8NeY/s1600-h/DSC08523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342935593753568946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiXrnUt45rI/AAAAAAAAAzI/x_S1MSA8NeY/s400/DSC08523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;3 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was alone , alone with little children running and laughing about in the small beautified garden , The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;garden&lt;/span&gt; was planted with every plant you could name of . The big&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bungalow&lt;/span&gt; was just beautiful and amazing , 10 rooms , beautified with purple walls, a white bed , a purple drawer purple mats , everything with people . I was smiling , smiling with joy and appreciation . I had never been no glad in my life , the doorbell rang , a guy , that same guy which i had in my several dreams , i smiled , i could finally see his face . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; !!!! , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!! , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!! . That stupid construction worker stopped my dream and made me wake up , before i could see that face . Pure evil ! You gotta pay for that construction worker . Even though i dunno who you are . I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; sue you and bring you to court . I was so close to seeing that face which i had in my several dreams , but thanks to that stupid construction workers . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arghhh&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So , indeed i woke up late today , 10.30 ? Actually 10.00 , but i was talking to someone for half and hour . So i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really have much to write , except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still pretty mad at that construction worker . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Studying&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what i would be doing , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; actually amazed . I actually fined 3/4 of my holiday homework , i would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;normally&lt;/span&gt; do it last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; ? Lets just say that my holidays are boring ? I'll be going out soon , i guess ? I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done here ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cya&lt;/span&gt; , fellow readers (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; guess i am ready to start all over again (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better now then never ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8840055675207988507?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8840055675207988507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8840055675207988507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8840055675207988507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8840055675207988507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/pure-evil.html' title='Pure evil ! ):'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiXrnUt45rI/AAAAAAAAAzI/x_S1MSA8NeY/s72-c/DSC08523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1991969922298378259</id><published>2009-06-02T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:32:54.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make my heart skip another beat for you (:'/><title type='text'>This post is published because of boredom . Discontinue reading if you want to :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiSG7ox7_EI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PEAUYk5k77Q/s1600-h/DSC04510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342543417085525058" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiSG7ox7_EI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PEAUYk5k77Q/s400/DSC04510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;02 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okays , so i don't even know why i am posting . I don't really have much to post . I'm sure she read it , but she did not say anything , okay , so look , I'm not going to tell you what you used to do . Just go figure t out yourself . Think really hard , then you find out what you're missing . Good Luck ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So i am mixed with different types of emotions right now . &lt;strong&gt;Annoyed &lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; , sad and a little agitated . I'm feeling other feelings too , but i am not going to write it down , coz i don't think it exist . *Laughs* . Pure craziness . Awww ! , i gotta go study later . Maybe i might go slacking later , with friends . I hope they are free . No ! , They better be free . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so bored , if only there were stars now , i would be counting them , Its beautiful :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okays , i don't wanna think about it anymore , my minds recalling memories . Oh wells i guess i gotta go ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PS : Eyy !! Bastard , i changed the colour of my font already (: , don't worry you're not loved :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nahhhs , just kidding . Take care bastard (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[[Just edited ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ask yourself one thing first ? Are we okay yet ? I don't think we are ? , coz if we are you would not tag you such a thing ? Nothings the same , everything changed . It really did . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;[[ Edited Again ? ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm jealous , so jealous of her . I know I'm being very self-centered , i am thinking only about myself , but i am really so jealous of her . You're like so nice to her , but its not the same to me , i cant possibly have feelings for you , its impossible , i mean you're a . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I don't like you , do i ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-1991969922298378259?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1991969922298378259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1991969922298378259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1991969922298378259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1991969922298378259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-post-is-published-because-of-bored.html' title='This post is published because of boredom . Discontinue reading if you want to :D'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiSG7ox7_EI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PEAUYk5k77Q/s72-c/DSC04510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5245597356262572126</id><published>2009-06-01T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:24:36.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and thats how it all started (:'/><title type='text'>Is not the same is it ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiNlhiX1-BI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OUn0W3ZhAMw/s1600-h/DSC04529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342225209828440082" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiNlhiX1-BI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OUn0W3ZhAMw/s400/DSC04529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I feel so bitchy today . She &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"claims"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everything is the same . But its not . I know its not . She used to do something almost everyday , but she did not do it for the last whole week / last whole month ? I don't know since when , i don't care anymore , but i care so much . So much more then you do . Right now , I'm missing my other part . Am i ? I feel like I'm having too minds which are thinking two different things on the same situation . I'm just tired of this . Arghhh ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Forget it , i don't think its gonna be the same , even though you said it was . You lied to me ? Maybe you said that because you wanted me to cheer up , but whatever . Coz i don't care , and i care so much . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday was hilarious . I know i told you everything that happened yesterday , but i forgot to say the most funniest part . In the library , there was guy , probably in is late twenties , or early thirties . His butt was sticking out as he was lying down and reading the book . You gotta imagine it , then it would much funny . It is really funny . What does that guy think ? His butt sexy is it ? Wan to see whose butt sexier ? Or maybe he trying to attract old unties , the cleaner ? *Laughs* , Are there even cleaners walking around the book shelves ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay , i am still laughing over this lame joke . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm alone right now , I have been alone in the house these few days . Sister having O's (mother tongue) . She better do well and go to a good poly or i am kick her butt . Maybe i can see if her butt sexier then the guys one . *Laughs* . So i actually &lt;strong&gt;studied &lt;/strong&gt;just now , Not really studied more like doing assessment books . Its still studying right ? And i still have not finished yet , and I'm using the com ? Oh well , I'll just do it later (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5245597356262572126?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5245597356262572126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5245597356262572126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5245597356262572126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5245597356262572126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-not-same-is-it.html' title='Is not the same is it ?'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiNlhiX1-BI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OUn0W3ZhAMw/s72-c/DSC04529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-1297794921808547679</id><published>2009-05-31T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:28:33.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It still does not seem the same'/><title type='text'>Massage my legs please !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiJpZX6b52I/AAAAAAAAAyw/FUn2u4NLkMo/s1600-h/DSC04483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341947992651589474" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiJpZX6b52I/AAAAAAAAAyw/FUn2u4NLkMo/s400/DSC04483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31 May 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I need a massage babes !! ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My legs are aching after continuous walking in the freaking super duper hot sun . It was like i was walking on fire people ? I guess the sun hates me , and wants to burn me alive . Okay so i am being lame right now . But that's me people , so deal with it . Had lunch at little India since my mothers friend wanted to eat curry . WALKED to bugis from little India . It seemed so short , but so long . Plus walking in the hot sun . That's the worse . Give me break man ! Went to the library to borrow books . Mommy wanted me to read during the holidays to improve my English . When she told me she was gonna get books for me , i thought she meant buying new books , but she meant borrowing them . Borrowed 2 boring books i guess ? I could not find the one i wanted probably coz its a new stock . After that when to Han's to dessert . It was just splendid , i could have eaten the whole shop . *laughs* , Nahhs ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just kidding . Then mommy decided to buy me assessment books to do during the holidays . Well i guess gotta do that . I still have to study you know ? I seriously have to do well . Gosh ! my wallet's still empty . Okay so i better go message my legs , its aching , maybe i might ask sister . She might help me , i hope ? Gotta run people ! Cyas ! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-1297794921808547679?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/1297794921808547679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=1297794921808547679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1297794921808547679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/1297794921808547679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/massage-my-legs-please.html' title='Massage my legs please !'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiJpZX6b52I/AAAAAAAAAyw/FUn2u4NLkMo/s72-c/DSC04483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-4725167247286420700</id><published>2009-05-30T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:30:11.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money ?'/><title type='text'>I need cash !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiDA1UMjM3I/AAAAAAAAAyo/sYMKXnuXDFw/s1600-h/DSC04518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341481180248355698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiDA1UMjM3I/AAAAAAAAAyo/sYMKXnuXDFw/s400/DSC04518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm so full of boredom right now . 2 people asked me out and i cant go . Broke ! Wah then another guy ask me to go out with him , when i don't even know him . All i know is that he is 24 years old , and he acts like a immature child =X =X . i don't even know his name , plus he is so old to me =X  Really what ? 24 to me is old . He so annoying . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Forget him  , waste my energy on him . Mommy left me alone at home :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So she did not even care about my results . I mean she never nag , wait , she did , about my lit . Well not really nag but just told me to do something about it . Mommy seems nicer to me these days . I 'm really glad about it (: If only she was like that forever , i swear i will be the happiest daughter in the world . I'm starting to get computer-sick . I've been using it for so long , no wonder I've got bad eye side . There's nothing else to do is there ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just finished updating my songs to new ones . I'm getting bored with the old ones. Well i guess I've got nothing else to write , so toddles ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-4725167247286420700?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/4725167247286420700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=4725167247286420700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4725167247286420700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/4725167247286420700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-cash.html' title='I need cash !'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SiDA1UMjM3I/AAAAAAAAAyo/sYMKXnuXDFw/s72-c/DSC04518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-5794841100455681738</id><published>2009-05-29T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:56:42.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plaza Singapura ! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_LFgbuZbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/leNYkGqS3Ps/s1600-h/DSC08908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210978550703538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_LFgbuZbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/leNYkGqS3Ps/s400/DSC08908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K6X4wS_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/RYsDi4sHVXw/s1600-h/DSC08907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210787277982706" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K6X4wS_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/RYsDi4sHVXw/s400/DSC08907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K6BbVNeI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/2VfEVOI8VEQ/s1600-h/DSC08905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210781248992738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K6BbVNeI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/2VfEVOI8VEQ/s400/DSC08905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K52GA6HI/AAAAAAAAAyI/_1lmgG7dO3w/s1600-h/DSC08904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210778206791794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K52GA6HI/AAAAAAAAAyI/_1lmgG7dO3w/s400/DSC08904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K5kZ9ViI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lyP8Ojoq0UE/s1600-h/DSC08900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210773458605602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K5kZ9ViI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lyP8Ojoq0UE/s400/DSC08900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K5ROW6bI/AAAAAAAAAx4/iHILJMA_ikU/s1600-h/DSC04645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210768309676466" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_K5ROW6bI/AAAAAAAAAx4/iHILJMA_ikU/s400/DSC04645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;29 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Report Book Collection Day was a total waste of my precious time . Met keewei at 10.30 . Reached school at 10.45 , and we had to wait for an hour to get our report cards . Teacher made us wait until everyone was done , Even though they came later then us . That's totally not fair . Better not do that next time , Later i burn your pants then you know . I did improve i guess . I failed 2 , Lit and mother tongue . I failed 4 for my common test . So i was suppose to go out with my sister , but i think i took so long , that she left without me , so i went out with keewei and Marissa to Plaza Singapura . Booked ticket to watch " Night at  the museum 2 " . People said the show was nice so we decided to watch . 3 Reasons why that show did not rock my socks :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) The show was not even funny  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) The people at the back laughed at every part of the show when it was not even funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) I did not understand a thing . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So i would advise you people not to watch the show . I am so broke after going out today . I owe people cash man ! If i knew i was going out i would have brought , but i did not know . It was all a last minute thing . So after that shopped around , took photos , and home sweet home (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-5794841100455681738?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/5794841100455681738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=5794841100455681738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5794841100455681738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/5794841100455681738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/plaza-singapura.html' title='Plaza Singapura ! (:'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh_LFgbuZbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/leNYkGqS3Ps/s72-c/DSC08908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-3188160440854559431</id><published>2009-05-28T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:04:32.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna finish this book of my life with a happy ending'/><title type='text'>I'm lost in this lonely path , and i need someone to help me . Will it be you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh5Fi2N_rBI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kcFDZ2UNuHA/s1600-h/DSC08892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340782673080069138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh5Fi2N_rBI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kcFDZ2UNuHA/s400/DSC08892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;28 May 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Every things happening so fast , and I'm not able to catch up . Whatever i said about you yesterday in my post , was true . But somehow i felt that i need not pity you today . I thought everything was okay , everything was back to normal , we could have started from where we stopped . But No ! , i was wrong . I said hi in the morning , but you totally ignored me . I felt like i did not exist . Was i a stranger to you ? I'm just so confused . We did not talk during recess , except when you asked me if i wanted the sweet . After that everything was silent . We did not open our mouths to each other . We acted as though we were mute . Even when we were alone together during recess , you did not talk . Both of us were so emo . I thought you would ask me , why are you so emo ? or , You don't wanna buy food first ? , but NO , you did not ask me anything . I did not want to always start the conversation . Couldn't you have started it first , for once ? I just missed how you cared for me , i know you really did . But now ? its different , every things different , we've changed . wasn't i your baby anymore ? Did your feelings towards me changed after everything has happened . I know you cant change yet , coz i have not told you your fault . But I'm scared , so scared . I'm so afraid to tell you what happened . I feel so useless . Every things going the wrong way . What if you get me wrong after i told you your fault ? , what t if you misunderstand me ? I have so any questions in my time , and so little time . I wanna continue from where we left on . Can we ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-3188160440854559431?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/3188160440854559431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=3188160440854559431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3188160440854559431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/3188160440854559431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-lost-in-this-lonely-path-and-i-need.html' title='I&apos;m lost in this lonely path , and i need someone to help me . Will it be you ?'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sh5Fi2N_rBI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kcFDZ2UNuHA/s72-c/DSC08892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-2360332796550065594</id><published>2009-05-27T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:30:09.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just gotta somehow persuade myself that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifes not a fairytale with happy endings'/><title type='text'>If only i could change everything that happened .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/ShzrbEF0KvI/AAAAAAAAAxg/SzJ3JERuuAM/s1600-h/DSC08847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340402108341693170" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/ShzrbEF0KvI/AAAAAAAAAxg/SzJ3JERuuAM/s400/DSC08847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Shzra5b6dFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Zp_pSIPE8Jg/s1600-h/DSC08825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340402105481589842" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Shzra5b6dFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Zp_pSIPE8Jg/s400/DSC08825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/ShzragNwnPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Ixo71h4iOk4/s1600-h/DSC04589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340402098711338226" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/ShzragNwnPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Ixo71h4iOk4/s400/DSC04589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;27 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was pretty lame today , *laughs* , but that's me , so if you don't like it , then too bad . So i was pretty much bullying Marissa , to be exact , me and SEE MUN . So i was not the only wan . *giggles * . I expected bowling to suck . But i did not know that it would turn out so nice and fun . It was pretty much fun until . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The scariest thing happened . I accidentally hit see mun with the bowling ball . It was an ACCIDENT . I really did not mean to . Plus she was behind me , when she is not suppose to . She wanted to beat my butt . But instead i hit her with the bowling ball by accident . Omg ! I felt so bad . So followed her to the toilet , and she starting crying , "so called" cry , i think ? Helped her clean up and stuff , and back to bowling . I just loved the air-con , the cold breeze just blowing through my face , its simply just want i want (: anyways , after that , back to school , then had to help teacher with some work . Slacked a while and home sweet home , I am so lazy to read any ones blog right now , maybe i might read it tonight , or tomorrow ? Take care my fellow readers (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PICTURES WILL BE UPLOADED SHORTLY , LATEST TONIGHT ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I felt mean ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Real mean . But somehow i managed to think , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;think thoroughly . I'm not jealous , but i think what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you are doing just sucks . I did not know i had to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;everything so fast , i said everything , without even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;thinking , Yes ! , I'm so selfish to actually say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;that too you , even though you helped me a lot ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Some people envy me saying I'm a good friend ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but , right now at this moment , i think i am the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;worst friend . I feel awful . Life's not a fairy-tale ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;it does not have happy endings , why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i wanna have a happy ending to this story , but no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;, its not . Fairy tales just seem so happy at the end , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and right now , i want to be in a fairytale badly , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i just want to . Maybe you're not that bitch , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe i am one ! And you cant change that fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-2360332796550065594?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/2360332796550065594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=2360332796550065594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2360332796550065594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/2360332796550065594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-only-i-could-change-everything-that.html' title='If only i could change everything that happened .'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/ShzrbEF0KvI/AAAAAAAAAxg/SzJ3JERuuAM/s72-c/DSC08847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413032771680761272.post-8075800968582412679</id><published>2009-05-26T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:09:50.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchy life .'/><title type='text'>Perfection ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sht4804T4cI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9I15XvSDtv8/s1600-h/DSC04482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339994769560166850" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sht4804T4cI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9I15XvSDtv8/s400/DSC04482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;26 May 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why do i have to tell you everything so fast , as though someones gonna die ? Why cant you just give me some space , i need time to sort things out . I need lots of time . I know , lying doesn't help anything , but still i did lie . I did not have much time , so i just had to . Maybe I'm the course of everything . Maybe i should not have been with &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; that day . Then none of this would happen . I would not be in this mess . I took things for granted . I assumed that you would not find out . Things are not getting any easier . It fact , it feels like its getting worse . Time heals wounds . But once in a lifetime , just that once , &lt;em&gt;there no second chance . &lt;/em&gt;I've used that chance , and i don't think i will receive another one . I'm just so sorry for disappointing you . You may say you're not angry , but i think you are . You treated me like you're own , but why , just why do i feel like i hate you at times . Is it me , or you ? Somethings wrong , and i don't have much time to figure these things out because every time i clear a problem another pops out . I've made a mistake , and I'm longing for a second chance . Tears are dripping , but I'm not gonna pity myself once again . I'm just assuming that these are just crocodile tears . Every ones facing so much of difficulties right now . Even i am . Time changes , and so do people , but that doesn't mean that i should too . Does it ? Maybe i should not have judged you , because no one is perfect , but sometimes , just sometimes i wished you tried to be .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413032771680761272-8075800968582412679?l=hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/feeds/8075800968582412679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3413032771680761272&amp;postID=8075800968582412679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8075800968582412679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413032771680761272/posts/default/8075800968582412679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersweetest-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/26-may-2009-why-do-i-have-to-tell-you.html' title='Perfection ?'/><author><name>[[ Rachel ]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503671930511916755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/SinZ6rD2IgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3AjiFru247Q/S220/DSC08515.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NRb3TGh9vI/Sht4804T4cI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9I15XvSDtv8/s72-c/DSC04482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
