<?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-3704004464921023688</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:28:16.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Burnt Your Ass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-7283279862777011121</id><published>2008-01-18T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:33:07.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get Busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Quiz, gone. I even circled the questions I don't know. Hopefully, Mr Yon understands why I circled them. He is going to speak to me on Monday about Math. I'm going to pour it out, I hate Math and I swear, I will never like it. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a private blog, and it is super ugly. I'm going to blog once I'm done with this. Training tomorrow, it won't be tough, right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-7283279862777011121?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7283279862777011121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7283279862777011121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-2080101648969711861</id><published>2008-01-16T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:18:02.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Don't Have To Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello there, lovebirds from my toilet bowl. I'm going to start ranting because I'm not in the mood to groove. Not to groove, I just find that it rhymes. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss you, and I wish you were here. Your smile is the reason I look forward to school everyday. It lightens up the things around me, and to see you everyday is a blessing. And, its even better to speak to you. Looking straight into your eyes makes me feel weak, and its crazier when I see you looking back at me. Moments like this makes me want to stop time, badly. Can't you see my soul screaming crazily for joy? I need you like the ocean needs the tide. So, please hit me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I'm shifting. Maybe, I will go back to Wordpress &amp;amp; keep everything locked. I guess this blog is being too exposed. Yeah. Take it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-2080101648969711861?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2080101648969711861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2080101648969711861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-dont-have-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-4445415874608372774</id><published>2008-01-14T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T05:05:14.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Beautiful Disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was postponed due to rain. Damn, I was about to step into court! Idiot. I don't know if the match will be restarted, but we were in the lead. Tomorrow is another day. Good luck, both weather and game. :) Yeah, thank you Jolene &amp;amp; Esther for the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting &amp;amp; I'm loving. My feelings towards you are invisible. I wish you knew, but I don't want to hear those words from you. Those words which kills &amp;amp; leaves you speechless. So, I'm caught in the middle, to tell or not to tell. Nah, I don't think I want to know the truth. I'm afraid, and I know I won't be able to take it. Alright, random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can stand under my umbrella. (Ella eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt; eh eh)&lt;/em&gt; I'm digging this song, again. It is nice, but it sounds better when it is raining. It fits the atmosphere, you see. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;You can stand under my umbrella. (Ella eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt; eh eh)&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing, and I'm serious. But, I don't know who I should change to. I will find out soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-4445415874608372774?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/4445415874608372774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/4445415874608372774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/beautiful-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-5137492654401318567</id><published>2008-01-13T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:55:50.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Can Stand Under My Umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I dreamt of you again. But this time, I dreamt that you passed me a letter and it wrote, &lt;em&gt;quite a few things&lt;/em&gt;. I hesitated upon seeing the letter because my heart is with someone else. I could'nt trust myself nor could I trust you. Bah, I won't disclose anything more because it is personal. Why do I keep dreaming of you? I have gotten over you, I have moved on, I have found someone else and I'm sure you have done the same thing too. So, why does your face keeps hunting me? It is over, said &amp;amp; done. &lt;em&gt;Go, goes &amp;amp; gone.&lt;/em&gt; What is the fuss about? It is just a dream. The one I like is in reality! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &amp;amp; I could be like Halibush and Tinybush, everything would be perfect. So loving, sweet and innocent. I can't let you know that I'm having feelings for you because if I confess, I'm sure it will tear me down. &amp;amp; I guess the time ain't right yet. No matter how long or hard this is, I will wait for you. I can't find someone better than you. :) It is going to rain, and I think this is going to be a heavy one. So take care, boy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Compass Point later. It seems like my favourite place, memories, I guess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-5137492654401318567?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5137492654401318567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5137492654401318567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-8434291240512177114</id><published>2008-01-12T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:30:34.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's Switch Roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I need a better introduction. Hello, I'm an angel. You have to believe me, don't I look like an angel? &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt; Oh, really? Thank you. Rachel, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love, big time. I won't say that I have never felt this way before, I would say that loving you is so easy. Everything you do or say to me brings me out of this world, and it drives me insane. Did'nt thought you would be the one, did'nt thought I would love you this much, did'nt thought you would be the one I dream about at night and I did'nt thought I would want to see you so much everyday. I will wait for you because you are worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my room, but it does'nt look neater or different. Maybe its because I cleaned it like, 2 weeks ago? Yeah. My whole family is doing spring cleaning while I'm using the computer. I don't like cleaning the house because I will only make it worse. Seriously. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I'm afraid! Damn. I wish Northzones was next month, so I have more time to train. Defenders, I won't let you down even though I'm shaking like mad now. Hahahaha. Kidding. I will play my hardest for them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of buying a MP4 player. I will talk to my dad later about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-8434291240512177114?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/8434291240512177114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/8434291240512177114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-switch-roles.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-2098699183443778878</id><published>2008-01-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:22:43.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/loleasdcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! It is Friday, and I can't believe it. I can't believe that I will be sleeping in tomorrow. I need a good sleep, I have been rather tired these few days. &lt;em&gt;Mentally, physically, I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of an elephant is on my shoulders. I don't know if I can do it, I don't know. I'm having doubts. I can't seem to trust myself, I really can't. I want this, and I have gotten it. I'm glad. More pressure is added, I have to do well. I have &amp;amp; must. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I will be bored for as long as I keep sticking on this chair. I think I will be heading to Compass Point later. Yeah, I think I will bake some cookies or chiffon cake. I'm going to bake cookies for 1E2 and the netballers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to come to a conclusion. Halibush is a gay. Please come and ask me personally if you want to know why I said that. It is disgusting, but I still love him. Halibush! Turn straight! Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/thicon78.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/thicon2.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/7472.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: These are for you, I wonder if you feel the same way too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-2098699183443778878?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2098699183443778878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2098699183443778878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-it-is-friday-and-i-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-3912698891378285716</id><published>2008-01-10T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:07:51.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It Just Started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training, and I think I did badly. But it does'nt matter because I still have another chance on Monday, and its our first game of the season. We are playing against Sembawang Secondary School. Time flies! &lt;em&gt;Move on, move on &amp;amp; do better another day.&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise is a promise, it is'nt meant to be broken. And I promise you, I would wait for you. I can't find another one like you because, I guess there ain't no reason. Never thought I could find another one. I'm glad! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence, I think I'm starting to fall for this band. Amy Lee, the lead singer, sings with her soul &amp;amp; heart. Her songs are real, and her songs are written through her life experiences. Because of her music, I realized that human beings are not as beautiful as they seem. So complicated, you &amp;amp; I will never slove this puzzle. I hold no grudges against Britney Spears, in fact, I feel sorry for her. She did'nt want it this way, no one would give her a chance. I'm glad she is making a come back. :) Beyonce is the female role model of my life, followed by Trya Banks and Caridee English. They were the ones who made me so strong, I love them, all my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, speaking to you, I speak to an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling you near, I feel close to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what is better than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-3912698891378285716?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/3912698891378285716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/3912698891378285716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-just-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-5494523428691360080</id><published>2008-01-09T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:12:08.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All That Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halibush &amp;amp; Tiny are loving, although they are both male. Tinybush would help to gather the food, and Halibush will hide them. Tinybush would help Halibush stratch his back while Halibush will allow Tinybush to sleep on top of him. Halibush tends to leave a small space beside him for Tinybush to sleep, I know he did that on purpose! I think they love each other's companion. I hope they are'nt gays. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it into the team! I'm elated, but I have no one to share this good news with. This is left with one solution, I will share it with Halibush and Tinybush! Yeah, I'm sure that they will be happy for me. And, I will share it with another &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt;. :P I'm sad for those who did'nt make it but I promise that I won't take this for granted, and I will do my best. No matter what happens, I will always be here for you, girls To cry, to lean on, we are all the same. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I talked online to Wei Bin about 1 hour ago. Finally, that pig, he got my email address right! First, he spelt braces wrongly. Second, he spelt my name wrongly and luckily, there is no third! If not, I will slaugter him. I'm evil, trust me. &gt;:) I don't know why I'm blogging about this. Thomas &amp;amp; a few others have added me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did'nt go for the wedding because I was tired. The chance of wearing a dress, gone like that. Hahahahaha. I think that my brother looked good in the outfit he wore. I will show you how he looked like in the next entry. Okay, I hate to admit it, my brother is somehow handsome. Yeah, my nose is growing longer, I lied! Hahahahaha. Kidding. Handsome brother means pretty sister. Don't say a word, don't deny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its late! Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You don't know what you can do to me. So hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-5494523428691360080?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5494523428691360080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704004464921023688&amp;postID=5494523428691360080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5494523428691360080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5494523428691360080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-that-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-7219329859339568135</id><published>2008-01-08T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T06:43:58.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can They Handle Mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, there will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; going on, I think. Announcement of main players! It is the biggest headache, right now. Tomorrow, it might be my biggest nightmare, and it might also be a dream come true. I need this, and I want this, badly. I have waited so long for this moment, I hope it won't slip through my fingers. I love you, Netball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I'm not having a crush on you because it might be the biggest mistake in my life. I will get hurt again, I know I will. Being with you, I feel so close to heaven. It feels right, I even dream of holding your hands and telling you, I love you. It is crazy, you are driving me insane. You're someone who brings me out of this world. You're worth loving, you're worth liking and you worth so much. But you will never see me because I'm liking you from afar, and so it is, from afar it will be. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;is'nt&lt;/span&gt; hard liking you because you have taken away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of my pain, and brought happiness. We'll always be friends, &amp;amp; I will never tell you I like you. Thank you, my friend. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour is getting married tomorrow, and I'm going for the wedding. But I will attend training, that is for sure. I saw my neighbour's wedding dresses and yeah, its pretty. I wonder if there will be any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hotties&lt;/span&gt; at the wedding, if there are, then it will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bonus&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a look out for a new song for my blog. I'm no longer feeling this song! I'm going to change it, soon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I don't like her, I don't like him, I don't like them because I only like &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Hey, the "I don't like" part is true. Screw them all. Lastly, the "I like you" part is more than true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-7219329859339568135?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7219329859339568135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7219329859339568135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-they-handle-mine-tomorrow-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-6807823170957395123</id><published>2008-01-07T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:42:07.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let Me Go &amp;amp; Just Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being bisexual is not a bad thing, I think. Being able to like both genders is a tough job because everyone turns you on and you have so many choices . I want to be a bisexual too! Its going to be hectic, I'm telling you. But of course, I would'nt because I can't imagine myself kissing another girl. My father is going to slaughter me, my brother will choke me to death and my mother is going to kick me out of the house. I doubt they would too because they told me that their love for me has no boundaries &amp;amp; they would accept me for who I am. Whether I'm stupid, a lesbian or a butch. I love my family, baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spoke to him, and it felt good, as though I went into his world.&lt;/em&gt; Well, if letting you go could bring me joy, I rather do so. It will only sting for a time being. After speaking to my brother, I realized that I had'nt been thinking out of the box. Yeah, I have been naive all along. I have decided to move on with life, and find someone else. Maybe, I have found &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Just that, there are'nt sparks yet. :) I'm strong, and I will be for as long as pigs keep flying. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had training today! I shall not elaborate further because I'm tired. Just that, the results of main 12 is coming out soon. Netball is all I have, and I don't want to lose it. I need this badly! Without it, my life would'nt be the same. I'm going to fight all the way. For Dad, Boohui (You know why!), myself and my passion. I won't give up, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm sleeping, and I'm going to dream of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. I can't wait to see &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; in school tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-6807823170957395123?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6807823170957395123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6807823170957395123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-me-go-just-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-4526421172955380898</id><published>2008-01-06T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T04:18:26.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It Is Incomparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;that something wasnt right here?&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby, I shouldnt have let you go.&lt;br /&gt;And now you are out of sight, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Show me how you want it to be,&lt;br /&gt;tell me baby cause I need to know now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loneliness is killin me,&lt;br /&gt;I must confess I still believe.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not with you, I lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign, hit me baby one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby, the reason I breathe is you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you have got me blinded.&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, there is nothining that I would'nt do.&lt;br /&gt;That is not the way I planned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me how you want it to be,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby cause I need to know now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know?&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, I should'nt have let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;is killing me now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I still believe&lt;br /&gt;That you will be here?&lt;br /&gt;And give me a sign, hit me baby one more time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another song that I can relate to. Music is my best friend, I don't think I can live without it. &lt;strike&gt;Remember the something that I wrote? I showed Tingting, and she said I should give it to &lt;em&gt;Stranger&lt;/em&gt;. I don't even have the courage to post it here, don't even think of showing it to &lt;em&gt;Stranger&lt;/em&gt;. Then again, I hate &lt;em&gt;Stranger&lt;/em&gt; but I love &lt;em&gt;Stranger&lt;/em&gt;. Hate that I love you? Most likely.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halibush does'nt want to close his eyes to sleep. He's laying in a corner of the cage, while Tinybush is at another corner, fast asleep. I guess Halibush is tired from all the climbing, running and of course, playing with Tinybush. They kept playing with one another, and it kind of make me smile. And guess what, Halibush just closed his eyes. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's my mum birthday! We celebrated at the same coffeeshop. -_- We are always dining there. Quite a number of people came. Happy Birthday, mummy! I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I still love you, and there are many things I need to apologize to you. Thus, I wrote that something, it is meant for you. I won't say that I will wait for you because you have moved on. And in life, there will never be third chances. You are tired, who says I'm not? I'm beat too, I have bruises all over me. All I know right now is I'm still not tired of loving you. Maybe I will get tired one day, one day but not today. I will keep hanging on. Tu armor, you will always be in my heart whether you like it or not.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School tomorrow and I'm not ready for all the drama &amp;amp; actions. Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-4526421172955380898?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4526421172955380898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704004464921023688&amp;postID=4526421172955380898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/4526421172955380898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/4526421172955380898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-incomparable.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-8367061182632962506</id><published>2008-01-05T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:06:54.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Smack That, All On The Floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice me, take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Why are we strangers when&lt;br /&gt;Our love is strong?&lt;br /&gt;Why carry on without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to fly, I fall&lt;br /&gt;without my wings, I feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, it's haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make believe that you are here.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way I see clear.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;You seem to move on easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I try to fly, I fall&lt;br /&gt;without my wings, I feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, you're haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have made it rain.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;My weakness caused you pain.&lt;br /&gt;And this song's my sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I pray&lt;br /&gt;that soon your face will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I try to fly, I fall&lt;br /&gt;without my wings, I feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, you're haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yo! As you can see, I'm back from camp. Overall, it was great. I love 1E2, Notrom! I kept pronoucing wrongly or forget the tribe name. :P It does'nt matter, right? Hahaha. We won the best Warriors award, and yeah, it was good. Even though Mage or Archers did'nt win, I still think they did a good job. I'm proud of them, hopefully they do well in future. :) I'm behind your back, girls &amp;amp; boys! All of them are good boys &amp;amp; girls, hopefully they will remain the same throughout the whole year. I have never met a class so obedient before. They listen when we are talking and they know when to be quiet and when to be loud. Good job! Oh, I think that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; is very charming. Don't deny,&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; has a pair of beautiful eyes! &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; looks very cute when &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; laughs or smiles. Ah, but &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; is too young for me! Actually, I don't give a darn about the age difference. Hahahahahahahahaha. &lt;em&gt;He's&lt;/em&gt; my eye candy, my &lt;u&gt;favourite&lt;/u&gt; eye candy! :D Thank Lord I'm in 1E2! Hahahahahaha. "You know what to do with your mouth", that is my new trademark. Hahaha. I really enjoyed this camp. Love you, 1E2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The song, &lt;em&gt;Everytime&lt;/em&gt; by Britney Spears expresses how I feel, right now. This song relates to me, and it happen to fit so perfectly. I wonder if Britney Spears once felt like how I'm feeling now, or even worse. Haha. I can't believe I can still laugh about it. -_- Sometimes, I wish I can go clubbing! I know I'm too young to think about that, but don't you think its a good way to relieve stress? Dance your heart out, dance till you sprain your ankle and dance till morning. Yeah, I think I'm thinking too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually, I wrote a little something. But I don't know if I should post it. It is'nt something offending, neither it is vulgar. Just something from the heart, I'm just not sure if I should post it. Some other time, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm off to cook my own dinner. Bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: I'm still not over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-8367061182632962506?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/8367061182632962506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/8367061182632962506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/smack-that-all-on-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-608761479565103474</id><published>2008-01-03T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:09:18.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Don't Know Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I'm having a two hours break from camp, and I came home to bathe, dump the dirty clothes and chill. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I only had 4 hours of sleep because we had to do preparations for camp. We slept around 12AM and woke up at 5: 30 AM. Its a killer, and we had to walk about the whole day! But I'm glad that the secondary ones were cooperative, and they are very adorable! I love 1E2! They kept laughing at the jokes I said, even if its funny or not. You don't know how nice they are. :) There will be a campfire tomorrow, and we are sleeping at 10: 30PM tonight! Sweet. There will be a lot going on tomorrow, and I'm too lazy to go into details. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time facing him, there ain't no talking but I guess I'm getting stronger. Somehow, I think I have gotten used to it. I choose to believe what others said than what you used to claim. I know the truth now, and it pains to know what you did. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the song. Out of the blue, I'm starting to like Gothic. Its weird but I think its cool, especially the beliefs &amp;amp; all. Hahahahahahaha. Oh well, I think I will stop here. I'm going to mess with Halibush &amp;amp; Tinybush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-608761479565103474?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/608761479565103474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/608761479565103474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-dont-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-2297512508600278245</id><published>2008-01-02T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:15:41.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pieces Of Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this pain is just too real,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is too much that time cannot erase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello, I'm having a camp tomorrow. A camp while everyone is studying, I know it sounds weird but I'm part of the Secondary One Orientation Camp. I guess its going to be tough. Especially when I have to face him throughout the whole camp. Oh, and I will be back on Saturday. I'm going to miss Halibush &amp;amp; Tinybush! I hate camps because I have to part with Halibush &amp;amp; Tinybush. And, I wonder how big is the capacity of a hamster's pouch. Tinybush seems to have a pouch bigger than his body. It makes him look squarish, if that is the word. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother is in Indonesia, Jakarta. I'm sure he is having a lot of fun, while I'm dying because school is reopening tomorrow, selections of main 14 is nearing and speaking about selections, the mighty Northzones is two weeks after school reopen. There will be so many things going on in 2008, and I thought it would be a smooth one. I wish! Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm leaving 2007 behind, goodbye! Halibush has been with me for 2 years! Tinybush is coming close to a year. I hope Love forgets me, and send a new one. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: Thank you Naville for lending me your house T-shirts! Thank you Esther for lending me your 2 PE shorts! Thank you Jolene and Esther for lending me PE shorts too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-2297512508600278245?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2297512508600278245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2297512508600278245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/01/pieces-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-5191717587144974969</id><published>2008-01-01T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T07:15:02.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If You're Not The One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/broken_heart_by_Lost_Suspicion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a broken heart. It is a thing claimed by many, but many have not suffered a completely shattered heart. Often the sufferer has only a minor fracture, healed by comfort and the compassion of others around them. But a completely broken heart can never be fully healed. A memory of the fateful day when the heart broke will be branded on every shard, like a tattoo on a man’s body, and this alone is the creator of pain and suffering a person feels when their heart has been broken. A broken heart due to a betrayal is the worst of all, as it is an act you cannot save yourself from and it carves the memory so deep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm at Tingting's place. The netballers are having steam boat! :D I ate 3 bowls of rice, and I'm sure I will grow fat from all the food I ate. But whenever I tell myself to go on diet, I never succeed. Well, I just feel good about how I look, who cares. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I think I have been repeating the same reason or explanation, if you call it. And you don't seem to understand, or should I say, you never tried to. It frustrates me, and its killing me more than the other problems is. Meiling told me to find another one, but it ain't easy to replace you, even though there is someone else who is willing to love me more than you do. I'll let mother nature take its course, go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to put my heart &amp;amp; soul into netball, studies and Chris Jericho. Let's just say, I love him, I love Chris Jericho so much that I'm willing to die for him! He's my husband. :D When I say I love him, it does'nt mean a crush, it means that I really love him. I even dream of him when I sleep, seriously. My baby! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I don't want to run away, but I can't take it. I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-5191717587144974969?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5191717587144974969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5191717587144974969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-youre-not-one-this-is-broken-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-8156953914954680554</id><published>2007-12-30T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T05:41:58.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Have To Do It Your Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I need some answers. I'm getting nowhere, and I don't know what to do. I'm a human, I make mistakes, no one sees it. In fact, I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am. I can't help the way I feel, try being in my position. As much as I want to be perfect, I can't. I need time, I need space &amp;amp; I need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hate that I love you. I can't take it anymore, let's end this, alright? Stop being a killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-8156953914954680554?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/8156953914954680554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/8156953914954680554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-have-to-do-it-your-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-6057592188244802210</id><published>2007-12-29T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T07:20:34.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This Can't Be Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/qwdqwd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm feeling better than last night, and I'm glad that Mr Fantastic is back from overseas. It also means that my favourite pair of listening ears are here to stay. :) Thank you for the advices even though they were lame. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'm still thinking about it, whether it is real or not. Baby, tell me if you really care, and do you even know I'm there? Somethings are going down, I guess I'm not ready to face them. I don't want to hear the same thing all over again, it does'nt make any sense. Everytime I look at you, I'm reminded of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. Is it me, is it you or is it the negative thoughts running through my head giving me the wrong ideas? I don't know, and I don't want to know. The truth remains, and let it be unsaid. Enough, I don't think I can take it anymore. Let's skip this coversation, baby.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's street netball carnival! My team, Just Do It merged second, while 995 which is Jolene's team was the champions. I had to be a shooter because none of my members are shooters &amp;amp; I was the only one with a shooter background. Damn, it was hard as I had'nt been a shooter for about close to one year! Man, I miss that position so much! Hahaha. Even though I was bad, I guess I still had fun. It was a good exposure for us, both juniors and seniors. Playing with juniors was fun! But Yuling kept knocking her head against mine, her head is so hard! Mushrooms will always be mushrooms, sigh. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone at home, and I like it this way. I can blast the music without being yelled at, I can sing and dance like crazy. And no one would bother! I realized that Halibush &amp;amp; Tinybush are hardcore gays. They are always following one another, sleeping &amp;amp; eating together. Tinybush loves sticking with Halibush, and he does'nt mind at all. Maybe its because Tinybush feels safe, and I think he loves his fats too. Because they keep him warm when they sleep together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-6057592188244802210?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6057592188244802210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6057592188244802210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-cant-be-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-6990375718763732797</id><published>2007-12-28T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T05:45:52.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Truth Remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/shewrf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, save me! I feel so &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; all of a sudden. Sometimes, I wish I was perfect, made &amp;amp; born perfect. Would'nt that be nice? Perfect face, perfect smile, perfect studies &amp;amp; etc cetera. So perfect that everyone is envious, so perfect that respects you, so perfect that everyone would turn and look at you twice &amp;amp; so perfect that you would receive all kind of quality love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm so plain that everyone would walk pass me without noticing me. So plain that no one even knows that I'm speaking. So plain that I don't even exist in people's eyes. Deep down inside, I keep telling myself that this is who I am, and I can't do anything about it but its killing me. I want to be heard &amp;amp; I want to be on top of the world. It ain't alot to ask, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been hunting me, and I'm afraid I can't take it anymore. I know that my friends can't always be there for me, I know that I have to go through certain things on my own and I know that everyone has their own lives and can't oblige me all the time. I know all of that, just that I think I need time to find out who I really am, I guess I lost myself. I really did, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone who have always been with me, just that he does'nt appear in front of me. I will always remember those big friendly brown eyes looking down at me, and even the simplest words he say could turn my day around. I don't want to disclose his name, if I do, it would'nt be special anymore. Yeah, just someone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried looking on the brighter side of life, but I guess it just ain't right. I think I will stop here, this can continue forever. I might even drive myself insane. Yeah, I need a break. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-6990375718763732797?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6990375718763732797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6990375718763732797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/truth-remains.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-5484057322550079464</id><published>2007-12-27T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:58:46.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are Not The Same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm very sick of you. Man, get real. When you see me, you pretend like you don't know me. What's up with this, dude? Right, you don't own me a living, but I just think that is very rude. Will it hurt to greet me? I guess not, right? Yeah, so if that is the case, we might as well end our friendship here. I sound very irrational but, its getting on my nerves. Talk things out? I rather not, I might just explode and without knowing, my fats might end up in your mouth. Eat it, Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being gross, but I'm dramatic! So you can't blame me. That is what I see in cartoons everyday, heh. Oh yeah, photos, next entry, alright? I'm baking cookies, and I have no time to edit the photos. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I feel very irritated suddenly. Maybe its&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;, maybe its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, maybe its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, well, who knows. Chatting online, and still considering if I should download O2Jam. I don't know! I will consider, alright? Just thinking about creating an account bores me. Its boring going through the procedure. Maybe, I'm just lazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off now. Goodnight. :) Training later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-5484057322550079464?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5484057322550079464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5484057322550079464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-not-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-5795537300031004788</id><published>2007-12-25T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:27:45.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello! I'm at Boohui's house, celebrating Christmas, even though everyone's spirit is low. All of us are sleepy, and I want to sleep, badly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3AM in the morning, without Ah Lau, and I still have a Christmas dinner with my family &amp;amp; I-don't-know-who. Perhaps, its with my dad's friends. I hope its a formal dinner, so that I can wear the dress I just bought! Heh heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with my brother online, and I'm glad that he is entertaining me! Boohui &amp;amp; Carina are cam-woring with my cellphone. Amy, Yuewan, Joanne and Daphne are playing Mahjong. Tingting is going to sleep, I think. While, I'm sitting in front of the computer, listening to music &amp;amp; chatting with my brother. (As I said earlier) I think I'm going to faint! Not because I'm sleepy, its because boredom is eating me up. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of words. Right, good morning &amp;amp; night. :D Oh, Merry Christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: I'm going to have a whole chunk of photos to upload. Thanks to Limei, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boohui&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Carina&lt;/span&gt;, Tingting &amp;amp; myself. Do you know why I bold Boohui's &amp;amp; Carina's name? You will know why in the next entry! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3704004464921023688-5795537300031004788?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5795537300031004788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5795537300031004788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/wake-up-call-hello-im-at-boohuis-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-4918775577551923828</id><published>2007-12-24T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:30:37.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Need You Tonight, Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/bryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ah Lau, and I think I'm going to cry. :( Its Christmas eve, and he is coming back tomorrow night, which is Chirstmas. So many hours! &lt;em&gt;I just need you to know that I love you, can you hear me?&lt;/em&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what my Christmas present is from my parents this year? Well, you are going to be shocked! Nah, I'm joking. Its not shocking, I expected it, anyway. My present is a trip to the saloon to reborn my hair. The hair inside are starting to curl like donkeys eating bananas (I know it does'nt make sense), and I don't like curly hair. No offence, Tingting! I mean, I don't like my hair to be curly. Hahahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Take what you get&lt;/em&gt;, so I accpected it. Yeah, and I have to do it by today because of trainings. 5 hours of waiting &amp;amp; sitting, I guess my butt is going to hurt. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halibush &amp;amp; Tinybush are getting along, but Tinybush is always bullying Halibush. They refused to sleep together, sleep as in sleep. Not that sleep! Come on, they are both males. Unless, they if they happen to get horny and &lt;em&gt;you-know-what&lt;/em&gt;. Alright, let's not go into details. Oh well, as long as they don't fight, I'm glad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late, goodnight. :)&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm going to celebrate Christina's (Big bully) birthday later! But, I'm not going to run 3KM. Duh! Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-4918775577551923828?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/4918775577551923828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/4918775577551923828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-need-you-tonight-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-5417665128731071547</id><published>2007-12-23T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:06:09.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let Me Live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello! This is my favourite layout because I created it &amp;amp; thus, its unique. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a best friend who is a pornstar. Right, Tingting? Hahahaha. I miss Ah Lau! He has gone to Malaysia, and he will be back on Tuesday. Damn long, I'm going to miss his fats. :( Baby, you must come back in one piece because my Christmas present is still with you! Haha. Kidding. :D I need you here with me. Remember what I wrote to you in the letter? &lt;em&gt;Life without you would'nt be called life&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, I guess its happening now. Sigh.&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;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-5417665128731071547?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5417665128731071547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5417665128731071547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-me-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-1384782401244629902</id><published>2007-12-21T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T03:16:18.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Don't Want To Fight No More.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/jpg32454jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did'nt photoshop the photo above, its true that Tinybush &amp;amp; Halibush does'nt fight! I'm surprised too. Halibush loves sniffing &amp;amp; licking Tinybush, alot. Tinybush gets irritated with him when he keeps doing it, so he will just squeak at him &amp;amp; shift to another place. Halibush is friendly by nature, so I would'nt be surprised if he licks your fingers too. Sometimes, if you put Halibush too close to your nose, he will lick it too. He is a sweet heart, and I love him to death. Not forgetting Tinybush too. ;) They were eating sunflower seeds, and Tinybush keeps snatching Halibush's share. I thought Halibush would get pissed and bite him, but he just let him have all of his share. Lol. He ain't on a diet, alright? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are Lirong's birthday party photos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know its waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay overdue, but at least I kept my promise! So, thank me. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As usual, 3KM run today. The shooters have to shoot 600 shots! Which is like, 200 more than usual. Good work, shooters! (Even though, we are enemies on court. LOL!) Today was slightly different because we joined the juniors for a few court games. I played as shooter, GA. It has been a long time since I wore that bib. I wanted to train on my attacking skills too, because as a GD, you have to attack too. I don't want to lose the "attacking sense". :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if Advertlets works, if it does, I'm going to be rich. (With your help, of course) Yeah, so keep refreshing! Hahahahahahaha. Especially my team mates, if you help me to earn money by refreshing my page, I will treat you girls Seoul Garden. It depends if I have enough money. So Seoul Garden is in your hands. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, eyebreak. Goodbye! Remember to refresh, at least 3 times. Loves. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-1384782401244629902?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/1384782401244629902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/1384782401244629902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-want-to-fight-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-2377766689979322606</id><published>2007-12-20T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:08:53.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're The One I Need Tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm too lazy to elaborate about today's outing with Minhui &amp;amp; Tingting. Minhui can easily influence you to buy tops from Mango. Right, Tingting? Hahaha. Overall, it was fun. I need a school bag, badly. I'm going to Heeren to search for one, I guess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Christmas present for Ah Lau is set. I'm giving him tomorrow! Because he is running off to Malaysia for 3 days. :( I'm going to miss him, and yeah, its plain to see. Haha. I put quite alot of effort in this present although it looks simple. I had to write a letter for him or else, I will feel that something is missing. The letter is weird, although the words I wrote came out smoothly. I did'nt had to crack my head, which is a good sign, I guess. We will see tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about it, seriously. I want to get in, I really do. I'm caught in between so many good players, what am I suppose to do? I won't give up, I really won't. Its hard, really hard...one wrong mistake might cause the biggest regret in my life. I have to be careful then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-2377766689979322606?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2377766689979322606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2377766689979322606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-one-i-need-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-6559358542645923731</id><published>2007-12-19T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:09:55.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cry Me A River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow's a public holiday, and we still have to run 3KM. I don't think I can run as good as before, because I'm tired, both mentally and physically. My heart &amp;amp; mind are telling me things they never did before. So oh well, I don't think I can run very well tomorrow. I'm going to deprove! I want a rest, seriously. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Tinybush is very smart because I hid a few sunflower seeds under the bedding and he could find them just by digging and sniffing around the cage. Halibush did'nt even realized I invaded into his cage because he was sleeping, so it took him a few hours to know that there were sunflower seeds under the bedding. I love them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't think you should laugh anymore. Please, heed Tingting advices. Your laughter is irritating &amp;amp; disgusting, like you. No wonder it fits you. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Ahem, just being true. You have'nt change a bit. So, I guess if we ever see each other again, I would'nt look you in the eye. I don't think you deserve any respect from me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Black Americans! They are cool. Singers like Bow Wow, Neyo and Snoop Dog. Loves. Hahaha. I'm still in love with Chris Jericho! I want to marry him when I grow up because he is hot &amp;amp; hot &amp;amp; hoooooooottttt. :D Oh, and I saw a very handsome white guy in the MRT today. We had a few eye contacts, and I could feel my face turning red. Really! He had brownish &amp;amp; greenish eyes. Very handsome! And when I came out of the MRT, I saw a very tall white man. Extremely tall! I think he's a baller because of his shoes. Hahahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bored right now. I'm not looking forward to tommorrow. I dislike running now...tired, tired and tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm too lazy to read my post again for mistakes, so if there are any mistakes, just shut up. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-6559358542645923731?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6559358542645923731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6559358542645923731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/cry-me-river.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-3555889860769889173</id><published>2007-12-19T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:10:11.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Don't Think So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She faked it, she faked everything. It just ain't right, neither it is fair towards us. Nothing in this world is fair, but the last thing she could do is lie &amp;amp; pretend like she wants this, badly. When she does something wrong, she cries and apologize. It does'nt mean a thing anymore. I'm over with her, but I can't stand the fact that she faked it and lied to MT about it. Does'nt she feel guity? Girl, you can save your little lies, and please, pack up your lies too. She does'nt deserve this, at all. For what she has done, I'm willing to do anything to out win &amp;amp; out throw her. I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-3555889860769889173?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/3555889860769889173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/3555889860769889173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-think-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-5686169250855548557</id><published>2007-12-17T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:45:56.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Will Fight All The Way For You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Oily &amp;amp; sticky.&lt;br /&gt;The taste of the skin: Salty. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Smell: Like Halibush &amp;amp; Tinybush joined together.&lt;br /&gt;What I want to do now: Shit &amp;amp; bathe. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of: Why is Boohui so biased against Black Americans (Not Beyonce!), why Mingxun does'nt like me anymore and why I'm so pretty. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I'm at Boohui's house. :) I was suppose to go home but, I guess its going to be a bore if I go home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training &amp;amp; selections, I made it to main 16! I'm elated, but it ain't time to celebrate. Main 12 is still far away, so I gotta work even hard. I'm glad that Mrs Tan said I was much better as a GD today than during the friendly match. Every comment &amp;amp; word she says is important because it is the solution to my mistakes and the only way to improve. Its important! :D To those who did'nt make it, I hope we still stay as a big family. We are different colours, but we aim for one dream. Keep going, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lau is coming back today! That idiot who did'nt call or send a text for 1 day. Hahahaha. I miss bullying him, and calling him Ah Lau. And I like the way he calls me,  "Fatty". I bought him a Christmas present and I highly doubt that he bought anything for me. Idiot. Oh well, at least he bought me chocolates which have been in his house for a few weeks now. Anyhow, I love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-5686169250855548557?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5686169250855548557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/5686169250855548557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-will-fight-all-way-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-2804884893667456194</id><published>2007-12-16T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T02:23:29.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll Be Your Shining Star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Lirong's birthday yesterday &amp;amp; it was good. I did'nt ate alot because the food was spicy. Haha. I have photos, but while doing a collage of them, the photoshop crushed and I'm too lazy to do it again. Next time, alright? Lol. But I managed to do one collage! Hahaha.&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;Tingting did'nt find the bag she wanted to buy at Queensway so I think she is going to Takashimaya to get it. So we walked around, and did alot of window shopping. We bought a shoebag for Lirong's birthday present!&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;I was suppose to go to Malaysia with my family, but I'm too tired to do anything. I just want to rest for tommorrow, both mentally and physically. I bet everyone is feeling the same way as I am, or maybe worse. All I know is that I need this badly because life without Netball would...just be weird. I have been with it for 5 years, and it has become a part of my life, and I have to be with it 24/7. I hope I can do it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eversince I saw your face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing in my life has been the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk around just saying your name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without you my world would end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have searched around this whole damn place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everything says you were meant to be my Babyboy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I miss you Bryan, Ah Lau! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-2804884893667456194?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2804884893667456194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/2804884893667456194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/ill-be-your-shining-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-1032842064937788407</id><published>2007-12-14T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:42:37.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She Does'nt Want You Like I Do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello! I know that this blog is lack of photos/pictures. So, I'm going to upload photos of myself. I guess, you're to laugh. I hope so, heh. Hey, it takes up alot of courage to upload such unglam photos of yourself! Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/Crazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, these are the different faces of me. I guess I over did it. Lol. That is also the reason why I was never chosen as the main actress in Drama Club when I was in primary 4 &amp;amp; 5. Heh heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I watched a movie with Tingting, Boohui and Yuewan today. Its been a long time since the four of us went out together. We watched Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks, and its a great movie. Worth the watch! Haha. Halibush looks like the chipmunks in the movie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah Lau is going to Genting Highlands in a few hours time. Babyboy, you're going to be missed, badly. Ah Lau is a gay, so it does'nt really bother me when he says "Got girls go, you know!". He only turns straight when I'm with him. Not to mention, I trust him too. Take care, Ah Lau! Love you, tons. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-1032842064937788407?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/1032842064937788407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/1032842064937788407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-doesnt-want-you-like-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-281867269321847135</id><published>2007-12-13T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:25:21.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm Going Under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/isolation_by_mkorchia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night, I was feeling weak. My muscles were numb, and I felt as though I was going to faint. Yeah, thank you Diarrhea! Idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning, I woke up &amp;amp; felt better. I thought I had recovered, but who knew, I went to the toilet again! Not once, but twice. Dad dragged me to the doctor, and was adviced not to drink milk or eat oily stuff. I'm feeling alot better after taking the pills. I hope I recover as soon as possible. Yeah, and Dad is going to bring me to the Polyclinic regarding my back. I know, I'm getting old. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just want to know the truth as soon as possible. I don't want my thoughts to run wild anymore, its driving me crazy. Sigh. Mondays have never been a nightmare...until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-281867269321847135?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/281867269321847135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/281867269321847135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-going-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-6075625734066798372</id><published>2007-12-12T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:21:25.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This I Promise You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I'm back from camp, in one piece. :D Overall, the camp was fun except that the weather and the buffet was a spoiler. I will elaborate further. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembled at 7:30AM, and was divided into groups by Mrs Tan, Miss Loo and Miss Koh. I was grouped in group 2, together with Jolene, Meiling, Asqiha, Carina, Li Rong, Bee Juan, Julia, Esther, Clarabelle, Soo Ling and Minhui. Some others came over to my room to play, sleep and talk. Training! B'div ran 3 spokes with timing &amp;amp; C'div ran 2KM with timing too. I almost died while running the 3 spokes, I could'nt breathe properly but I still carried on. I made it, but Mrs Tan was'nt happy with my timining. In fact, all of our timinings expect for Asqiha. She has a gifted talent in running and sprinting, alright?! Envious. Haha. Well, did a little of courtwork. Lunch time! It started pouring so Mrs Tan, Miss Loo, Miss Koh, Daffy and Yuihui went to buy take aways. While waiting, we played a few team bonding games. It was fun, just that some did'nt wanted to join in. Shall not say much, heh. Then...I forgot the rest. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6:30Am, and assembled at 7AM for breakfast. After breakfast, we had friendly games among ourselves. I don't want to talk about it because...I screwed up everything. We had lunch, and rested. Around 2PM, we went to Pasir Ris Quest Secondary school for a friendly game. C'div won, and we won too. C'div did very well, but I don't think I did well, at all. Went back to school, had buffet as dinner. Buffet is for a celebration for the graduating seniors. Haha. Played many games, and went to the AVA room the powerpoint slide. :) Slept at 11:45PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7: 17AM with a terrible tummy ache. I wanted to poopoo but could'nt, so yeah, I thought I was the only one who was suffering from a tummy ache until Tingting told me she had too. Limei then told me she was also having a tummy ache. Then, almost everyone agreed that they had the same illness. Some vomited, some went to the toilet 3 to 4 times. I went to the toilet 4 times in school, and when I came back home, I went another time so in total, 5 times. Some went to the doctor, but I stayed in school and just sleep. Kinda felt better, but the tummy still ached. Training was cancelled, everyone just rested. Selection was/is postponed to Monday. Ministry Of Health came and asked about the food, and stuff. Sue that idiot who catered us the food! God...but I kinda pity him/her. Haha. Broke camp, and met Ah Lau. Ate dinner with Yuewan, Daffy and Tingting. Ah Lau only came after I finished my dinner. Pig! Yeah, so thats it for camp, I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be glad if I was given another chance to prove what I'm really made of. You said that I need more experience to play GD &amp;amp; WD, but then again, do we still have the time? I swear that I will work extremely hard. Just one chance to prove it. Action speaks louder than words, I know. This means alot to me. Monday is the day, I will prove to you that I can do it. Stay positive all the way, Rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it from me, I can give you the love you dream of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-6075625734066798372?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6075625734066798372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6075625734066798372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-i-promise-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-4636686905966720823</id><published>2007-12-10T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T09:08:34.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love You, Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for camp in a few more hours time. I won't be back until Wednesday, so miss me, alright? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Ah Lau! I'm glad he has trainings, and he is going for all trainings. You better do! Haha. After netball camp, he is going Genting Highlands but he promise me he would text me no matter what happens. Keep your promise, but if you can't, I understand. I'm already missing you, Ah Lau. Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this is my last post before I will go missing. I'm excited &amp;amp; nervous, what is going to happen? Calm down, calm down. I will just do my best, and if I don't make it, I will come back stronger next year. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Mr Fantastic is a pig. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-4636686905966720823?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/4636686905966720823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/4636686905966720823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-you-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-547562652052552724</id><published>2007-12-09T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:00:24.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just Got Paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I changed the layout. This is more colourful, right? Hahaha. Some may not like the Pink, but I could'nt care less. I love Pink! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, I called Macdonald but it could'nt get through. So right now, I'm munching on the doughnuts mum bought last night. I will grow superb fat soon! But I'm sure netball camp can help to burn my fats. Haha. Right, I don't think I want to eat Macdonald anymore. I will go downstairs to get some other stuff. I'm dammit hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the truth hurts. But its always better to know the truth. If it hurts, learn from your mistake and grow from it. If it does'nt, keep learning and don't give up. I want to wish all netballers, good luck and God bless! No matter what happens, we'll always be a team and one big big family! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-547562652052552724?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/547562652052552724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/547562652052552724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-got-paid.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-314542928772938942</id><published>2007-12-08T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T09:38:39.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dominic &amp;amp; Daffy! :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/3704004464921023688-314542928772938942?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/314542928772938942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/314542928772938942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-dominic-daffy-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-6896472096554687059</id><published>2007-12-07T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:03:46.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Display Of Affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been playing Zoo Tycoon since afternoon. I have started on a new zoo, since I was broke in the previous one. Heh heh. :)&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;Tingting &amp;amp; Yuewan agreed with each other that I'm horny. Reason is because, I kept laughing while reading the book about "Boys". Hey, its kind of ridiculous about what they say, you know. No, I'm not horny! I'm just merely curious about what is happening in a male's body. They have another reason why they say that I'm horny. I can't tell you that one. Its private &amp;amp; locked. Hahaha. I can't just go up to my father or brother, and ask, "What is Masturbation?" or "What is wet dreams?", right? I asked Bryan before, and all he said was, "I don't know". He's a male (Okay, maybe not. Lol.) and he does'nt know. I guess he did'nt listen during the sex education lesson. Hoho. I just, want to know what it is about. Ain't wrong, right? :)&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;I'm going to meet Tingting to get some stuff for camp. I hope she won't be late. :D When I get home, I'm going to watch Inuyasha for the whole night. I have'nt been watching it because of trainings. Goodbye!&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;PS: I'm not horny. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/3704004464921023688-6896472096554687059?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6896472096554687059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6896472096554687059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/display-of-affection.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-1033536876177643085</id><published>2007-12-07T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:07:03.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He Runs His Fingers Through My Hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go for Dominic's birthday celebration. Sorry, I guess I own everyone a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad would'nt allow me to go because he wants me to rest my injured back for netball camp. Yeah, he knows that this camp means alot to me. Even though, I don't show it. I did'nt argue because I know he cares and I ought to respect him. So yeah, Carina, I hope you are'nt mad at me. I don't know what will happen during camp. I just hope everything goes smoothly, and please, no injuries! I wish everyone, good luck &amp;amp; God bless. :) &lt;em&gt;We're many colours but we aim for one dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing Zoo Tycoon. I have learnt quite alot of information about different kind of animals. Its a little like Rollar Coaster Tycoon, just that this time round, you're building a zoo &amp;amp; not a theme park. My zoo is small but beautiful. :D I spent alot of money on the decorations &amp;amp; animals, and now, I'm broke. I'm left with a few thousand dollars, like damn. I guess I'm not good at budgeting. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training, Miss Loo coached us instead of Mrs Tan. Mrs Tan &amp;amp; Miss Loo are ill, so get well soon! I did'nt enjoy the game because I did'nt know what I should do. There is'nt a fixed area for me to play, and I don't even know if I should move away, attack or defend. Everyone is everywhere, so I got confused. I prefer the real netball instead. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing netball for 5 years now. Next year is going to be my sixth year. I'm excited about it! I'm even going to celebrate it. :D Hey, its something to be proud of. I admit, there was one point of time when I felt hopeless and wanted to give up, but upon thinking of how much I have been through, I decided to carry on. Since God gave me this talent, I shall make full use of it. Plus, it keeps you healthy. So, why not? My motto: &lt;em&gt;Passion is the fire which keeps me going higher. Think positive, and you have already won half of the war, &amp;amp; the rest is up to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired. Oh yeah, I love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I almost lost my cellphone today. Damn, I feel lucky, dude. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-1033536876177643085?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/1033536876177643085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/1033536876177643085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/he-runs-his-fingers-through-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-7657034876204284218</id><published>2007-12-05T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T07:39:55.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're A Toxic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello there, lovebirds from my toilet bowl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back's hurting, and I can do nothing about it. I think I will forget the idea of going to the doctor. I'm afraid he might give me a MC and ask me to rest. There is no time for rest! Selection is just...a few days away. I don't bother about my left knee because I can always tape it or wear a knee guard. I want a new back from The Body Shop, please? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow, and I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have photos to share. Introducing a few members of the "Hen" and "Wo De" family. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/dewf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limei! She is my dog in the "Hen" family. She named herself German Cappuccino. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="406" alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/fwe.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohui is my maid from Nations Nu Yong. She comes from Philippines. Lol! She does'nt know how to cook. Maybe she does, instant noodles. So, the "Hen" family eats instant noodles for breakfast, luch, dinner &amp;amp; supper. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/fwef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina is "Wo De Xiao Bai", although she is not fair at all. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/oweqjf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene is "Wo De Wai Yu". I don't know what it means and why she was named that. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/t423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingyue! She is "Wo De En Ren". I don't know again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/wgf34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling is my grandfather, and she is called "Hen Leng". She's getting old, therefore, she is slow in reaction. :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/qdr2ewrdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soh Tingting! My bodyguard. :D Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/wtfg43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asqiha is'nt on any of the families, but she is my Ah-lian sister! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/Untitled-1copy-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing myself, "Hen Ying Jun" and "Hen Mei". I'm a father and mother of Yui Hui who is named, "Hen Cong Ming". Pardon me, I have split personalities. Sigh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And myself again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, brothers and sisters. We look alike? Not! Hahahaha. He have taken out of braces, and I'm so envious of that! Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this entry with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="279" alt="" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/owiqhd.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-7657034876204284218?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7657034876204284218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7657034876204284218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-toxic.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-6889413298711121454</id><published>2007-12-04T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:16:03.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hold Me Tight To Your Body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video in Youtube caught my attention, so I decided to watch it. The video hit me hard, I feel so sad for Joesph Carey Merrick, "The Elephant Man". He was ill, kicked out of the house, robbed and being humilated by people because of his looks. What can be worse than that? Still, he was a happy man. I'm just glad that things got better for him but it happened too late, he passed away before he could enjoy all the happiness. I don't know why I feel so emotional after viewing the video and knowing more information about him. From what I heard, Joesph is a good and intelligent man, so why must God create him this way? The good does'nt get the good, the evil does. Why, why, why? In case you are wondering how he looks like, here is a picture of him. I'm not joking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/Rachelxxxx/josephmerrick3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to cherish everything around me more. This world is cruel, nothing goes your way. You just have to accept any obstacles that comes into your way. I'm proud to have a good family, I'm proud I was born healthy and I'm proud that I have people around me who cares and backs me up whenever I need help. God was never fair, but I guess he has his reasons too. Sometimes, its better to know the truth. Reality hurts sometimes, but if it was hugs, kisses and beautiful words all the time, would we ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so what, I am what I am. :D Training later, and I'm still awake. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-6889413298711121454?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6889413298711121454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6889413298711121454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/hold-me-tight-to-your-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-7886542757076336148</id><published>2007-12-03T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:20:23.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm Riding High, Its Exotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I can't sleep again. I guess I have been sleeping late, but you can't blame me, its the holidays! Later, Tingting and I are going to Esther's house to complete the powerpoint slides. Sigh, I can't sleep late till the afternoon then. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to the Singapore Expo with my family. The place was crowded, in another words, madness. I saw a few familar faces too. People just would'nt stop pushing and stepping on my feet. So I got pissed, and started pushing and stepping on other people's feet. It felt good. :D Dad wanted to buy a televison, but he could'nt find a suitable one so we left. It was a wasted trip though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is bringing me to the doctor soon regrading my back. Its been hurting the past few days, I just hope everything will be fine. I don't want to miss the chance of getting into the team! God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fantastic &amp;amp; Miss Invisible. In the movies, they got married, right? I don't know how to twist the ending though. Sigh. I need more time, Mr Fantastic. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to watch Inuyasha too often. Its addictive! And everytime I watch an episode, I'm bound to tear a little. Its so touching! I like Shippo, he's a sweetheart. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Cbox died on me, again. I'm back with Tagworld. $%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-7886542757076336148?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7886542757076336148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7886542757076336148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-riding-high-its-exotic.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-7537090111401293926</id><published>2007-12-02T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T11:02:39.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Went Outside To Find Confidence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But It Was Always Within Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep even though I feel tired. I don't know why I feel excited. To make it worse, I don't even know what I'm excited about! Dammit, I'm getting weird. Oh, anyway, good morning! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off with my mother, but I don't want to say anything nasty about her because she is my mother. I ought to respect her even though she can be an irritant sometimes. Argh. Let's skip this. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it all comes back to you. Girl, why did you change? You were'nt like this before. I admit I did'nt like you in the past &amp;amp; even now, but I still care a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; for you. Even though you did'nt care for me when I was down, and only said "No comments", I still manage to put that behind me. You made my blood boil, and I swear I could have rip your body apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried putting a good word for you, but it did'nt worked. Don't blame me, blame yourself. I sounded like a fool doing that for you because I said, "Think about the good things she did for you". Then again, I thought to myself, "Even though she did'nt do anything good for you". I swear I did'nt like you from the start but I dare admit that I was &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; biased against you during training. I did'nt tell anyone, I told myself to be a hyprocite and continue to act like I like you. It might actually make me like you, I thought. And, I don't know why you keep staring at me. It pissed me off and I felt like kicking your ass but I managed to put it behind, again. Next, I can't believe you said that to her. If I was in her position, I would have just screamed at you. Boohui can't stand you either. Tell me about it man, why did you do all those things? You might not notice it, but you're a girl, you should know how it feels to be in Boohui's position. She is'nt petty, that is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you? Recently, you have turned into someone I don't know. What if you lose all your friends? You'll regret it. Anyway, why should I bother about you? Just thinking about what you did to me makes me mad. You have tried putting me down so many times. It did'nt affect me because of the good influence I have from Trya Banks, Beyonce Knowles, Caridee English and my father. Heh heh. Yeah, I kept thinking about what you said but I told myself, so what. You know something, you are'nt any better yourself too. Like what my father always say, look at yourself before you comment about others. &lt;em&gt;Stick and stones might break my bones but your words will never break my soul.&lt;/em&gt; So shut up, and move. I'll tolerate no more, the next time you try putting me down, I will definately tell you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I sound so, not myself. Maybe its because she affected me, alot. I don't like changes because of it, I lost many of my friends. But what can I do, I can't control somethings from happening. Oh well, what is done cannot be undone. I just hope for the better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-7537090111401293926?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7537090111401293926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/7537090111401293926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-went-outside-to-find-confidence-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-306338178733354567</id><published>2007-12-01T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T03:03:25.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Want To Feel You Near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Compass Point with Bryan. Yeah, I know that we have been going there for two days, straight. I don't know where we should go either, so yeah, Compass Point. &amp;amp;, I'm going there later, again. I'm going to have dinner with my mother and brother. Besides that, I'm thinking of getting a few tops and bottoms too. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fantastic is injured, and he still went out. He thinks that his health is fantastic, but I don't think so. That idiot, he should just stay at home and rest. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is fixed, but it can't connect to the internet. !@#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-306338178733354567?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/306338178733354567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/306338178733354567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to-feel-you-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-1410352747189507746</id><published>2007-11-30T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:22:41.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It Was A Blessing In Disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our forth month, and the both of us were'nt aware of it. Boohui reminded me because she talked something about anniversary. Thank you, even though it was just your randomness. Haha. So, Bryan &amp;amp; I decided to spend some time together. We went to Compass Point to do window shopping. I bought a cooking book and I taught him some tips about baking but I don't think he understood what I said. That pig only knows how to eat &amp;amp; sleep! I own him cookies and he owns me chocolate. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training, I missed court game. Dammit. I was so excited to work with Charine, Mingyue and Meiling today, but the braces appointment crushed my hopes. Alright, it sounds dramatic. Ah, I'm not going to miss anymore court game. I'll try to catch up what I did'nt learn today. I have a confession to make. The confession is, I love my team mates &amp;amp; juniors! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my dad sent my computer for repair. He said he might need to reformat it, but I will lose plenty of files! The blogskins I created, the poems I wrote and of course, the games I installed. I want to ask God to create computers with white blood cells in future so that they can fight against virus! Then there will be no more losing of files, no more reformating and no more wasting money on repairing them. Smart eh? Thanks. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a ghost from my past, saying you want me back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ready to close the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be in the state I was before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you really want to help, then you should go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; I think, Mr Fantastic is a pig. Don't ask me why, he should know himself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-1410352747189507746?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/1410352747189507746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/1410352747189507746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-blessing-in-disguise.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704004464921023688.post-6947086808865338258</id><published>2007-11-29T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:32:49.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything's Going To Be Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've deleted all the entries. I think its a little too personal, and I don't think anyone has the rights to judge about us. Bryan &amp;amp; I are fine now, I don't know how long we'll stay this way. &lt;em&gt;Everything's going to be alright&lt;/em&gt;, I keep telling myself, &amp;amp; it does helps me a little. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in love with Chris Jerico. He has a smile which drives me crazy, and he's very good looking. Oh, I love his body too! I'll do anything to get my hands on him! Alright, I sound wrong. I mean, I don't mind running 10KM to be with him. Lol. Chris Jerico is a great wrestler too, he deserves the title. I'm behind your back, baby! I can't wait to watch his match against Randy Ortan, ex-crush. Hahahaha. I don't mind ditching Neyo, Omarion and Owen Wilson for him. :P You know something, I think I've something for the white &amp;amp; black americans. I don't understand why God made them so close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halibush wants to make friends with Tinybush but Tinybush rejected him. Tinybush squeaked at him, alright? Poor Halibush. But, Halibush looks super cute when he got rejected. Hamsters! If only they could talk, would'nt it be a perfect world? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Tingting's house at 2: 30PM. From there, we're going to SBC to watch a basketball match. I hope Bryan play, yeah, hope so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; for standing by me. I can't state your name because you're suppose to be kept on a low profile. Hope you see this! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704004464921023688-6947086808865338258?l=ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6947086808865338258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704004464921023688/posts/default/6947086808865338258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifartedinyourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/everythings-going-to-be-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255649922414093526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
