<?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-38902846</id><updated>2012-02-07T17:15:37.069+08:00</updated><category term='y'/><title type='text'>What a wonderful caricature of life</title><subtitle type='html'>I wanna walk down the street and throw pies at people's faces and be declared as the founder of world pie day. Oh, and go down in history.=)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-1033440582237142920</id><published>2010-05-02T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:05:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>I lead a very busy life. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone who knows me well knows that.&lt;br /&gt;And with this busy life comes consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I sacrifice to accommodate other priorities.&lt;br /&gt;Things, people. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note, I am not at all complaining about my busy life.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I love it. &lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of doing something all the time. &lt;br /&gt;I love looking forward to something during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I love doing SOMETHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through this perpetual journey of life till I die, there will be things I am going to miss, friends I'm going to lose, potential relationships wilt before it blossoms. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to regret, cause regretting are for losers who always look back.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm going to cherish the memories I made and am making and am going to make in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I will not regret, there will always be that one thought at the back of your mind going, what if?&lt;br /&gt;What if I went for the party instead of camp?&lt;br /&gt;What if I sneaked out of my house instead of staying in my room?&lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't met you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't go debate that day?&lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't join debate at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their what if moments. But I guess the sad thing is that it is just left like that. &lt;br /&gt;What if. Nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not much of a literature person but there is one poem that really reflects this what if moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear,&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I marked the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to life a full life that when I die, in my memorial service, people will go thinking, wow. Rachel led a good life.&lt;br /&gt;Or, wow. How long will I live? I should live a life fuller than how I'm living it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave this world with good memories for everyone to remember me by. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then, I shall go make some memories. &lt;br /&gt;Wanna join me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/301763494_ab85b49dc1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 467px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/301763494_ab85b49dc1_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1033440582237142920?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1033440582237142920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1033440582237142920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1033440582237142920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1033440582237142920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-its-been-while.html' title='Hello, It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-9160075646603990827</id><published>2010-04-11T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:42:18.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've heard of Dr. Dre, but I've never knew how awesome he is.&lt;br /&gt;Until recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/S8F6IGnexrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/BxHJO6-QumM/s1600/dr_dre_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/S8F6IGnexrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/BxHJO6-QumM/s400/dr_dre_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458778502983501490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Melanie's house and I found her in her room at one corner listening to her iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her earphones were not the iPod earphones provided with every iPod bought.&lt;br /&gt;Hers was different.&lt;br /&gt;Hers was the oh so famous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beats by Dr. Dre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how awesome can it be till she allow me to see it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I put it over my ears and ohmygoodness it is semi noise cancelling.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't 100% noise cancelling.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's what you get for paying only 800 ringgit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price, sadly, is the killer here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 800 ringgit and you only get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;semi&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; noise cancelling.&lt;br /&gt;To get the apparently better one,&lt;br /&gt;the 100% noise cancelling one,&lt;br /&gt;the larger one,&lt;br /&gt;the one used by celebrities,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta pay 2k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must Dr. Dre be so awesome and evil at the same time? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.interscope.com/images/local/500/4389aef6-6098-48c7-9077-61e457bdb328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://cache.interscope.com/images/local/500/4389aef6-6098-48c7-9077-61e457bdb328.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you celebrities use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to Johan Shah, they sell it in Malaysia now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-9160075646603990827?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/9160075646603990827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=9160075646603990827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/9160075646603990827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/9160075646603990827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-heard-of-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/S8F6IGnexrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/BxHJO6-QumM/s72-c/dr_dre_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-3792748003666668459</id><published>2010-04-07T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:03:58.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not?</title><content type='html'>I am a person who thinks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether this started after I became a debater or it was in me all along.&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, for almost everything I do, everything I say, I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know is it just me or does everyone do it as well. &lt;br /&gt;If someone does, do tell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the questions that always come to mind whenever I think about what I did or say will be,&lt;br /&gt;'Is it necessary?'&lt;br /&gt;'Why am I doing this?'&lt;br /&gt;'Should I say that just now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, being a typical third speaker, my mind ends up, naturally start to answer those questions. Trying hard to justify myself to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very complicated mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I do not know what I was doing, probably pondering about this, it started to dawn on me.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly how to answer those questions.&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because I can&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time, I try so hard, for who knows what reason, to justify myself again and again.&lt;br /&gt;And it can get really frustrating at times.&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder at times why on earth do I have such a complex mind.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just not care and take things as it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. It hit me one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time, I try to care less, of course it's not something I can do after a moment of epiphany. But I'm trying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to have a reason for everything I do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to answer to people why do I want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to justify my acts yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to care about what people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do all those things,&lt;br /&gt;Because I Can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to refer to what Brendon Urie sang in the song I Have Friends In Holy Spaces, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nscblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dancingrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 428px;" src="http://www.nscblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dancingrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sudden urge to do this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-3792748003666668459?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3792748003666668459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=3792748003666668459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3792748003666668459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3792748003666668459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-not.html' title='Why not?'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-6749933797707127772</id><published>2010-04-04T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:14:31.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wish you are a kite?</title><content type='html'>So really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone ever look up the sky, saw a few kites flying high, and thought, man I wish I'm a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was walking to the playground near my house and I saw kites soaring in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then dawn on me, how awesome would it be if I were a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an optimistic point of view,&lt;br /&gt;You get to soar high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind in your face.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the air surround you, upholding you, not letting you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the freedom there is up there.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all carefree.&lt;br /&gt;No anger.&lt;br /&gt;No sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Just blank.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3427499895_daab1cdd70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 418px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3427499895_daab1cdd70.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes really. Complications are caused upon ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, influencing factors are the people around you, your environment.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, you yourself caused these things to influence you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;You only have yourself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if we really just want to not care, do whatever we want, living in a world that consist of only the things you want, you can never go on in life.&lt;br /&gt;You can never succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the whole world runs of self pressure. Be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing to master here is, &lt;br /&gt;How much self induce pressure is good?&lt;br /&gt;And how much is too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at times when you feel like it's too much to handle,&lt;br /&gt;besides praying,&lt;br /&gt;think of yourself as a kite.&lt;br /&gt;Soaring high up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Without an ounce of care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, besides praying of course, is the closest we can get into feeling that calm, serene feeling in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are other instant, man made and short term happiness available.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;Not in excessive use anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brainandspinalcord.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/alcohol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.brainandspinalcord.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/alcohol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://distanceisnotabarrier.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/smoking-marijuana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 413px; height: 310px;" src="http://distanceisnotabarrier.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/smoking-marijuana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this isn't ciggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-6749933797707127772?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6749933797707127772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=6749933797707127772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6749933797707127772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6749933797707127772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-ever-wish-you-are-kite.html' title='Do you ever wish you are a kite?'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3427499895_daab1cdd70_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7320215692427690316</id><published>2010-03-31T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:09:50.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about now?</title><content type='html'>It's exactly 1:09 AM according to the time on my laptop and I am updating my blog now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why exactly? Because Johan Shah whatever his other names are ask me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said give me a topic and I shall write. And the topic, I don't know why, is regarding children in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he read about Africa, or Jacob Zuma's visit to UK or Angelina Jolie wanting to adopt again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he read, but it must have triggered him to ask me to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone doesn't eat finish his/her food, someone will most probably say, hey, think of the children in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go on, let me correct everyone who ever said that sentence. Africa, is a continent. Not a country. Many people get that confused and assume that the whole of Africa is in poverty with majority of the population having AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not true. South Africa is not a poor country. In fact, it is quite rich. It is a place filled with many fair skin people actually and for goodness sake, the world cup is being held there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually think the world cup will be held at a country with most houses being made out of sun dried mud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eva-fund.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/africa_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 578px;" src="http://www.eva-fund.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/africa_map.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the country at the bottom? That's south Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to actually be more accurate, people should say, Think bout the people in EAST Africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People know that the children there live a very hard life.&lt;br /&gt;But that's all they know, they do not know it in detail.&lt;br /&gt;They do not know exactly how bad and sad and torturous their lives are liviing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the point of food,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that chicken is considered luxury food there?&lt;br /&gt;And after so you still gotta kill it yourself and pluck the feathers out. &lt;br /&gt;Their daily food consist on green bananas and some thing call Posho made from corn flour. Daily, they have to to and buy a plastic sack of milk and it has to be bought and drank immediately or else it will go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, chicken is a daily meal and only endangered animals are known as luxury food. And even that we sometimes waste it still. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://calvinscl.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 675px;" src="http://calvinscl.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/chicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagining grabbing this and killing it and plucking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that 20% of African children do not even get to live pass the age of 6?&lt;br /&gt;And here we have all the emo people lying around cutting themselves going, I wanna die. I don't wanna live. Why? Cause my girlfriend dump me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children in Africa want to live but they do not get the chance and here you see people jumping off buildings and overdosing on sleeping pills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, think of the children who wants a life while you are so willingly giving it away to the road 29 floors below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.evangelicaloutreach.org/pic10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.evangelicaloutreach.org/pic10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you do not go to heaven. You go to hell. And it's illegal to commit suicide so if you phail to die, you get charged. And if you do die, your property gets seized if I'm not mistaken. Then what about the people in your will who gets your property? They will be left homeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that school is expensive there? &lt;br /&gt;Even when a new law has been passed in Uganda giving children free education for primary, many still do not go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because the mother has to pay the teacher extra just so that her son can sit at the front of the class and pay another extra to make the teacher mark the son's papers?&lt;br /&gt;And here we are complaining about going to school. A school that has fans in classrooms, air conditioning and a sports centre for our leisure. &lt;br /&gt;Imagining yourself in a classroom with about a 100 students with probably no fans and then start to think whether you wanna complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/1/2/5/3/ar119101314735218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 404px; height: 379px;" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/1/2/5/3/ar119101314735218.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Our school don't look exactly like this. But you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to get out of the slums is to get an education, which is not very easy here or be like your Aunt Maria who goes around making friends with the rich white men around in hopes of them taking you in as a live in girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, life in East Africa isn't good. It isn't enjoyable. It isn't fun. Life there basically is terrible. Young girls get gang rape, children die, children get infected by Malaria which is the number one killer in East Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life there sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time before you want to complain, think, there is always someone else way worse than you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 :05 am now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this Johan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7320215692427690316?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7320215692427690316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7320215692427690316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7320215692427690316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7320215692427690316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-about-now.html' title='What about now?'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-5654765698206612874</id><published>2010-03-30T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:18:26.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are 4 types of whales people catch for certain reasons.</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, have no idea what to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;Blogging is quite dull now as there really is sometimes nothing much to write at all but at the same time, you just feel like writing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should I write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write bout:&lt;br /&gt;a) My birthday&lt;br /&gt;b) What I did last week&lt;br /&gt;c) How I wish all teachers are like the GLEE teacher whatever his name is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I shall talk about me getting my licence. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not gotten my licence yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;I have not even gotten my L yet. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I really really really need my licence, I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Go to Sean's house without taking a cab. &lt;br /&gt;b) Stay at my own house when my parents are not around instead of staying at my aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;c) Go to more places without hassling my parents.&lt;br /&gt;d) Go to more places without hassling my friend's parents.&lt;br /&gt;e) Go out more. :)&lt;br /&gt;f) Go on more spontaneous trips. :):)&lt;br /&gt;g) Go explore the whole of KL. :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why I really need my licence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,When I do reach the stage of my driving test, I am and shall not bribe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sentence is particularly aim at a certain friend of mine with a very beautiful car. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may fail, but at least I fail with integrity. :)&lt;br /&gt;Instead of passing by cheat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note,&lt;br /&gt;I very very like David Guetta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/4833896/David+Guetta+DavidGuetta02big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 664px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/4833896/David+Guetta+DavidGuetta02big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he may look slightly geeky in the Memories video. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5654765698206612874?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5654765698206612874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5654765698206612874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5654765698206612874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5654765698206612874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-4-types-of-whales-people.html' title='There are 4 types of whales people catch for certain reasons.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-1277151531795108367</id><published>2010-03-14T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:48:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Talk Force Unit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lord helps those who help themselves.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above statement has justified many events in my life and the most recent one being the Dato' CQ Teo Debate Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team did not practice at all for 2 whole weeks due to first term exams and there I was praying and hoping we win it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought well, it isn't our fault we didn't practice. We had exams! We do not have a choice.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought God will still help us win this thing cause it's not like we DIDN'T wanna practice, it's that we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it never occur to me until now that just cause we didn't practice, that does not mean no one else did. It does not mean that Sri Permata didn't work their ass off training and it clearly does not mean KGV didn't train hard for this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me to actually ask God to give us this win, is to actually deprive other schools who obviously worked even harder than us, a chance to win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is very selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came to accept the fact we didn't win, I came to accept the fact that we didn't break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never wants the worse for anyone and so I know that this competition is just a lesson. A lesson telling us and teaching us that you can't and won't go far without training, without practicing. If you want it badly, you've gotta work hard for it. &lt;br /&gt;And God will do the rest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this competition isn't the end, it is merely a learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, we the team, we Catholic High School Debate Team as a whole, pledge, okay, we didn't really pledge, but sort of made a personal promise, that we will do well the next competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will put in our tears and sweat and if needed, blood to the next competition. &lt;br /&gt;We're not going to slack off.&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to find pathetic excuses to not practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna do all that we can, and God will do the rest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since new year is a little too far off, my birthday resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that after all the sacrifices and time I put into this whole debate thing, it will be a terrible waste to not achieve anything. &lt;br /&gt;Sure, we did achieve a few things which we truly are grateful to God for, but we can do better. We must do better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Never am I going to defend status quo as Government or be dumbstruck by a topic such as THBT the NATO should not interfere with Kabul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna read up, research and remember all that I've read till I can have a one hour long conversation bout NATO alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do this. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1277151531795108367?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1277151531795108367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1277151531795108367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1277151531795108367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1277151531795108367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/03/serious-talk-force-unit.html' title='Serious Talk Force Unit'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-5890313119509520569</id><published>2010-02-10T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:25:46.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curl your upper lip and let me look around, ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bit down.</title><content type='html'>Butterfly by Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day was in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.phoenixnewtimes.com/uponsun/green%20day(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 438px;" src="http://blogs.phoenixnewtimes.com/uponsun/green%20day(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was Boys Like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.primary.uk.com/bandpix/boys_girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 395px;" src="http://www.primary.uk.com/bandpix/boys_girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse went last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCSIyT3cQxY/SmnIYPg6ExI/AAAAAAAAEq8/_OD9eP1zxLc/s320/United_States_of_Eurasia_Lyrics_Video_Muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCSIyT3cQxY/SmnIYPg6ExI/AAAAAAAAEq8/_OD9eP1zxLc/s320/United_States_of_Eurasia_Lyrics_Video_Muse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore is going to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onlineseats.com/upload/concerts/3210_con_Paramore3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.onlineseats.com/upload/concerts/3210_con_Paramore3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers was suppose to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.ocweekly.com/heardmentality/killers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://blogs.ocweekly.com/heardmentality/killers2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must international artiste know Singapore and not Malaysia? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, if anyone great is going to Singapore after SPM, I'm gonna go down.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm gonna walk, drive, fly to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not too big of a fan, I'm still gonna go down.&lt;br /&gt;For a) The experience&lt;br /&gt;    b) It's after SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pricey but then again, what's money compare to an awesome experience right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Artiste whom I will wanna watch them perform would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jewishjournal.com/images/bloggers_auto/britney_spears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.jewishjournal.com/images/bloggers_auto/britney_spears.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/stranger2003/justin-timberlake-rankin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/stranger2003/justin-timberlake-rankin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms-N4xKPt4I/SqWMTGp1lII/AAAAAAAAAIo/K4BgdoZ3lr0/S1600-R/293_lady_gaga_022609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 473px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms-N4xKPt4I/SqWMTGp1lII/AAAAAAAAAIo/K4BgdoZ3lr0/S1600-R/293_lady_gaga_022609.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maxdunbar.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/coldplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 300px;" src="http://maxdunbar.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/coldplay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney would never come to Malaysia. :(&lt;br /&gt;Gaga and Coldplay already went to Singapore last year. :(&lt;br /&gt;So that leaves Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Justin. Do come. Even if it's Singapore please come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5890313119509520569?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5890313119509520569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5890313119509520569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5890313119509520569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5890313119509520569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/02/curl-your-upper-lip-and-let-me-look.html' title='Curl your upper lip and let me look around, ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bit down.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCSIyT3cQxY/SmnIYPg6ExI/AAAAAAAAEq8/_OD9eP1zxLc/s72-c/United_States_of_Eurasia_Lyrics_Video_Muse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-6214240390767817888</id><published>2010-02-07T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:13:29.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not know who invented the high heels, but all women owe him alot. -Marilyn Monroe-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/6c/c/AAAAAui-fpoAAAAAAGzDJA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 300px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/6c/c/AAAAAui-fpoAAAAAAGzDJA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poleexercise.co.uk/wordpress/wp-content/themes/poleexercise/images/blog/knee-high-boots-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.poleexercise.co.uk/wordpress/wp-content/themes/poleexercise/images/blog/knee-high-boots-500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/vLpUF1ynXxnA9Gk8wXXRLtUAS6O60AlBwbkR8g3QFOCseaR2rRl2acHFBWh0KdyUyCVfkWhmzDj7FKmUXLSBxCkPUKRNGF3D/Stiletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/vLpUF1ynXxnA9Gk8wXXRLtUAS6O60AlBwbkR8g3QFOCseaR2rRl2acHFBWh0KdyUyCVfkWhmzDj7FKmUXLSBxCkPUKRNGF3D/Stiletto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, You gotta Thank God for giving man the brains to create these. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all during Merentas Desa. &lt;br /&gt;And to those who's placing got screwed up, you'll get your medal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-6214240390767817888?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6214240390767817888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=6214240390767817888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6214240390767817888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6214240390767817888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-do-not-know-who-invented-high-heels.html' title='I do not know who invented the high heels, but all women owe him alot. -Marilyn Monroe-'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-5675870104001912246</id><published>2010-01-31T11:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:25:50.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y'/><title type='text'>Miss Independent, We are finally free tonight</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've updated this thing till I doubt anyone would read this. &lt;br /&gt;But I'll write something anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January. What have I done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st January.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great Japanese lunch at One World. &lt;br /&gt;Finally bought my TopShop dress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th January.&lt;br /&gt;School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3e/Ne-Yo_-_Closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3e/Ne-Yo_-_Closer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Ne-Yo with Karthiik. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Karthiik! :)&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo was so sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHWmwmhATnU/So1sGcc6Y4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Qi17LQZyVp0/s400/got+talent+or+not.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHWmwmhATnU/So1sGcc6Y4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Qi17LQZyVp0/s400/got+talent+or+not.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decimal won 2nd place at The Library's Got Talent Or Not Contest.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/S2UBGCnbsHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/I4O8V2g5J2o/s1600-h/sushi+king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/S2UBGCnbsHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/I4O8V2g5J2o/s400/sushi+king.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432749728785477746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Camp Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2009/5/16/lifefocus/f_04grandiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2009/5/16/lifefocus/f_04grandiva.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in Tutus at KL pac.&lt;br /&gt;Ditch CK and Johan for this and therefore, owe them one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Kimberly's farewell party for Grandfather's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd January.&lt;br /&gt;Father's birthday. He was not around. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/S2UD6HxgfiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/No12klJi5PA/s1600-h/debate+workshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/S2UD6HxgfiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/No12klJi5PA/s400/debate+workshop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432752822546365986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar's Debate Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probationer Seminar at Sri Aman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th January.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Dad's belated birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rfgb6nZSGo/Sqk30JEB4EI/AAAAAAAABz8/HcqF-BaOVa8/s400/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rfgb6nZSGo/Sqk30JEB4EI/AAAAAAAABz8/HcqF-BaOVa8/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go on that day itself. Talk bout spontaneous. &lt;br /&gt;Went with Carmen, JesCee, Rachel, Chelsea, David, CK, Johan, RD. (His full name is too long)&lt;br /&gt;Boys like girls were fine. Just fine.&lt;br /&gt;But the the people I was with was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to endure 5 hours of Undang talk but it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;potong steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. I think that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't miss out anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've read Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5675870104001912246?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5675870104001912246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5675870104001912246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5675870104001912246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5675870104001912246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-independent-we-are-finally-free.html' title='Miss Independent, We are finally free tonight'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHWmwmhATnU/So1sGcc6Y4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Qi17LQZyVp0/s72-c/got+talent+or+not.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-5896808497576915481</id><published>2009-12-30T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:19:07.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My current obsession</title><content type='html'>Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot have happen in the holidays and therefore, I'm sorta mass blogging. In Yu Li's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone who knows me well enough knows that I love all things fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes, bags, accessories, dresses. You name it, I want it or already have it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have something for shoes, specifically, heels. There is something about it that is so irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://webpages.scu.edu/ftp/lbiddle/images/high-heels.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 287px;" src="http://webpages.scu.edu/ftp/lbiddle/images/high-heels.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just agree?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year, I have this sudden love for dresses. I want more and more. And I don't look like I'm gonna stop liking it anytime soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.therosedress.com/dresses/nx2/nx1-dresses-gowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 394px;" src="http://www.therosedress.com/dresses/nx2/nx1-dresses-gowns.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind owning so many. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have this thing for jackets.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, jackets.&lt;br /&gt;I bought one right before HK and it just continued. I started buying again and again and again. &lt;br /&gt;From that day that started my obsession, I've currently bought, 4. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not planning to stop either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.new-pony.com/steampunk/MilitaryJackets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 495px;" src="http://www.new-pony.com/steampunk/MilitaryJackets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, fashion. You gotta owe it to the designers for doing such a great favor for all girls and guys out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5896808497576915481?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5896808497576915481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5896808497576915481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5896808497576915481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5896808497576915481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-current-obsession.html' title='My current obsession'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-5843492253464614221</id><published>2009-12-30T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:53:48.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've been blogging and I've got to say my December is quite busy and happening. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not complaining at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been to Hong Kong and Singapore recently and I have to say it is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Like really.&lt;br /&gt;If you have not been to any of those countries before, well, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two countries are awesome, so awesome, so very very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because the main thing I did in those two countries is shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shopping. Glorious shopping. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever have that so happy feeling, the euphoric feeling?&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I can ever remember, I actually am satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied that I don't feel the urge in walking in stores anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this sentence coming from me is rare. As rare as me wanting to study during the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update on my HK more specifically when I have uploaded the pictures in my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I would do it right now, but&lt;br /&gt;a)I have no idea where is my dad's DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;b)Even if I know where it is, it is quite intimidating to touch it because any new thing of my dad's immediately will be promoted to being his second wife.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever come close to laying a dirty, unsanitize hand on it, it's like writing a death wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides wonderful shopping, my social life have also gone up a notch. &lt;br /&gt;Made many new friends in the holidays, specifically December.&lt;br /&gt;The people are so nice and easy to talk to that you just click immediately. &lt;br /&gt;Sadly, friends like these I'm afraid will lose touch even if I don't want to. :(&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I enjoyed my time with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say this holidays are all ups and no downs. There are a few downs but hopefully, everything will turn out alright. Almost everything did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people don't like pictureless blogposts but well, if you don't wanna read it then just don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, my holidays have been great. Awesome. Wicked. Wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5843492253464614221?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5843492253464614221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5843492253464614221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5843492253464614221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5843492253464614221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-8060213427469574542</id><published>2009-12-16T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:15:27.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sy8udf6j90I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PGO7qqoIGgk/s1600-h/wen+min+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sy8udf6j90I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PGO7qqoIGgk/s400/wen+min+and+i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417599961068205890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wen Min for the invite. &lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;And met loads of nice people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-8060213427469574542?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8060213427469574542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=8060213427469574542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8060213427469574542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8060213427469574542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sy8udf6j90I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PGO7qqoIGgk/s72-c/wen+min+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-8395224245616760945</id><published>2009-12-07T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:51:13.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Coca Cola, Open Happiness</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Everyone knows Coca Cola and everyone loves it. If you don't, you either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Have not been drinking the right way&lt;br /&gt;b) Have something wrong with your taste buds&lt;br /&gt;c) Are weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all poor Coca Cola haters out there, this is how I love to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, take an empty glass or cup, preferably transparent because that way you can see the beauty of coca cola.&lt;br /&gt;Fill the glass/cup with ice. Fill it to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;Then take a can of coca cola out from the fridge, yes, the coca cola has to be chilled.&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;Pour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part, savor it. Take a big sip, let it trickle down your throat and let your body enjoy the ever so sinfully wonderful drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freedigitalphotos.net/image/s_coca-cola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://freedigitalphotos.net/image/s_coca-cola.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it! You will definitely not regret it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sxyn0JtkK7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-MOzhdK79MI/s1600-h/drinking-coca-cola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sxyn0JtkK7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-MOzhdK79MI/s400/drinking-coca-cola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412385366594562994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Even Polar Bears drink it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides it being so awesome to drink, it has awesome advertisements as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember the advertisement 'The Other Side Of Coca Cola'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, go youtube and check it out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, okay, not so recently, Coca Cola launch a new advertisement famously known as, 'BRRRR'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know about it, you are a frog living under a rock, in a shell, in a well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little while before that they composed a new Coca Cola song called Open Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stars the sexy Travis from Gym Class Heroes and the even sexier Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.netweed.com/prohiphop/graf/open-happiness-travis-brendan-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 641px;" src="http://www.netweed.com/prohiphop/graf/open-happiness-travis-brendan-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video, is just, so Coca Cola-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch and see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It's wickedly awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cxfkg3RaRjs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cxfkg3RaRjs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-8395224245616760945?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8395224245616760945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=8395224245616760945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8395224245616760945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8395224245616760945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/12/open-coca-cola-open-happiness.html' title='Open Coca Cola, Open Happiness'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sxyn0JtkK7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-MOzhdK79MI/s72-c/drinking-coca-cola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-1655911856596676466</id><published>2009-11-24T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:27:46.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Cempaka, LRTs and something called Prata</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to hate Maxis Broadband right now for disconnecting me all the time but then again I wonder is it my fault. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I had real fun yesterday. Though tiring and my toes were real angry at me yesterday, it was all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, CHS had a friendly debate match with Cempaka International, Cheras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to limited transport, we all reached Cempaka one hour early. And because of that, the guard wouldn't let us in. I know he is doing a really really good job, but come on, 3 teenagers, what can we possibly do, bomb your school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.h4x3d.com/feat/themes/bomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://www.h4x3d.com/feat/themes/bomb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we end up walking one whole kilometre( according to Sean's iPhone) to some Chinese hawker stall that serves food a tad bit more expensive than normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chilling and resting my toes and of course eating, we walked back one whole km to their school which by the way, is located up on a hill, isolated. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media1.malaysiakini.com/191/a67613c4af44968f9d48a57da089d73b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 242px;" src="http://media1.malaysiakini.com/191/a67613c4af44968f9d48a57da089d73b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We debated 2 rounds and ended around 2 plus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that CHS won both rounds. :)&lt;br /&gt;But of course the Cempaka debaters didn't do that bad either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we decided to head back to Sean's house. Since Cheras and Subang isn't too say very near each other, we took cabs and LRTs just to get back. On our way back, Ahmed tole us it is pointless trying to beat the rush hour and therefore decided to bring us to this place that serves awesome Indian food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ordered something called Prata(I think it is spelled this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/1851179743_fd9ca5e4d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/1851179743_fd9ca5e4d5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it tasted good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed also bought this round food ball thingy that in Aaron's word taste orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is the first time I ever heard of this word.&lt;br /&gt;The word apparently came from the word orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, it means it is real awesomely satisfying. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that orgasmic tea time, we all finally, after I don't know how long, reached Sean's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this post, I would like to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhao Feng and the Cempaka debaters for the wonderful time. We should do it again sometime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and Aaron for accompanying me all the way and being real protective over me like a big brother. Even though I'm the older one. &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and also for willingly paying for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed for introducing me to Prata. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I am thanking people now, I shall also thank Jason for giving me the chance to paintball on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Karthiik for fetching us around on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Eileen, Briyana, Gabriel, Jerica, Dimplejit and the girl who has the same bag as me but I can't remember your name, sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Thank you God so much for blessing me with so many nice friends and for making me not wear 4 inch yesterday or else in Carmen's word, will be pain till can die. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1655911856596676466?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1655911856596676466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1655911856596676466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1655911856596676466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1655911856596676466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-cempaka-lrts-and-something-called.html' title='Of Cempaka, LRTs and something called Prata'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/1851179743_fd9ca5e4d5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7693974705636065376</id><published>2009-11-18T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:57:31.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we all know that Christmas is a month away and the whole Christmas mood is slowly building inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am complaining at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole Christmas atmosphere. It just feels so happy, like being in Disneyland. You just cannot be sad. It's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the main purpose of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. And I love attending all the Chritsmas presentations. It's just so nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post is more to the materialistic side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I am a materialistic person. Not that I need everything branded. (I love Bangsar shopping and recently am venturing into online shopping)but more of the fact that I love owning things. I love owning things that look so good and gives you the desire to want it when you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the right timing, right price and perhaps right country, I will hopefully, get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are many things I want. A lot of things actually. But of all the things I want, there are 2 which stands out. Not because it is extra pretty, but because it is extra expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ioffer.com/img/item/107/604/775/TclCFDvrq9B5LDi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px; height: 435px;" src="http://www.ioffer.com/img/item/107/604/775/TclCFDvrq9B5LDi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Ban Aviator sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Ban, after all, has been voted as the brand which creates the best aviator.&lt;br /&gt;And who can deny that?&lt;br /&gt;But to me, I think the best would be the gold frame one.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo pretty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you actually bother to notice, every celebrity that wears aviators, and I mean every, wears Ray Ban specifically. Not any other brand, but Ray Ban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess other brands can do as well. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But but. Ray Ban's one is nicer! And sadly, way more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Even Emporio Armani isn't as expensive. :(&lt;br /&gt;But Emporio's is also gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour has one.&lt;br /&gt;So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iaccessory.ca/images/stylus-pen-iphone-itouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://iaccessory.ca/images/stylus-pen-iphone-itouch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard there's a 3rd generation one now.&lt;br /&gt;And it costs, well, around 800, plus?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;But what actually stirred me into wanting one is mainly cause I have the oldest ipod in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 2nd gen ipod nano.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it doesn't serve me well, but even my younger sister has a newer one than mine.&lt;br /&gt;And I also wouldn't mind a nano, but the fact that the 5th gen nano isn't nice really isn't helping me.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want a shuffle nor a video.&lt;br /&gt;So a touch is the only answer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 presents may be a little out of reach but a girl can dream right?&lt;br /&gt;And like I said, with the right timing, right price and right country, it will be mine. Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I suddenly lose interest in it then that's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The more realistic things I want for Christmas would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.topshop.com/wcsstore/TopShop/images/catalog/10B23VBLK_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 250px;" src="http://media.topshop.com/wcsstore/TopShop/images/catalog/10B23VBLK_normal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This specific sequin lace dress from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another dress, yes, again from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love dresses and Topshop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say that Topshop's lace line for this season is oh so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I go to Hong Kong, I wanna, wanna, wanna buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.supplierlist.com/photo_images/56078/ralph_lauren_mens_big_pony_polo_shirts-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.supplierlist.com/photo_images/56078/ralph_lauren_mens_big_pony_polo_shirts-white.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically number 3 and white with the big horse and the number in dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;This is because I like the shirt and Carmen told me it is cheaper there.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much cheaper, but if it's reasonable enough, I'll get it. If it is not, then I'll let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoewawa.com/thigh-high-boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.shoewawa.com/thigh-high-boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/shoes/1/0/q/U/ankle_boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/shoes/1/0/q/U/ankle_boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it knee high or ankle, I want a pair.&lt;br /&gt;I know knee high isn't exactly very versatile to wear in Malaysia, but you know, I can wear it when I visit other chilly countries. Or maybe in a few years time when I go overseas and study or screw Malaysian weather and wear it here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want a tutu dress. It not necessary need to be from Hong Kong, but I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flyingsaucer.typepad.com/photos/me/tutuskirt1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 450px;" src="http://flyingsaucer.typepad.com/photos/me/tutuskirt1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one in this boutique called Paperdoll or something like that. Soo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are currently, the things I want for Christmas. Of course I know I wouldn't get them all by the end of this year but getting it next year would be fine as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7693974705636065376?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7693974705636065376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7693974705636065376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7693974705636065376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7693974705636065376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-3987894269788711541</id><published>2009-11-11T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:44:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found it.</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being MIA for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;A blog can only be updated if there is the motivation to, and of course if there is something to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I'm here now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I went to school the other day, the day after Chelsea won ManU. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IN YOUR FACE MANCHESTER UNITED FANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was and still am happy over Chelsea's victory. And just for further information, I'm not a huge Chelsea fan. I basically support anyone BUT Manchester United. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I want to talk about in this post is regarding this whole fan club I have not known existed right under my nose and that is the Arsenal fan club. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not any other Arsenal fan club but 4s8 class Arsenal fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://volunteering.city.ac.uk/cms/site/images/arsenal-logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 447px;" src="http://volunteering.city.ac.uk/cms/site/images/arsenal-logo.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I support Arsenal and yes Arsenal's rankings are above ManU.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that there are many many Arsenal fans in my class. Like before I knew they were fans, I only know like 3 people who like Arsenal. Like seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad isn't it? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay! Cause I have new found Arsenal fans now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have more people to talk Arsenal about. Though I gotta admit I don't really know much bout them. Besides the fact they have awesome players like Fabregas and Asharvin. Now I don't even know did I spell their name right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, to be honest, I don't even watch football. &lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm a hypocrite, But it's just cause it's such a long and tedious game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like amoeba trying to carry out, what's that? binary fission or something. &lt;br /&gt;No kidding. It's exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/uncyclopedia/images/thumb/2/2a/Ameoba.jpg/250px-Ameoba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/uncyclopedia/images/thumb/2/2a/Ameoba.jpg/250px-Ameoba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both take a really really long time and gives you much false hope as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amoeba takes a super long time twisting and turning, forming the cleavage furrow thing I think? Giving you hope thinking that okay, maybe it's gonna break. But no. It continues twisting and turning again and again that you just give up watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this cause my biology teacher was showing us the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I gave up watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's exactly the same with football.&lt;br /&gt;You watch them kicking and kicking and many times having misses. So they continue kicking and kicking again till they finally score a goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the day, you stay up all the way till 3am, watching a minimum of 90 minutes of ball kicking, to see 3 or 4 goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I know it's not easy playing football. I've tried before, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sorry. I guess I have no patience. &lt;br /&gt;So my father and I result in watching the highlights. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. I've came to the conclusion that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a football game is like watching an amoeba trying to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3218308671_ccbd0ff692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 449px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3218308671_ccbd0ff692.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of this picture is courtesy of Carmen. &lt;br /&gt;No surprise there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-3987894269788711541?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3987894269788711541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=3987894269788711541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3987894269788711541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3987894269788711541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-found-it.html' title='I found it.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3218308671_ccbd0ff692_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7778019736350867581</id><published>2009-11-03T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:25:34.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh. Come closer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I tell you something dirty?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can Tyson. Yes you can. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7778019736350867581?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7778019736350867581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7778019736350867581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7778019736350867581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7778019736350867581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/11/shh-come-closer.html' title='Shh. Come closer.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-8027455761050310344</id><published>2009-11-01T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:30:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar, Spice and sadly not everything nice</title><content type='html'>Hey people! &lt;br /&gt;So for the past 2 days many things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I go on any further, Happy belated teenager/youth day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. There is such day. And that day was Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my class, being so bonded and all, throwed a food party!&lt;br /&gt;We all bought food and bring it all to the bio lab to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;There were nuggets, chipsmore, oreos, candy and drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a special thanks to our form teacher for celebrating this auspicious event with us and letting us eat in bio lab. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after that, Peter brought us to Putra World Trade Centre to attend this criminalize war exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Su0omfS55iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SpW_Ub7EDlk/s1600-h/ci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Su0omfS55iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SpW_Ub7EDlk/s400/ci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399016169988023842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture courtesy of Wen Min as I couldn't find any picture regading the exhibition on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this exhibition, you will really learn how cruel the world can be. How it seems like war is the only option when it's not. &lt;br /&gt;Now with what's happening, you gotta pity Obama and his predicaments.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is pressuring him to do 2 different things and it's not easy to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quote Carmen, Don't be President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did aerobics! &lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped out at my church carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to AAR! &lt;br /&gt;No pictures cause I didn't bring my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson is by far the quirkiest performer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore a native American hat during the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crawls on the floor the same way a guy would picture a girl doing in a room.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He licked the guitar strings.&lt;br /&gt;No kidding. I saw him do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did entertain the crowd well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, 3 events in a day which include exercising in the morning, walking most of the time in the canival, and standing for a few hours during AAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led me to having back ache and leg pain right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. I had a wonderful week this week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-8027455761050310344?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8027455761050310344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=8027455761050310344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8027455761050310344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8027455761050310344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/11/sugar-spice-and-sadly-not-everything.html' title='Sugar, Spice and sadly not everything nice'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Su0omfS55iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SpW_Ub7EDlk/s72-c/ci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-3652093700383186228</id><published>2009-10-28T18:41:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:03:11.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue - Land of the rising sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SuhA4mW9VYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/162yt3ZJ8CU/s1600-h/IMGP0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SuhA4mW9VYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/162yt3ZJ8CU/s400/IMGP0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397635494517233026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of free time and I believe today my photos will upload fast(please God),&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to update on my Japan trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know. Long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we started of with the wonderful sakura flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And baby, were they beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugiAGkSWmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/n4T2JdqXQl4/s1600-h/IMGP0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugiAGkSWmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/n4T2JdqXQl4/s400/IMGP0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397601538561694306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugjZ5q9ieI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zM95V7-qxo8/s1600-h/IMGP0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugjZ5q9ieI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zM95V7-qxo8/s400/IMGP0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397603081288255970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugkcTGwTAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HMbOWNLkOq4/s1600-h/IMGP0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugkcTGwTAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HMbOWNLkOq4/s400/IMGP0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397604221987081218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugmL5tuf9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/skleEbfmO24/s1600-h/IMGP0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugmL5tuf9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/skleEbfmO24/s400/IMGP0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397606139316568018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugnnwDr9RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b60CtmKEL9M/s1600-h/IMGP0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugnnwDr9RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b60CtmKEL9M/s400/IMGP0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397607717272286482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugpGcv-ZMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CrUDV4JiXRU/s1600-h/IMGP0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugpGcv-ZMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CrUDV4JiXRU/s400/IMGP0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397609344176907458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugqdpqjHfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3EQ3IYvGPEA/s1600-h/IMGP0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugqdpqjHfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3EQ3IYvGPEA/s400/IMGP0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397610842292428274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric lights parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sugr5Ba164I/AAAAAAAAAWs/MeAxOIAqftU/s1600-h/IMGP0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sugr5Ba164I/AAAAAAAAAWs/MeAxOIAqftU/s400/IMGP0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397612412037098370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Cinderella's Castle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;DisneySea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sugt1kjXKUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ThLnnjmLAZg/s1600-h/IMGP0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sugt1kjXKUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ThLnnjmLAZg/s400/IMGP0301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397614551771851074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ride is call the Tower of Terror.&lt;br /&gt;It is the best ride in DisneySea.&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew what this ride was, I told myself, I wouldn't mind living in a mansion like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sugw3twN_UI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jyX05blcu0Y/s1600-h/IMGP0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sugw3twN_UI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jyX05blcu0Y/s400/IMGP0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397617887136316738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugytrTumSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Q4jTZ4xlyBw/s1600-h/IMGP0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SugytrTumSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Q4jTZ4xlyBw/s400/IMGP0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397619913704511778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug0ZAF9Z6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/8qKY2RHYAL4/s1600-h/IMGP0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug0ZAF9Z6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/8qKY2RHYAL4/s400/IMGP0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397621757529909154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Yokohama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug1wHcaQ2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/euFiCCsjuHQ/s1600-h/IMGP0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug1wHcaQ2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/euFiCCsjuHQ/s400/IMGP0356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397623254151742306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug2_DOlZlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0F2ItCfvmW0/s1600-h/IMGP0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug2_DOlZlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0F2ItCfvmW0/s400/IMGP0377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397624610229675602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;Kanazawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug4VSy_ZkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1qhu5qDEFsE/s1600-h/IMGP0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug4VSy_ZkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1qhu5qDEFsE/s400/IMGP0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397626091877656130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh sashimi people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug9dLgrskI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xnxNNAAfB20/s1600-h/IMGP0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug9dLgrskI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xnxNNAAfB20/s400/IMGP0431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397631724918911554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual post card photo!&lt;br /&gt;Except obviously without me sister and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug_cWtHK-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/bYABYVBkg7M/s1600-h/IMGP0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sug_cWtHK-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/bYABYVBkg7M/s400/IMGP0486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633909767220194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is so lag. I can only update half way. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-3652093700383186228?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3652093700383186228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=3652093700383186228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3652093700383186228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3652093700383186228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/overdue-land-of-rising-sun.html' title='Overdue - Land of the rising sun'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SuhA4mW9VYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/162yt3ZJ8CU/s72-c/IMGP0563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-773463173575172970</id><published>2009-10-28T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:33:17.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalalala Life is Wonderful - Jason Mraz-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/3806303798_56876df9f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/3806303798_56876df9f6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' I'm building the world myself and putting new hats on everybody one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go out, I'm gonna have people in tutus,&lt;br /&gt;cops wearing sombreros,&lt;br /&gt;stockbrokers with viking hats,&lt;br /&gt;priests with panties on their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world I'm building, everybody shouts hello to everybody else from their car windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have speakers attached to their chests that pour out music so you can tell from a distance what mood they're in, and they won't be too chicken to get naked when the rain comes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From 'LET ME STAND ALONE: THE JOURNALS OF RACHEL CORRIE'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know another Rachel is like me.&lt;br /&gt;It's also nice to know Jason Mraz shares the same view too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-773463173575172970?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/773463173575172970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=773463173575172970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/773463173575172970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/773463173575172970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/lalalalalala-life-is-wonderful-jason.html' title='Lalalalalala Life is Wonderful - Jason Mraz-'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/3806303798_56876df9f6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-8100977787713379762</id><published>2009-10-24T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:49:15.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-8100977787713379762?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8100977787713379762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=8100977787713379762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8100977787713379762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8100977787713379762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-i-dont-know-what-else-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7950643646607708554</id><published>2009-10-17T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:16:21.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sing with me.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;Scream in the rain with me.&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy with me.&lt;br /&gt;Party with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally baby, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote Boys Like Girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause we are finally free, tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7950643646607708554?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7950643646607708554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7950643646607708554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7950643646607708554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7950643646607708554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/sing-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-7781104532105709172</id><published>2009-10-08T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:00:01.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day my sister was singing the song Freedom from the D&amp;G ad when it dawn on me. That song really suit all Catholic High students since well, after one whole month of exams, yea! we definitely deserve Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. For any Catholic High student whose birthday falls after the exams, the best present to give them is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.swide.com/filemanager/BlogImage/bellezza/fragrances/Perfume_Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 710px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.swide.com/filemanager/BlogImage/bellezza/fragrances/Perfume_Main.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those whose birthday have not pass yet, cross your fingers and hope for it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7781104532105709172?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7781104532105709172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7781104532105709172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7781104532105709172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7781104532105709172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-1094976908759900220</id><published>2009-10-06T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:35:35.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna, I wanna, I wanna do a lot of things</title><content type='html'>Hey People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since exams started I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have not been updating my blog&lt;br /&gt;-Have been deprived of sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Wonder how much more words can fit into my brain&lt;br /&gt;-Have been counting down the days&lt;br /&gt;-Have been finding every non exam day a day to enjoy and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. Now there are two more days of exam and I am so looking forward to it being over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the fact that when the results come out it may not be the best.&lt;br /&gt;Screw the fact that one part of my Chinese paper I wrote the whole thing almost wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;Screw the fact that I very likely will fail Additional Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it all, pray hard and go out and enjoy like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I wanna do after exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Ssrxx6BZfkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XmmjkOvZJcQ/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Ssrxx6BZfkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XmmjkOvZJcQ/s400/Singapore+and+I+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389385743793225282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Find a function I can dressed up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Ssrw11HyryI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YhltzM0IXys/s1600-h/another+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Ssrw11HyryI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YhltzM0IXys/s400/another+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389384711685713698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watch All American Rejects Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/CBmDAVqUtTX3hLlv3ZsJbIcii12HvDNW9tMoALBEBGIPf7kciNYWM5JzWBRvTN7w1wiyVBREdZDa7HUuli3loRE8PQ6EOXg*/aar01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/CBmDAVqUtTX3hLlv3ZsJbIcii12HvDNW9tMoALBEBGIPf7kciNYWM5JzWBRvTN7w1wiyVBREdZDa7HUuli3loRE8PQ6EOXg*/aar01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Attend a party&lt;br /&gt;-Attend a wild party&lt;br /&gt;-Go out and lepak with well, all my friends. Regardless whether I'm close to them or not.=D&lt;br /&gt;-Go out and party&lt;br /&gt;-Go out and party&lt;br /&gt;-And did I mention go out and party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1094976908759900220?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1094976908759900220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1094976908759900220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1094976908759900220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1094976908759900220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-i-wanna-i-wanna-do-lot-of.html' title='I wanna, I wanna, I wanna do a lot of things'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Ssrxx6BZfkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XmmjkOvZJcQ/s72-c/Singapore+and+I+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7032755792115062367</id><published>2009-09-22T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:27:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Darling</title><content type='html'>Hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SO SO SORRY CARMEN FOR THE EXTREMELY LATE WISH.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Srh8A6FbSmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wYQ9glD7LSE/s1600-h/group-picture-carmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Srh8A6FbSmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wYQ9glD7LSE/s400/group-picture-carmen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384189709555288674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun that night.&lt;br /&gt;At The Apartment.&lt;br /&gt;And at mamak celebrating Merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Two celebrations in one.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7032755792115062367?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7032755792115062367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7032755792115062367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7032755792115062367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7032755792115062367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-belated-darling.html' title='Happy Belated Darling'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Srh8A6FbSmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wYQ9glD7LSE/s72-c/group-picture-carmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-1489930633765540440</id><published>2009-09-18T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:50:07.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't beat them, join them</title><content type='html'>People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Rachel Gan, have finally open a FaceBook Account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1489930633765540440?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1489930633765540440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1489930633765540440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1489930633765540440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1489930633765540440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-cant-beat-them-join-them.html' title='If you can&apos;t beat them, join them'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-515142079013041524</id><published>2009-09-07T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:03:14.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Sexy</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through the papers yesterday when I came across an article regarding Polo by Ralph Lauren new line of clothing for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.models.com/i/db/2009/3/5063/5063-500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 698px;" src="http://i.models.com/i/db/2009/3/5063/5063-500w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And man were those men sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not much of their looks, nor of their body(Though their body does make the clothes look good) but it was more of what they wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their style is classy.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;And not any guy can carry it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a combination of a well fitted buff body, an aura of charm and a tinge of ego to pull of clothes like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ed Westwick's spot on style on Gossip Girl of the quintessential description is just what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.socypath.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/ed-westwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 495px;" src="http://www.socypath.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/ed-westwick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it. Now not anyone can pull this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Ralph Lauren, there was only one other brand that I know that has this sexy style for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arcadiagroup.co.uk/imgs/press/TM_180808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.arcadiagroup.co.uk/imgs/press/TM_180808.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about it. Who can carry this off?&lt;br /&gt;Ed Westwick.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop dead stylishly sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have been studying Chemistry today.&lt;br /&gt;And I've got to say I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't really understand some part.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the best part?&lt;br /&gt;I know how to answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Almost correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Yea baby!&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-515142079013041524?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/515142079013041524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=515142079013041524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/515142079013041524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/515142079013041524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-sexy.html' title='Hey Sexy'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-8314417507500737330</id><published>2009-09-05T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:56:39.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you=)</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things where I wanna update about, but with exams around the corner, I can only update short posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This post I shall dedicate it to mainly Fuad, Danny and Naga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because today Interact had leadership camp.&lt;br /&gt;And due to certain reasons, my dad only can come and fetch me late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore,( this is where these 3 nice people come in, )they teman me. They teman me for I don't know how long until my dad came and fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was at 4.&lt;br /&gt;I think judge by the way they were talking, they actually had other things to do. Danny was tired.&lt;br /&gt;But yet they teman me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Salle have nice people.=)&lt;br /&gt;Actually I believe all interactors are nice but this is about them.&lt;br /&gt;So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt they will read this, but I still wanna express my gratitude anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Fuad, Danny and Naga.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-8314417507500737330?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8314417507500737330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=8314417507500737330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8314417507500737330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8314417507500737330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you=)'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7971711629310187773</id><published>2009-08-28T22:39:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:10:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Klothie, my sister and Sean on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;We all went Bangsar and I, yours truly, bought 2 dresses.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf5lqwXabI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kNO1hE91rPE/s1600-h/Camwhoring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf5lqwXabI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kNO1hE91rPE/s400/Camwhoring.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375039105817602482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the dresses I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we ate fondue at Haagen Daaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf7XGN0F3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ilGTYyDK8po/s1600-h/haagen+daaz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf7XGN0F3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ilGTYyDK8po/s400/haagen+daaz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375041054514091890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to refer to my previous post on the 15th of July about being deprive of dresses, I have been cured.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, this deprivation turned to addiction.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not planning to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Just, well, put on hold cause of year end exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to date, from the 15th of July till today, 28th of August, I, Rachel Gan, have bought 4 dresses.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies and gentlemen, especially ladies, this is the way to cure deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;Yea baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I ask Klothie to send me the photos from our shopping trip, then she suddenly spontaneously decided to send me photos of her and me ever since we were Form 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I realize how much we've grown. Hence, reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Klothie's and I friendship caught on camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpfwobBtX5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ca4FiBWdHZQ/s1600-h/forever+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpfwobBtX5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ca4FiBWdHZQ/s400/forever+21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO5375029257530335122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Fast forward to Form 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf0xf1UkKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Jlo-eJFlLAU/s1600-h/in+class.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf0xf1UkKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Jlo-eJFlLAU/s400/in+class.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375033811485888674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf1Mi3CQtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zXSMgU8LTLk/s1600-h/sharon%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf1Mi3CQtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zXSMgU8LTLk/s400/sharon%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034276154852050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon and Shalinee's Deepavali last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf1nGO6z6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qgEzp7RiQ58/s1600-h/wye+ming!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf1nGO6z6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qgEzp7RiQ58/s400/wye+ming!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034732326866850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the twin's house with Wye Ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf2leHCChI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gi4GIdSEKZo/s1600-h/mei+jun%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf2leHCChI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gi4GIdSEKZo/s400/mei+jun%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035803888126482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mei Jun's for a sleepover doing barbecue&lt;br /&gt;Not the most flattering of pictures but. Oh well. For the sake of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf4VpVCBeI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_McR169X27U/s1600-h/icc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf4VpVCBeI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_McR169X27U/s400/icc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037731044984290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's ICC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpgAfPBazkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oZnFvcldH_s/s1600-h/interact+install.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpgAfPBazkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oZnFvcldH_s/s400/interact+install.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046691875114562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installation Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf_JRwEhiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/P9tgo9TBb-s/s1600-h/michelle%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf_JRwEhiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/P9tgo9TBb-s/s400/michelle%27s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375045215138907682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's birthday lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spfyy4yamNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/gIkA6RwG_iE/s1600-h/old+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spfyy4yamNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/gIkA6RwG_iE/s400/old+pic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375031636341201106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf9RaMPwUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dwhiwvx5HW0/s1600-h/Klothie+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf9RaMPwUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dwhiwvx5HW0/s400/Klothie+and+I.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043155820265794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th August 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, is us.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7971711629310187773?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7971711629310187773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7971711629310187773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7971711629310187773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7971711629310187773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Spf5lqwXabI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kNO1hE91rPE/s72-c/Camwhoring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-6340473585073967571</id><published>2009-08-27T13:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:35:06.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it is on. Bring it.</title><content type='html'>Hello People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sean Wong and I were talking and we were disagreeing on something.&lt;br /&gt;And that something Ladies and Gentlemen, is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mercedes Benz vs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are that we both have to blog about 100 reasons why &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mercedes&lt;/span&gt; is better than &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BMW&lt;/span&gt;. And he vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes: (Prepare to lose Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mercedes sounds nicer than BMW.&lt;br /&gt;2. BMW is so insecure that it's own name have to be in Capital Letters to make sure people notice them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mercedes looks nicer than BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpYbMmhsuzI/AAAAAAAAATc/Uj7cKh4ukc4/s1600-h/mercedes-benz-slr-mclaren%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374513108627536690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpYbMmhsuzI/AAAAAAAAATc/Uj7cKh4ukc4/s400/mercedes-benz-slr-mclaren%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gruce.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/bmw-next-generation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://www.gruce.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/bmw-next-generation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am not being bias here. I chose the best picture out of the first page of google. Which brings me to my 4th point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you type Mercedes Benz on google, the first page straight away come out many many pictures of the gorgeous Mclaren. If you type BMW, the nicest photo that came out was a 5 series. Now what does that say?&lt;br /&gt;5. Mercedes have special cars. Like the F700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koupoukis.gr/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/mercf700-1large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px" alt="" src="http://www.koupoukis.gr/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/mercf700-1large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinggallery.oneindia.in/d/25045-2/f7006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 680px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px" alt="" src="http://livinggallery.oneindia.in/d/25045-2/f7006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do BMW have cars like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stars sing about Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By PINK in the song Get the Party Started&lt;br /&gt;7. Mercedes is sleeker.&lt;br /&gt;8. Mercedes is classier.&lt;br /&gt;9. Mercedes does better in the economy.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked, Mercedes ranked 11th and BMW ranked 13th.&lt;br /&gt;10. There are more Mercedes on the road.&lt;br /&gt;11. Mercedes have higher resale value than BMW. Hence, is worth more.&lt;br /&gt;12. Mercedes is oh so super gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;13. Many celebrities use Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;(Ronaldo, remember he crash his Mclaren?)&lt;br /&gt;(Paris Hilton has a pink Mclaren)&lt;br /&gt;14. Mercedes has been even illustrated on books!&lt;br /&gt;(Remember me? By Sophie Kinsella)&lt;br /&gt;15. I am pretty absolutely sure Mercedes have been mention in books.Maybe more times than BMW.&lt;br /&gt;16. I already have 15 awesome reasons.&lt;br /&gt;17. Mercedes owns Maybach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpYnbvT9egI/AAAAAAAAATk/ahUXDg13Soc/s1600-h/mercedes+maybach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374526562823404034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpYnbvT9egI/AAAAAAAAATk/ahUXDg13Soc/s400/mercedes+maybach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A Maybach cost RM 3.2 Million. It is that expensive and usually expensive things are better.&lt;br /&gt;19. Our own Sultan for goodness sake owns a Maybach himself. Not a BMW.&lt;br /&gt;20.The mercedes is one rocking car!&lt;br /&gt;21. I now have 20 cool reasons.&lt;br /&gt;22. The Mclaren does well in F1.&lt;br /&gt;23. The Mercedes won F1 last year.&lt;br /&gt;24. The Mclaren driver isn't bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;25. The Mclaren won even with a rookie driving it!&lt;br /&gt;26. The Mclaren is the second fastest car in the world.=)&lt;br /&gt;27. The Mclaren is oh so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;28. The Mclaren is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;29. The Mclaren is own by many many celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;30. The Mclaren is just simply wicked.&lt;br /&gt;31. And now I have 30 great reasons why Mercedes is better.&lt;br /&gt;32. They have Swarovski covered Mercedes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpYwuFW4aLI/AAAAAAAAATs/-ALjRj-cBIo/s1600-h/mercedes-sl600-swarovski-crystals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374536773583530162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpYwuFW4aLI/AAAAAAAAATs/-ALjRj-cBIo/s400/mercedes-sl600-swarovski-crystals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Mercedes have many many kinds of cars. Like the CLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpY4U8mAklI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PTx-srkSju0/s1600-h/cls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpY4U8mAklI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PTx-srkSju0/s400/cls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374545137827353170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I shall quote Sean himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I like Mercedes Benz, smooth leather, sexy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves he can't even fully support his own BMW.&lt;br /&gt;35. They have Mercedes Benz tv.&lt;br /&gt;36. They have Mercedes Benz Fashion Show.&lt;br /&gt;37. The Mercedes Benz website is more attractive than BMW's.&lt;br /&gt;38. M- MARVELOUS&lt;br /&gt;39. E- Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;40. R- Ravishing.&lt;br /&gt;41. C- Crazily beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;42. E- E Class!&lt;br /&gt;43. D- Dainty&lt;br /&gt;44. E- Especially nice.&lt;br /&gt;45. S- Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;46. B- BIG.&lt;br /&gt;47. E- Electrifying.&lt;br /&gt;48. N- Nice. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;49. Z- Zesty.&lt;br /&gt;50. Because it is simply the one and only Mercedes Benz.&lt;br /&gt;51. Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;52.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;53.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;54.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;55.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;56.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;57.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;58.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;59.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;60.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;61.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;62.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;63.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;64.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;65.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;66.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;67.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;68.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;69.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;70.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;71.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;72.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;73.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;74.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;75.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;76.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;77.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;78.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;79.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;80.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;81.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;82.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;83.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;84.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;85.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;86.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;87.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;88.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;89.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;90.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;91.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;92.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;93.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;94.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;95.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;96.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;97.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;98.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;99.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;100.Mercedes rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my 100 awesome reasons why Mercedes is better.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Sean for breaking the rules.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rpmgo.com/images/mercedes_slk_55_amg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://www.rpmgo.com/images/mercedes_slk_55_amg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gorgeous Mercedes before I leave.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. We all know Mercedes totally dominate this whole arena, but to see BMW'S failed attempt to TRY to beat Benz, go to Sean Wong's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-6340473585073967571?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6340473585073967571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=6340473585073967571' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6340473585073967571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6340473585073967571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-it-is-on-bring-it.html' title='And it is on. Bring it.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SpYbMmhsuzI/AAAAAAAAATc/Uj7cKh4ukc4/s72-c/mercedes-benz-slr-mclaren%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7021124771243620795</id><published>2009-08-23T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:30:57.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I know</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This post is regarding the MTV Live Stage that happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would regret a bit if I don't go and true enough I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, true enough the first person to tell me how awesome it was was my dear friend Klothilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me how awesome it was, how wicked the performance by All American Rejects was.&lt;br /&gt;Hot guys and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I love her. She is one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who remembers when I stay back in school and when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;She even know what day I have what activity.&lt;br /&gt;Now how many friends I have who actually remembers?&lt;br /&gt;Besides Carmen, I think only her.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she told me all about the concert and everything that happened,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't jealous nor was I angry.&lt;br /&gt;I was okay about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too be honest, it didn't hurt as much.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would hurt quite bad by just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;listening &lt;/span&gt;to how it was.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one who doesn't like to miss out on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So missing out on this one is a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;If 3 people offer to give you the ticket, and many people will be going.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T be lazy. Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For missing out on this concert, I am for once after such a long time, am at the other receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I am the one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to how awesome the concert was.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I am NOT the one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; how awesome the concert was.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not for once.&lt;br /&gt;Carmen did it to me before with MTV Asia Awards.&lt;br /&gt;But that, not many people went so it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all people, it's not that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cannot go&lt;/span&gt; to the concert, it was that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did not want to go&lt;/span&gt; to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do regret a bit for not going.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna compensate by going to Black Eyed Peas  but it is an 18 and above event.&lt;br /&gt;If my dad did not know it was an 18 and above event, I would have gone, but he knows.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think he will let.&lt;br /&gt;But I shall ask him anyways.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh Happy Holidays people!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7021124771243620795?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7021124771243620795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7021124771243620795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7021124771243620795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7021124771243620795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know I know'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-5376929572652076011</id><published>2009-08-16T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:42:20.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a teenage girl's life</title><content type='html'>This is the story of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;This story is regarding one part of her life she wishes to share with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just a typical teenage girl whose eyes brighten up at the very word "Shopping".&lt;br /&gt;Who would walk the whole day shopping in heels.(Depending on what kind)&lt;br /&gt;She delights in a beautiful pair of shoes or a gorgeous looking dress.&lt;br /&gt;Actually she delights in anything that looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;She would have the small urge to walk in the same store she walked in just a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of her friends even label her a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;A statement she never admit to nor ever complain about.&lt;br /&gt;One of her friends even say she shares a striking resemblance to Rebecca Bloonwood of Confessions of a Shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;That statement she denies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, Rebecca's definition of why she goes shopping is, and I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Shopping makes the world a happier place. Whenever I buy something, the world just seems happier. And when it stops being happy, I just need to buy something again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is the definition of a shopaholic, this girl is definitely not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/073/8/d/Rebecca_Bloomwood_by_Jaccotine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/073/8/d/Rebecca_Bloomwood_by_Jaccotine.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today her story isn't about her so called shopaholic life, but more focus on a peculiar incident, a peculiar event in her shopping life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is the infamous event about her and her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, this girl went to Mid Valley with her dear friend. She walks into her favourite store and practically falls in love with this dress.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly to her dismay, as to many girls who walk in Topshop,she was reluctant to fork out the amount to pay for the dress. &lt;br /&gt;Walking out of the store, she made a mental note bout the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some personal issue, she got the finances to buy her dress.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously being on top of the moon, she decided to go shopping after school to purchase the dress.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly time really wasn't on her side.By the time she went to purchase the dress, it was during the sales season when everything was not where it was anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Her friend and her started looking around the store but it was not there.&lt;br /&gt;She went into a whole 180 degree change in emotions and was a bit gloomy for a while after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of her dear friend even drank this supposed to be disgusting drink just to cheer her up. &lt;br /&gt;It sort of did.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still filled with hope, she decided to try to look for it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;So after church on another day, her family all went to One Utama to search for her dress.&lt;br /&gt;She ask the counter lady where was it and she too help her look for it.&lt;br /&gt;The counter lady even took out a chinese newspaper article of a celebrity wearing that dress. Maybe that explains why both shopping centres don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;Many people decided the dress was nice and went to go buy it.&lt;br /&gt;The lady explained that they transfer the dresses elsewhere as the only size left was 10 and above.&lt;br /&gt;She also added that Sunway, Mid Valley also don't have the dress.&lt;br /&gt;The poor girl became gloomy again after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, she went to Pavilion to celebrate her sister's birthday with a good meal of steak. Right before they left,they went to Topshop to check out whether the dress was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor girl, went in, look around a little, and saw the dress.&lt;br /&gt;She immediately directly went towards the dress as if some force was pulling her towards it.&lt;br /&gt;She went through all the sizes and found her size.&lt;br /&gt;The last one.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!=D&lt;br /&gt;She turned to her mother who just walk in the store with a look of sheer happiness you could have sworn she just got a car or something.&lt;br /&gt;She tried it on, took it off and purchase it there and then.&lt;br /&gt;The dress was bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole story, how dramatic it sounds, is real. Though perhaps at some small part have been exaggerated for a tiny bit, it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this whole event happen in just three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people were involved in this drama and the grateful girl just want to thank them for sticking with her and for trying to make her happy when she was sad.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Thong Ding.=)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Carmen and Eileen.(Even when Eileen did not fully support her buying the dress)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Klothilda.&lt;br /&gt;And of course Sean. She will never forget what you did.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to her beloved sister whose night was suppose to belong to her, shared it with the girl for her to buy her dress.&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to her parents for knowing full well she wanted that dress and paid for it.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to prayer meeting on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be so close and in touch with God after so long.&lt;br /&gt;I decided I really will make an effort in going to Christian Fellowship and to read the Bible more.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5376929572652076011?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5376929572652076011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5376929572652076011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5376929572652076011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5376929572652076011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-teenage-girls-life.html' title='Story of a teenage girl&apos;s life'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-1973940900447273245</id><published>2009-08-11T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:01:58.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot on</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been an interesting day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in school except for the fact that the prefects decided to have a random spot check today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I did not bring my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as usual, I just reach the assembly ground and sat with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Not according to class of course.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, everyone sits with their friends and if your friend is not in your class, obviously it's either she sits at your class or you sit in her class.&lt;br /&gt;So, today I sat at Mei Jun's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, the prefects decided to spot check Mei Jun's class and I, an innocent outsider there, had to be spot checked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew they were going to spot check us, we were all sitting there assuming that it was going to be some lecture about leaving books in desk.&lt;br /&gt;When my friend ask the prefect what's going on, the prefect just sheepishly say, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too be honest, find it a little exciting.&lt;br /&gt;My first spot check of the year!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I did not bring any illegal stuff except for liquid paper and a couple pieces of candy.&lt;br /&gt;But besides that I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prefects were really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;Before they are going to check at more, say, sensitive part of you, they apologize first before proceeding with the routine they had been taught to do for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the spot check, I went back to class and continue with the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess ended, I went back to class for math period.&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly a few prefects came into my class with one guy prefect talking softly to my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their small talk, my teacher said, oh spot check? Go spot check them &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just there, at my desk, wondering, nice.&lt;br /&gt;Spot check again.&lt;br /&gt;May I be excused as I had just undergo one a few hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;But no. I had to go through the whole process again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Today has been an interesting day for me.&lt;br /&gt;A sad day for some especially my classmate Jia Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, brought his PSP and phone which sadly both got confiscated by the prefects.&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot, the prefects might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1973940900447273245?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1973940900447273245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1973940900447273245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1973940900447273245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1973940900447273245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/08/spot-on.html' title='Spot on'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-5047833868563529070</id><published>2009-08-10T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:38:25.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want to say, is Happy Birthday=) -The click 5-</title><content type='html'>OH OH OH I forgotten, Happy Birthday Lydia Gan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister who gave me an awesome wicked nickname.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who despises going shopping with me.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who would do weird lame things with me.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who knows how to operate the computer better than me.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who has been my best friend for 13 whole years.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5047833868563529070?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5047833868563529070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5047833868563529070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5047833868563529070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5047833868563529070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-want-to-say-is-happy-birthday.html' title='All I want to say, is Happy Birthday=) -The click 5-'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-3452395201188776260</id><published>2009-08-10T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:29:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinators are the leaders of tomorrow</title><content type='html'>You know, if the above statement is true, my whole family would be the greatest leaders of tomorrow there ever is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am born in a family of procrastinators, born in one, am one, and hopefully, won't forever be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and mother are one of the biggest procrastinators.&lt;br /&gt;Always dragging a decision being made.&lt;br /&gt;To ask them one simple question will take a week to get an answer.&lt;br /&gt;So advance asking time: 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, homework. I don't always do my homework, if I ever do, it will be because I like doing it, or it's just not hard or the teacher is so scary that not doing it is like writing a death wish. And there is the occasional teacher who actually threatens to send you to the discipline room for not doing.&lt;br /&gt;So doing homework duration: Till teacher threatens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it involves something that needs the cooperation of parents and daughter, that could take who knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all, everyone are procrastinators, so therefore, a combination of procrastinators are like 911, hurricane Katrina and the Sri Lanka tsunami all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me present to you one current situation, a simple task of just going to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to go to the dentist for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Being the procrastinator I am, I only seriously ask my parents to bring me to the dentist a few months later.&lt;br /&gt;Being the procrastinators they are, till now an appointment has not been made.&lt;br /&gt;Being the busy people they are, the only time free for them to send me to the dentist are the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Being the busy person I am, my earliest free weekend is the school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. This is me. This is my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall write down a list of things I want to get it done and over with by the end of the year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut my hair.(After it grows longer)&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn how to drive&lt;br /&gt;4. Take my undang test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that does not seem much, in numbers at least.&lt;br /&gt;Cross my fingers and hope that I will accomplish all the above before 00.00.00. 1st January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and praying always help too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-3452395201188776260?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3452395201188776260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=3452395201188776260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3452395201188776260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3452395201188776260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/08/procrastinators-are-leaders-of-tomorrow.html' title='Procrastinators are the leaders of tomorrow'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-4768493288925571894</id><published>2009-07-21T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:36:32.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Blonde</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second time writing this as my computer just shut down itself when I left it there for less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I blame the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I started reading chick lit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a whole story behind this sudden action.&lt;br /&gt;First, I love reading chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I started joining debate, I started finding chick lit a bit shallow and started reading books by Jodi Picoult and Reader's Digest instead.&lt;br /&gt;When I started getting REALLY involve in debate, in order to be better in debate, I got to buck up on my general knowledge and world politics and therefore started reading magazines like TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can proudly say that I know what is happening in Sudan and Urumqi, I know Susilo Bambang, I know what is the ICC and the cap and trade system.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me show off, but when someone knows things like this, who wouldn't be happy?&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after proudly breaking third, I guess the seriousness caught up with me and I just want to break free from all of it and thus leading me to read chick lit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am reading this book called beyond the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SmXMWT__8ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/88PoT3aQTC0/s1600-h/beyond+the+blonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SmXMWT__8ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/88PoT3aQTC0/s400/beyond+the+blonde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360915615152337298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is not the typical chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;It's not girl likes boy, boy likes girl, they break up, they marry.&lt;br /&gt;This book is about hair.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's about this small town girl coming too New York and climbing her way to the top to be the best colourist in the city. It's about how she did it, the things she went through, the people she met which are obviously high society rich women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book just make me wonder about all the rich women of Upper East Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can deny that they are constantly talk about regardless whether through word of mouth or written about in story books again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;But that is only because their life is what many want but can only hope for and admire at.&lt;br /&gt;It is as if there is a clear glass panel separating these two lives. You can put both palms on it, cheeks pressed on the glass and stare into it ever so clearly but that is as far as one can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a cab driving pass 5th Avenue, just look out and you shall see many women dresses head to toe in designer.(Preferably a Dolce dress, knee length 4 inch high Jimmy Choos and a big Balenciaga to top it off. Oh, lets not forget bout the Dior sunnies.)They will just walk from shop to shop coming out with more and more paper bags carried by their driver, which will put all these bags into the Mercedes.(Tinted windows of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SmXO5IbEUgI/AAAAAAAAATU/bpvn3UcHWIs/s1600-h/prada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SmXO5IbEUgI/AAAAAAAAATU/bpvn3UcHWIs/s400/prada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360918412363321858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people, you can read about them in magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Clinking champagne glasses in their penthouse, having small talk they will forget about next morning and just look so carefree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lives, no one can deny, is what many would want to live. Summer at the Hamptons, winter at the Maldives, getting in the most exclusive of clubs and sitting front row at the fashion show in Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind living like that.&lt;br /&gt;Who WOULD MIND living like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that one of the reasons I want to live such a successful live when I grow up is because of books like this.&lt;br /&gt;It's good actually. It gives motivation.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I shall continue to be motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Today my school had a book fair which I went and start to want to buy 5 books.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, none of them are chick lit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-4768493288925571894?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4768493288925571894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=4768493288925571894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4768493288925571894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4768493288925571894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/07/beyond-blonde.html' title='Beyond the Blonde'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SmXMWT__8ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/88PoT3aQTC0/s72-c/beyond+the+blonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-1471243280203219797</id><published>2009-07-15T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:37:21.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprivation kills</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deprivation can do things to people. It can cause someone to go into depression, it can cause someone to go crazy but for me it's a bit of a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I am being deprived.&lt;br /&gt;Deprived of what you may wonder, I am being deprived of dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay before I go on, this will be a bit of a bimbotic post, so if you can't cope with my moment of blondness, I suggest you stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yes people, I have been deprived of dresses.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a few months since my last purchase of a dress. &lt;br /&gt;Besides my close encounter in owning a really nice one from Singapore, (lets not get into sad details,)I have not bought one since around 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how deprived I am?&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that it is the mega sales for goodness sake and I have not bought a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes once in a while, I will start having this feeling, what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;Like when a drug addict is trying to stop cold turkey and once in a while he or she will suddenly want drugs so badly and that feeling will last for only 5 or so minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;I know my situation is obviously not as serious compare to being addicted to H, but still!&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawal is still withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that has happen, with all the effort being put into installation and all, I believe I so deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I so deserve to go out there, march into Topshop and buy that dress.&lt;br /&gt;I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been rewarding myself materialistically in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I so deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sl28cuFTgtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/MTGgE7P0_3U/s1600-h/bcbg-dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sl28cuFTgtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/MTGgE7P0_3U/s400/bcbg-dresses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646333233398482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I want, that is what I need.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can buy one this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue being deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. For the sake of installation, I lend my beloved David Garett to be used as our opening act song.&lt;br /&gt;I left David in the hall and thank God Sean took it back home.&lt;br /&gt;He gave it back to me, I put it in my bag, and  I totally forgot to watch how I handle my school bag.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this morning I took David out and found the CD cover cracked.=(&lt;br /&gt;Whoever knows where they sell empty CD covers, if they do sell, please be a dear and tell me where to get it.&lt;br /&gt;My poor David cannot possibly live in a crack CD cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1471243280203219797?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1471243280203219797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1471243280203219797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1471243280203219797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1471243280203219797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/07/deprivation-kills.html' title='Deprivation kills'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sl28cuFTgtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/MTGgE7P0_3U/s72-c/bcbg-dresses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7966013669555369754</id><published>2009-07-14T15:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:08:39.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have time so I decided to blog finish once and for all about my Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the third day we went shopping and I bought a pair of shoes! &lt;br /&gt;So happy.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw0k2nNrzI/AAAAAAAAASM/BNO_2Ipsti0/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw0k2nNrzI/AAAAAAAAASM/BNO_2Ipsti0/s400/Singapore+and+I+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358215464403971890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Austrian guy took this photo for us. He told us he like Malaysia.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw2b2T2dFI/AAAAAAAAASU/1qshQWsvI0s/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw2b2T2dFI/AAAAAAAAASU/1qshQWsvI0s/s400/Singapore+and+I+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358217508727190610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw7DWE6BtI/AAAAAAAAASc/zMy8a0Z1jfk/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw7DWE6BtI/AAAAAAAAASc/zMy8a0Z1jfk/s400/Singapore+and+I+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358222585315854034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us all at the Merlion&lt;br /&gt;This was where we saw the Butter Factory&lt;br /&gt;With like a hundred people queuing just to get in.&lt;br /&gt;Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw8BKJklYI/AAAAAAAAASk/YQbAq8vwQH8/s1600-h/swimming.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw8BKJklYI/AAAAAAAAASk/YQbAq8vwQH8/s400/swimming.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358223647266084226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming at one of the clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that basically sort of sums up what happen on day 3, 4, and 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore was really great and we all had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next one.=)&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7966013669555369754?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7966013669555369754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7966013669555369754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7966013669555369754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7966013669555369754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slw0k2nNrzI/AAAAAAAAASM/BNO_2Ipsti0/s72-c/Singapore+and+I+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-7649221353648034064</id><published>2009-07-11T17:48:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:11:01.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Hey people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Install is finally over and everything went on quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone for making this happen.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Karthiik for many things you have done.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the awesome club service director and wicked assistant club service director.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Carmen for helping me with the refreshments and accompanying me to mid valley so many times.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to mention Sean and say thank you for complimenting on my refreshments and making those who did not try it jealous. &lt;br /&gt;*Well, you said you would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want our install to go on well and it did!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, now I have time to update on the second day of my Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the second we went to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a couple of things but I shall just skip straight to the end of the day where we all were just relaxing on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhjlaswW3I/AAAAAAAAARU/LqbESPE6m9w/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhjlaswW3I/AAAAAAAAARU/LqbESPE6m9w/s400/Singapore+and+I+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357141251230554994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhwNdImxqI/AAAAAAAAASE/Xl4eFEakoZM/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhwNdImxqI/AAAAAAAAASE/Xl4eFEakoZM/s400/Singapore+and+I+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357155133218539170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Min and Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhlEPQxFLI/AAAAAAAAARc/E5cIg58MFQU/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhlEPQxFLI/AAAAAAAAARc/E5cIg58MFQU/s400/Singapore+and+I+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357142880247944370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhoRTheQII/AAAAAAAAARk/EsVVltcdb-Q/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhoRTheQII/AAAAAAAAARk/EsVVltcdb-Q/s400/Singapore+and+I+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357146403264938114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Min and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhpJOZGSeI/AAAAAAAAARs/wEyxVYSURHE/s1600-h/jumpshot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhpJOZGSeI/AAAAAAAAARs/wEyxVYSURHE/s400/jumpshot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357147363960310242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Wen Min's wonderful photography skills.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhqsmYQw_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/IjR22b2Ik60/s1600-h/three+of+us+at+the+beach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhqsmYQw_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/IjR22b2Ik60/s400/three+of+us+at+the+beach.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357149071206302706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another masterpiece of Wen Min's wonderful photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slhsu1law6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/9L-x2T-qkt4/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Slhsu1law6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/9L-x2T-qkt4/s400/Singapore+and+I+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357151308671009698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That is practically what happen on the 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;We went to vivo city after that and ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If it were a Saturday night we would have party the night at one of the beach bars there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the third day post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7649221353648034064?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7649221353648034064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7649221353648034064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7649221353648034064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7649221353648034064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SlhjlaswW3I/AAAAAAAAARU/LqbESPE6m9w/s72-c/Singapore+and+I+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-8142961797299975295</id><published>2009-07-04T18:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:49:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, and finally. =)</title><content type='html'>Hey people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally updating my blog on the Singapore trip!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am very free now even though I have tons of homework to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;*This is the result of not doing it last time and now it is piling up=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shall just put captions with the pictures as I do not want to get into too much detail unless necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk83dhk-W2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/TqB5AfLchZk/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk83dhk-W2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/TqB5AfLchZk/s400/Singapore+and+I+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354559462335994722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not really have a specific plan on the first day, so therefore we end up shopping. And I end up spending a little way too much.=(&lt;br /&gt;But I did not say I regretted my purchases though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk85O_5LiSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/syAisA5IHWc/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk85O_5LiSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/syAisA5IHWc/s400/Singapore+and+I+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354561411799025954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen and I saw these dresses and thought they were so suitable for prom.&lt;br /&gt;Even if prom is quite a long way to go.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk86zNvbnzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7CGlaeRrM_k/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk86zNvbnzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7CGlaeRrM_k/s400/Singapore+and+I+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354563133503151922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Charles and Keith as Kim was interested in this pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, can anyone spot Wen Min at the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk88QzPhehI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wvjilE7l_E0/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk88QzPhehI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wvjilE7l_E0/s400/Singapore+and+I+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354564741297699346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand the term window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;See something nice, too expensive, take it, try it, take a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, window shopping therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the feeling is not as good as actually buying it.&lt;br /&gt;But a 100 plus Singapore dollar just for that dress?!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk8-F0hb57I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/l3ExG8N-U5k/s1600-h/Singapore+and+I+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk8-F0hb57I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/l3ExG8N-U5k/s400/Singapore+and+I+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354566751685961650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Clarke Quay after that.&lt;br /&gt;And we took the G Bounce thing!&lt;br /&gt;Wow. The short 3.5 second thrill was adrenalin rushing, heart thumpingly wicked.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ride, we all went and get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk8_T_LcgkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8Cdel7lcwco/s1600-h/frosted+jade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk8_T_LcgkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8Cdel7lcwco/s400/frosted+jade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354568094576312898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I prefer Carmen's drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk9BBvTMidI/AAAAAAAAARE/ilyUw-SDFqo/s1600-h/us+all+at+indochine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk9BBvTMidI/AAAAAAAAARE/ilyUw-SDFqo/s400/us+all+at+indochine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354569980099463634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the end of the first day.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the second day post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-8142961797299975295?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8142961797299975295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=8142961797299975295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8142961797299975295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8142961797299975295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-and-finally.html' title='Ah, and finally. =)'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sk83dhk-W2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/TqB5AfLchZk/s72-c/Singapore+and+I+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-5550415356929261330</id><published>2009-06-30T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:48:52.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgotten to say something very VERY important.&lt;br /&gt;So therefore I shall dedicate this whole post to this and this only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ian Beh.=)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Peter.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, thank you James.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not forgetting Ahmed.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all FOUR of them above for training us.&lt;br /&gt;Without them, we would never have made it this far.&lt;br /&gt;Especially thank you to Ian cause I know he really put a lot of effort into training us.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad all your training did not go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Thank you to the above 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SkoxvXIIlGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/B7H5_5Q3JX4/s1600-h/us+debaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SkoxvXIIlGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/B7H5_5Q3JX4/s400/us+debaters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353145796815000674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Wen min, our fabulous trainer=D, Yu li and Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sadly do not have any photos of Peter and James and Ahmed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also a special thank you to Ahmed for taking a one hour LRT ride from Wangsa Maju to Taman Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it is so worth the journey?=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5550415356929261330?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5550415356929261330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5550415356929261330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5550415356929261330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5550415356929261330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SkoxvXIIlGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/B7H5_5Q3JX4/s72-c/us+debaters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-3270245331730995574</id><published>2009-06-30T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:25:47.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yea. Okay.</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many surge of feelings this pass few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From ecstatic to relief, to being proud to feeling a bit angry to feeling downright guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. All those feelings in a matter of 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me, I only have one feeling. Which is happy. And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the occasional emo-ness I have during debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ecstatic cause we broke into the octo finals at KDUDA Debate Competition.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, we broke third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not seem much of a big deal to many people, but for my team, it was pure euphoria practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Just bear with me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I go on, congratulations to my senior team of Katholik team 1 on managing to get runner up for the KDUDA.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, congratulations to Bukit Sentosa on their win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was this bit of anger I felt today.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually more of a "what on earth?!" kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I just believe that some things should be kept private and just share it with your close friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anything out of that is totally unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;And can be hurtful to others which can cause a few enemies to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I started to feel guilty for all this while being so competitive.&lt;br /&gt;And not only that, I start gloating whenever we are better.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it is my nature. To be competitive I mean. And I guess also to gloat after winning. But then again, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;I am a very very competitive person. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't seem like one.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should just tone down on my ego.=D&lt;br /&gt;Haha wow. A girl with an ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. That is basically all of my sudden feelings for these pass few days.&lt;br /&gt;I shall now just stick to being happy.&lt;br /&gt;Right after I complain till I am satisfied tomorrow.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-3270245331730995574?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3270245331730995574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=3270245331730995574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3270245331730995574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3270245331730995574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-yea-okay.html' title='And yea. Okay.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-7498741126174130410</id><published>2009-06-26T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:06:25.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are, people dying..-Heal the world by MJ-</title><content type='html'>He sang this song, this sentence, not knowing that it will apply to him himself.&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated solely to this great guy, despite being a tad bit screwed up, created a whole new genre to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SkTv_NStRZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qeoSIK4sy4k/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SkTv_NStRZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qeoSIK4sy4k/s400/MJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351666126401914258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I assume everyone know, is the one and only Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a singer.&lt;br /&gt;He was a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;He was a trend starter.&lt;br /&gt;He was eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;He was a tad bit screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;He reconstructed his face several times.(Preferably nose)&lt;br /&gt;He bleached his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, he gave everyone a new insight on music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was loved.&lt;br /&gt;By family.&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes someone that powerful to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is a real pity that he died at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, dying right before his strings of curtain call concerts at London.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to this great guy, may he rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-7498741126174130410?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7498741126174130410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=7498741126174130410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7498741126174130410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/7498741126174130410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-are-people-dying-heal-world-by-mj.html' title='There are, people dying..-Heal the world by MJ-'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SkTv_NStRZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qeoSIK4sy4k/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-8767129054463515900</id><published>2009-06-19T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:27:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catastrophe, Dance with Me-The Remedy by Jason Mraz-</title><content type='html'>I was on the verge of giving up. &lt;br /&gt;Holding the pen in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;staring at the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly this sentence came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fight like f*cking h*ll"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should thank Ian, or Johnathan.&lt;br /&gt;Cause afterall, Johnathan did tell Ian who told Carmen who told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I decided to get it over with. Do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about my add math paper I took yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying my best at the paper,&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am so sorry Lord,&lt;br /&gt;So sorry mommy,&lt;br /&gt;For I have dissapointed you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Carmen told me that her friends told her it is perfectly normal to achieve a single digit number for mid term add math paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, everyone thinks they are going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that does make a person feel better.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-8767129054463515900?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8767129054463515900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=8767129054463515900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8767129054463515900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8767129054463515900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/06/catastrophe-dance-with-me-remedy-by.html' title='Catastrophe, Dance with Me-The Remedy by Jason Mraz-'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-1294238034291559055</id><published>2009-06-11T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:28:48.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you got the money you get in for free-Cobra Starship-</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a month since I have updated my blog and forgive me for that. I am not to say the most free person in the world, in fact I am actually quite busy.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what can I say? I love being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may label it stress, I label it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shall not update about Singapore yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update it after the mid terms.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that. I will update after the debate competition.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I may update it after the Interact Installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which means I will be updating on the 12th of July. At least. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. By the way, everyone should get up, get dress and run to your nearby cd store, (not the pirated ones mind you)and go and invest in something you will not regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is call DAVID GARRETT.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SjDMpTn9tkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CD4fDMhmQiI/s1600-h/David+Garett.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SjDMpTn9tkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CD4fDMhmQiI/s400/David+Garett.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345997767703377474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ladies and gentlemen, is a super awesome violinist.&lt;br /&gt;He plays the violin so well that he made me put his album above Lady Gaga's and above Britney Spears! That, is call power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the songs of his that I love is Smooth Criminal and He's a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, go listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me have a sudden love for orchestra and if he ever comes, I would so go.&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone ever hear of the news he is coming, please be a dear and inform me.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to try to understand Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1294238034291559055?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1294238034291559055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1294238034291559055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1294238034291559055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1294238034291559055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-got-money-you-get-in-for-free.html' title='If you got the money you get in for free-Cobra Starship-'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SjDMpTn9tkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CD4fDMhmQiI/s72-c/David+Garett.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-6158995766304136432</id><published>2009-05-17T15:00:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:59:18.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, test tubes, vodka, spontaneous, debate and more</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, we all went to the Curve to celebrate Klothie's party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there at around 5 30 PM as I was half organizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So preparations and everything, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for people to start flowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being typical Malaysians, many people turn up late.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for Rachael, Aaron and Matthew. Oh and of course Carmen, but she isn't really counted as I fetch her there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when everyone came, we all started eating and talking quite loudly that the next table ask us to quiet down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Well, you can't really expect a group of teenagers to be quiet now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_fZgbaERI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wBK4InxwR2Y/s1600-h/birthday+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_fZgbaERI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wBK4InxwR2Y/s400/birthday+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336729712751939858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_hAOgEcWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/x0SZlRGJFYk/s1600-h/birthday+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_hAOgEcWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/x0SZlRGJFYk/s400/birthday+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336731477466181986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake!&lt;br /&gt;Captions courtesy of Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before heading to the ice bar, we all went to the washroom first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where there is a mirror and a camera all in the same place, you know what girls would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_htpcl_NI/AAAAAAAAAO8/71_AOFQPhFg/s1600-h/birthday+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_htpcl_NI/AAAAAAAAAO8/71_AOFQPhFg/s400/birthday+6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336732257793473746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam whore!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the ice bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_iNeR20_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/QcCPurFlivE/s1600-h/birthday+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_iNeR20_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/QcCPurFlivE/s400/birthday+17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336732804551463922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter coats! Well, obviously, given the fact that it is -15 degrees Celsius in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_kxQHnUMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/N-_49YcBe-g/s1600-h/birthday+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_kxQHnUMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/N-_49YcBe-g/s400/birthday+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336735618248954050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test tubes with vodka mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_mFo7el9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/aRiX-DyTjj4/s1600-h/birthday+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_mFo7el9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/aRiX-DyTjj4/s400/birthday+18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336737068017948626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_nQacfR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/oFaDq9va7GI/s1600-h/birthday+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_nQacfR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/oFaDq9va7GI/s400/birthday+7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336738352620062610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl and I.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_opim1JZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6e1Vuq9V050/s1600-h/birthday+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_opim1JZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6e1Vuq9V050/s400/birthday+12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336739883819279762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Lynn and I.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got a picture together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_qxvv_pVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-F0qW8Tcucw/s1600-h/birthday+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_qxvv_pVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-F0qW8Tcucw/s400/birthday+13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336742223809586514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael,me,Klothie,Chen Lynn and Wen Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_r62FmxGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ArXgCHaHlQw/s1600-h/birthday+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_r62FmxGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ArXgCHaHlQw/s400/birthday+15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336743479641293922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Klothie,Matthew and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun night.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it again sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-6158995766304136432?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6158995766304136432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=6158995766304136432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6158995766304136432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6158995766304136432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/05/ice-test-tubes-vodka-spontaneous-debate.html' title='Ice, test tubes, vodka, spontaneous, debate and more'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sg_fZgbaERI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wBK4InxwR2Y/s72-c/birthday+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-2590613659075729312</id><published>2009-05-15T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:49:17.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idont hate the Jews, I just admire Hitler -Jasman-</title><content type='html'>Hello People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my dear car loving friend Karthiik, I now know the existence of the most beautiful luxury car in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car ladies and gentlemen, is none other than the one and only, oh so jaw dropping beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes Maybach.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SgzUx3EmP7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/AetdSU2bK-w/s1600-h/maybach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SgzUx3EmP7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/AetdSU2bK-w/s400/maybach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335873611589107634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how can anyone deny that this is beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like one of those cars you can only fantasize and admire but not own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just proves that German people have great taste in cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes, Porsche and Volkswagen are all from Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love all three of the brands above.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my life long dream is to drive down Germany's speed limit free highway with a Buggati Veyron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know a little potong steam since Buggati Veyron is French and not German but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. And people who know me well enough will know that the back of the car is vital to be nice as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SgzXeaJROTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xBOIW6irw1U/s1600-h/MAYBACH+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SgzXeaJROTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xBOIW6irw1U/s400/MAYBACH+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335876575941441842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall officially label this car, the nicest, most beautiful luxury car in the world.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-2590613659075729312?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2590613659075729312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=2590613659075729312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2590613659075729312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2590613659075729312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/05/idont-hate-jews-i-just-admire-hitler.html' title='Idont hate the Jews, I just admire Hitler -Jasman-'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SgzUx3EmP7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/AetdSU2bK-w/s72-c/maybach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-9117588453267825055</id><published>2009-05-05T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:11:53.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stalker Song</title><content type='html'>Hello People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the hit song by Sting or the Police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SgAPvJ18pSI/AAAAAAAAANs/7sjgvhhgHmY/s1600-h/sting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SgAPvJ18pSI/AAAAAAAAANs/7sjgvhhgHmY/s400/sting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332279261577127202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what is the name of the song but the lyrics is so stalker-ish I shall label it the stalker song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint a picture of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture yourself being so carefree, happy go lucky, with no care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden you heard that there is this song dedicated to you by Sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lyrics go like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break, every step you take&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play, every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;How my poor heart aches &lt;br /&gt;With every step you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every vow you break&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you fake, every claim you stake&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace&lt;br /&gt;I dream at night, I can only see your face&lt;br /&gt;I look around, but it's you I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace&lt;br /&gt;I keep crying baby, baby please, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;How my poor heart aches &lt;br /&gt;With every step you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every vow you break&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you fake, every claim you stake&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make, every step you take&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break, every step you take&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play, every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break, every step you take&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play, every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break, every step you take&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play, every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freaky is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, I shall label this the Stalker Song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-9117588453267825055?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/9117588453267825055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=9117588453267825055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/9117588453267825055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/9117588453267825055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/05/stalker-song.html' title='The Stalker Song'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SgAPvJ18pSI/AAAAAAAAANs/7sjgvhhgHmY/s72-c/sting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-2071022225031971876</id><published>2009-04-19T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:35:26.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams -Hillary Duff-</title><content type='html'>Hello People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to say I cannot update further on my birthday week as my camera got stolen. Yes, stolen. With all my photos inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It gives you a reason to buy a new one, even if I just bought my stolen camera late last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shall not update on Japan first as it involves a lot of photos and I am just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I realize recently that everyone likes to avoid the rain. And let me ask something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people avoid the rain? I simply do not understand this. I am pretty sure it is harmless, fine, despite it being a little acidic I seriously doubt it is gonna kill. Which leads me to the same question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why avoid rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created the rain, the sun, the clouds. Why don't people avoid the sun or the clouds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why only the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not avoid the sun as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SeruUOLnj9I/AAAAAAAAANI/v4IRxss0kgM/s1600-h/Sun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SeruUOLnj9I/AAAAAAAAANI/v4IRxss0kgM/s400/Sun.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326331540490653650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Seru-IrBwGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BZPfNW6Jq48/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Seru-IrBwGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BZPfNW6Jq48/s400/clouds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326332260566286434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pure stereotype and bias I tell you.(You guys know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall now stand strong and just say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the rain people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/ServlfjZgyI/AAAAAAAAANY/ellYlHquatI/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/ServlfjZgyI/AAAAAAAAANY/ellYlHquatI/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326332936723202850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be the only person who would walk and sing under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to join me?;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-2071022225031971876?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2071022225031971876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=2071022225031971876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2071022225031971876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2071022225031971876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-rain-fall-down-and-wake-my-dreams.html' title='Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams -Hillary Duff-'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SeruUOLnj9I/AAAAAAAAANI/v4IRxss0kgM/s72-c/Sun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-6087471413182615835</id><published>2009-03-20T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:39:55.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a dog, no it's a cat, no, it's a pig</title><content type='html'>Hello People! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few blogs I am gonna write about will be about my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who did not know,(how dare you) my birthday was on the 19th of March. And I am officially older than most of my friends. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first birthday treat was on Saturday, my family and I went to town to dine in this really cute restaurant called Elcerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/ScMaWGZZEeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Nqt3p2Wc-5A/s1600-h/elcerdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/ScMaWGZZEeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Nqt3p2Wc-5A/s400/elcerdo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315120952203874786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are wondering about the pig, yes it is a pig oriented restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere is pig. Pig decorations, pig pictures, pig menu, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/ScMbHtIvtAI/AAAAAAAAANA/iHl6pEbe87c/s1600-h/elcerdo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/ScMbHtIvtAI/AAAAAAAAANA/iHl6pEbe87c/s400/elcerdo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315121804416627714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this pig Mona Lisa picture greets you when you walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this restaurant has a special dish. It is the restaurant's most famous dish actually so it is natural to order it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate our meal and after our meal was done, then came the famous dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was my birthday I got to do the honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chef/could be owner of the restaurant told me that last time in Spain, their tradition was to cook the pig till so tender that you could cut the pig by just using a round plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hold the plate vertically, and hit the pig on the table. And those who know me well enough knows that my hands are really weak. I cant even win Eileen in arm wrestling and Eileen is small. So anyways, the plate went right through the pig on the table! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next part of this tradition was that I should take that plate, make a wish and throw it into a bucket till it shatters. But the German chef said I was too young to wish for a good career or a good love life, he made the wish for me by saying, all A'S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all A'S then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I throw the plate into the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really cool dinner actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this restaurant though a little pricey, but worth it.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-6087471413182615835?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6087471413182615835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=6087471413182615835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6087471413182615835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6087471413182615835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-dog-no-its-cat-no-its-pig.html' title='It&apos;s a dog, no it&apos;s a cat, no, it&apos;s a pig'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/ScMaWGZZEeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Nqt3p2Wc-5A/s72-c/elcerdo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-2440523678455511274</id><published>2009-03-17T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:22:38.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek is certainly the colour for fall</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is 2 weeks overdue but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this post is dedicated to a dear friend of mine, Thong Ding, Thank You. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda lazy to describe the process before the concert so I shall start with the trip to the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As typical girls, Michelle, Carmen and I started cam whoring in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9MIXFP0dI/AAAAAAAAALo/cvaSOtg4YcQ/s1600-h/jason+mraz+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9MIXFP0dI/AAAAAAAAALo/cvaSOtg4YcQ/s400/jason+mraz+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314049791839162834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9QOuCnGoI/AAAAAAAAALw/88-dC-BPpQM/s1600-h/jason+mraz+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9QOuCnGoI/AAAAAAAAALw/88-dC-BPpQM/s400/jason+mraz+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314054299127847554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9Qz4ra1iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yUmqlqeyfbQ/s1600-h/jason+mraz+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9Qz4ra1iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yUmqlqeyfbQ/s400/jason+mraz+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314054937638524450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9SCD02qmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T4rV_UKyNzY/s1600-h/jason+mraz+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9SCD02qmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T4rV_UKyNzY/s400/jason+mraz+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314056280660683362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Michelle, my Compensation. See? I keep my promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the coolest concert I have been to because Jason Mraz is the performer who actually interacts a lot and plays with his audience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making us sing lalalas. Asking the girls to sing low while the guys, high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a true performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention he is actually hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9TeMHaG0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/VBRbNvbXUVo/s1600-h/jason+mraz+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9TeMHaG0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/VBRbNvbXUVo/s400/jason+mraz+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314057863433952066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9U8DuAQWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C_GbFCG-3gI/s1600-h/jason+mraz+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9U8DuAQWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C_GbFCG-3gI/s400/jason+mraz+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314059476087619938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9WiS89f4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/8VqZMkH9l70/s1600-h/jason+mraz+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9WiS89f4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/8VqZMkH9l70/s400/jason+mraz+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314061232523542402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I do not have good enough photos of Toka.(Is that how you spell it?)&lt;br /&gt;But Toka too is one cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9X8axbG6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BDKHRwEBXJ8/s1600-h/jason+mraz+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9X8axbG6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BDKHRwEBXJ8/s400/jason+mraz+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314062780810861474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the concert, everyone was sweating like crazy but we did not care.&lt;br /&gt;Because Jason's wonderful performance left everyone oblivious to the fact it was really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what this Mr.A-Z can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what all the sweaty but satisfied us look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9bzmobu1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/dMOeHdB1ZiE/s1600-h/jason+mraz+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9bzmobu1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/dMOeHdB1ZiE/s400/jason+mraz+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314067027422067538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Lin and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, a little blur. But bear with me on that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to wait for the photos to load that I decide to end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-2440523678455511274?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2440523678455511274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=2440523678455511274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2440523678455511274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2440523678455511274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/03/geek-is-certainly-colour-for-fall.html' title='Geek is certainly the colour for fall'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Sb9MIXFP0dI/AAAAAAAAALo/cvaSOtg4YcQ/s72-c/jason+mraz+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-2517664549775867201</id><published>2009-02-14T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:50:10.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To stop or not to stop. That was the question.</title><content type='html'>Hello people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the cross country race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I felt no 'love is in the air' feeling at all but just patriotism towards my beloved house, Ungu.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have no idea what position I got but all I know is that I help Ungu scored a point.=D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is better than nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dear friend Carmen got 6th place in the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the best part is that Ungu is number 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a statement as well as a premonition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, scratch that. It is not a premonition at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a future truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go Ungu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. About the Grammys(Great recording artiste making music.Yeah!) that took place on Monday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 things I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song perform by Kanye, Jay-Z, lil' Wayne and T.I..Oh.And M.I.A. was just simply wicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And T.I. was so hot performing that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SZag0H9gvvI/AAAAAAAAALg/wBCVVb8HQ6U/s1600-h/T.I..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SZag0H9gvvI/AAAAAAAAALg/wBCVVb8HQ6U/s400/T.I..bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302602428626026226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being racist, I just rarely find African-Americans hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So T.I. is just simply hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am sounding like some bimbo tic person, but it is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-2517664549775867201?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2517664549775867201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=2517664549775867201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2517664549775867201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2517664549775867201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-stop-or-not-to-stop-that-was.html' title='To stop or not to stop. That was the question.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SZag0H9gvvI/AAAAAAAAALg/wBCVVb8HQ6U/s72-c/T.I..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-2069563016964450084</id><published>2009-02-08T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:31:39.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdue</title><content type='html'>Hey. So sorry for not updating my blog. Well. here I am now.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know my whole trip to Phuket after PMR is long overdue. So is my Cambodia trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. better late than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone would want to read about my trip there. So I shall just put photos and captions.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6uKZDpjmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HJjZGgN_beU/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6uKZDpjmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HJjZGgN_beU/s400/phuket+and+ballet+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300365305009770082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.So before going to PHI PHI island, we went to Phuket town first.This is some musuem place where about the Thais marrying Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6vShCoabI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MKOjQ2r-Vgs/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6vShCoabI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MKOjQ2r-Vgs/s400/phuket+and+ballet+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300366544103565746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this ancient chinese type writer thing so wicked!&lt;br /&gt;And yes, these are the words on the typewriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6v3QwhnSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n7XYweogQtQ/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6v3QwhnSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n7XYweogQtQ/s400/phuket+and+ballet+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300367175387815202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chinese typewriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6wfuiBbvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DL_Q9n9T3u4/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6wfuiBbvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DL_Q9n9T3u4/s400/phuket+and+ballet+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300367870574817010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking on the street, I saw this Lexus(If i am not mistaken). A sports car Lexus.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6xjfIE4QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Iqt6P-Hfgq0/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6xjfIE4QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Iqt6P-Hfgq0/s400/phuket+and+ballet+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300369034670563586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHI PHI island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6yAmNx5tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lTuizOjkegs/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6yAmNx5tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lTuizOjkegs/s400/phuket+and+ballet+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300369534789740242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon found out that we are the minorities on the island. Not as tourists, but as asians. Most of the tourists here are westerners. So many that I think they outnumbered the locals here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6ytFCTRdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-EBGbrr9Vr4/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6ytFCTRdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-EBGbrr9Vr4/s400/phuket+and+ballet+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300370298977338834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6zBBYd4HI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jqVmAvSZNqM/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6zBBYd4HI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jqVmAvSZNqM/s400/phuket+and+ballet+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300370641593950322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6zZkRnWbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GdxxXMfAi_o/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6zZkRnWbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GdxxXMfAi_o/s400/phuket+and+ballet+160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300371063277312434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to beaches.Look at the sea water! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6z37F-cWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MXxz7vGUvEw/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6z37F-cWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MXxz7vGUvEw/s400/phuket+and+ballet+167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300371584798585186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY60QWRGYZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_F4fPVTeJQQ/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY60QWRGYZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_F4fPVTeJQQ/s400/phuket+and+ballet+205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300372004409860498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the beach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY60yGsoo9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3ZqqC-42vw4/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY60yGsoo9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3ZqqC-42vw4/s400/phuket+and+ballet+218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300372584345936850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY61DXiRAZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qO6cEPrV89Y/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY61DXiRAZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qO6cEPrV89Y/s400/phuket+and+ballet+226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300372880923623826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the very famous Maya Beach. Where Leonardo Dicaprio film a movie on this very beach. I even saw a filming of a Bollywood movie taking place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY62gfjM5YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bK5I-Q_EmFg/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY62gfjM5YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bK5I-Q_EmFg/s400/phuket+and+ballet+336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300374480802866562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY629ITUynI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KlqwY1y42Fg/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY629ITUynI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KlqwY1y42Fg/s400/phuket+and+ballet+338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300374972778465906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY63OOgg4eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9z_Iw4S6io4/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY63OOgg4eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9z_Iw4S6io4/s400/phuket+and+ballet+365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300375266502173154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from Maya beach. This is the nearby beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY63pFrf7-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/z-48s20mNiA/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY63pFrf7-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/z-48s20mNiA/s400/phuket+and+ballet+376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300375727988797410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY634seDPpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aq-LFnJNhJA/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY634seDPpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aq-LFnJNhJA/s400/phuket+and+ballet+384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300375996099411602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunset.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY64nhDyNoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AOvF2Hy6lM0/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY64nhDyNoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AOvF2Hy6lM0/s400/phuket+and+ballet+405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300376800490305154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back from PHI PHI island,we went spa.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6470RutZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VkApq7u2b3E/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6470RutZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VkApq7u2b3E/s400/phuket+and+ballet+414.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300377149246453138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us 5 different choice of scented oil to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY65XjRH-hI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lDK2I6OsG3U/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY65XjRH-hI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lDK2I6OsG3U/s400/phuket+and+ballet+424.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300377625716849170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The scenery at the spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY656YGRytI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_7sNkcSrWLE/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY656YGRytI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_7sNkcSrWLE/s400/phuket+and+ballet+479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300378224013986514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The hotel. It has unique eccentric decorations/designs example: this, all over the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY662rO0UHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4EVwPpNsB0Q/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY662rO0UHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4EVwPpNsB0Q/s400/phuket+and+ballet+466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300379259942228082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY67RFNNVFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aM_6alECr1c/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY67RFNNVFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aM_6alECr1c/s400/phuket+and+ballet+458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300379713591399506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually the back entrance to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY677wM8NWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qK7pdvqP_r4/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY677wM8NWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qK7pdvqP_r4/s400/phuket+and+ballet+477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300380446687507810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hotel is still nice looking. Such as this picture.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY69ER9DBAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6wSo9e1zFLg/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY69ER9DBAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6wSo9e1zFLg/s400/phuket+and+ballet+434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300381692698231810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we check out of the hotel and check in to the hotel next to it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY69kqqxjoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6EO3QV0Jd9w/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY69kqqxjoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6EO3QV0Jd9w/s400/phuket+and+ballet+450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300382249088290434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6-TnDntOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/K_ySLUgTUfM/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6-TnDntOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/K_ySLUgTUfM/s400/phuket+and+ballet+436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300383055572612322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6_FbILErI/AAAAAAAAAK8/duwSJDC1Ygo/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6_FbILErI/AAAAAAAAAK8/duwSJDC1Ygo/s400/phuket+and+ballet+489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300383911363941042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to our hotel, we were really suprise at seeing this on our front door. I mean, why would they put this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is cause my mom told them she stayed at this hotel before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, we still do not know why is it on our front door but oh well just thank GOD for giving us this suprise. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY7AB2SWb2I/AAAAAAAAALE/WMIHUxulvDA/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY7AB2SWb2I/AAAAAAAAALE/WMIHUxulvDA/s400/phuket+and+ballet+551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300384949446537058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The hotel was big till the fact that they have to use that thing to send us to the front lobby or whatever that place is for the hired driver to pick us up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the end of our trip to Phuket and PHI PHI island.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY7BGi0tbJI/AAAAAAAAALM/_uxlvb5HyKE/s1600-h/phuket+and+ballet+519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY7BGi0tbJI/AAAAAAAAALM/_uxlvb5HyKE/s400/phuket+and+ballet+519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300386129632914578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-2069563016964450084?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2069563016964450084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=2069563016964450084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2069563016964450084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2069563016964450084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2009/02/overdue.html' title='overdue'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SY6uKZDpjmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HJjZGgN_beU/s72-c/phuket+and+ballet+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-8236199309798166512</id><published>2008-11-09T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:24:57.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday is a good day for me</title><content type='html'>It is not that any other days are bad.It is just that today is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Bangsar village to eat lunch and I saw one of the most beautiful things ever created by man kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The porsche cayman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SRaobZwIqiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9gWFaWoBer4/s1600-h/grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SRaobZwIqiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9gWFaWoBer4/s400/grey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266582002979088930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in grey. And ohmygoodness it is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is quite small but the bigger ones failed me. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally screaming on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every chance I got, I just have to look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if there is some magnetic force over it causing me to not take my eyes of this beauty.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I saw Speedy in the shopping centre and I decided to check out whether they have Panic! At The Disco's first album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out, they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking all around one utama for it, searching high and low, I have finally found it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How much I tried, I just can't put any panic at the disco pictures in this post.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact my sister is breathing down my neck saying she wants to use the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is why I ask for a laptop of my own for a pmr present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me weird but these are the reasons why I say today is a good day for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall let Brendon Urie's voice serenade me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-8236199309798166512?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8236199309798166512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=8236199309798166512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8236199309798166512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/8236199309798166512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-is-good-day-for-me.html' title='Sunday is a good day for me'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SRaobZwIqiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9gWFaWoBer4/s72-c/grey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-3325555244764418822</id><published>2008-11-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:35:29.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On point</title><content type='html'>Critisism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can really pierce right into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the truth. No matter how much it hurts. They are like comments non sugar coated, serve to you raw on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You do not have an arch."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what my ballet teacher said to me last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence itself, penetrated right into me. Like a sword sharpen to perfection in order to make sure it really hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day, i vow that I shall never ever hear those words coming out from my teacher's mouth ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an arch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want an arch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you an arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a perfect point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will show you a perfect point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a person who takes critisism. Well, fine. Negative statements lightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like reverse psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You critisize me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I am gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts real bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if my toes start bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as I perfect my point, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a perfect point and a nice arch is all that matters right now in ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall suffer and get hurt for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is what I've gotta do, that's what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SRaggoVh3UI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lBm1hS8Vhak/s1600-h/2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SRaggoVh3UI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lBm1hS8Vhak/s400/2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266573296700349762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt; is a nice arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I must have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go hurt my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-3325555244764418822?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3325555244764418822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=3325555244764418822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3325555244764418822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3325555244764418822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-point.html' title='On point'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SRaggoVh3UI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lBm1hS8Vhak/s72-c/2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-2124915363405162413</id><published>2008-11-02T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:21:35.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after PMR</title><content type='html'>Hello! So sorry for not updating my blog. With my limited Internet connection and being lazy, I just can't find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life after pmr is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask any pmr students and they will agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on, you can do anything you want, go out all the time without even asking your parents, shop like there's no tomorrow just to compensate for all the shopping time you sacrifice just to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there not to like?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good. Actually I have no idea what I am suppose to write. Just write perhaps because my friend said my blog is a little dead due to outdated posts. So if it is a new post she wants, it will be a new post she will get. Even if it isn't a very interesting one. Well, who ask her to pressure me? I live by my own timing. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have absolutely no idea what to write, actually I do. But it all involves photos from the camera which I am so lazy to go and upload. I shall be spontaneous and write about where I wouldn't mind working in in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind working in the Mercedes Benz Company. I mean, those who know me will know I love merces a lot. So wouldn't it be nice to be near the brand you love and be involve in the company that produces top quality classic, sleek, to die for cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like working in Mercedes heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that would be really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And working there would encourage me more to own a merc by my own, using my own money. See? Such a loyal future employee I am, supporting my own company. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which car should I buy? I'm planning way far ahead but who cares. I am a typical teenager who has nothing else better to do. Shoot me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop. The oh so gorgeous Mercedes SLR Mclaren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ11EzxuLrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EP8hO6B3b1I/s1600-h/mercedes_slr_mclaren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ11EzxuLrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EP8hO6B3b1I/s400/mercedes_slr_mclaren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263992264944660146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it to die for?? I quote another Mercedes crazy person like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why put this piece of art to shame by calling it a car?It is the best car in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop. The Mercedes SLK 55 Black Edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ12e_F1AXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/I8JVrJsCSDE/s1600-h/mercedes-slk-55-amg-black-edition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ12e_F1AXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/I8JVrJsCSDE/s400/mercedes-slk-55-amg-black-edition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263993814170009970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why I love Mercedes now??=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be noted that not all Mercedes SLK are nice. Only some. Some on the other hand has a square back side which destroys the otherwise gorgeous looking car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, having a sports car may open you up to many new potential dangerous things happening. For example, your car being stolen. Well, it is not surprising. Such a gorgeous car. Who wouldn't want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, own a more common car, like the S Class 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ16UOKcMeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sjOdk1sTKIE/s1600-h/b143_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ16UOKcMeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sjOdk1sTKIE/s400/b143_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263998027283837410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoodness. So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is only of the back cause the back is nicer than the front. The lights are different than normal Mercedes cars which perhaps is the reason it is nicer than normal merces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is I guess the top 3 Mercedes Benz to own compiled by Rachel. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly by the time I can own any of those cars I would be over 40 years old perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I can own any of those, I shall work hard first to own a cheaper car than a merc. It's not very cheap, but it's cheaper than a merc. Give it up for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Volkswagen mini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ190qol-VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KPpusnRPASk/s1600-h/volkswagen+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ190qol-VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KPpusnRPASk/s400/volkswagen+blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264001883217197394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow one is also nice but somehow the image could not be uploaded. Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-2124915363405162413?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2124915363405162413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=2124915363405162413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2124915363405162413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2124915363405162413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-after-pmr.html' title='Life after PMR'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SQ11EzxuLrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EP8hO6B3b1I/s72-c/mercedes_slr_mclaren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-4062522280882889765</id><published>2008-09-14T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:21:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petaling Street</title><content type='html'>Petaling Street. tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two words simply couldn't be put together. i mean, how could it? It is like saying Zac Efron. Cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally wrong.( sorry to those Zac Efron lovers out there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very dear friend recently went to Petaling Street just for the sake of her library. By the way she explain all the details to me, it was as if she step in to FAKE -R US and somehow that store got some sort of mystical magic powers that oddly only work on westerners to make them think that Petaling Street is a place that sell real things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I myself have not even touch the ground of Petaling Street and never intend to. The closest I ever gotten to this place( I don't even know whether this street is even entitled to be given the privilege of being called a place.)is when I went to the Avril Lavigne concert which by the way, rock. I was just looking out the car window till I saw the sign, PETALING STREET. I was...I don't even know how to describe the feelings I had at that moment, all I know was I somehow couldn't take my eyes off the place. Westerners walking around totally oblivious to the fact that they are surrounded by so many fake things. Ah, if only they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I couldn't really blame Malaysia for having an embarrassing street like this, after all, no country is perfect. But to be known as a tourist attraction is something that should not be tolerated. I mean, if we ever want to ever achieve the wawasan 2020, we should not promote a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Now in Malaysia, everytime someone bought something from China or Thailand, oh lets say, a Gucci handbag. The conversation will go something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Look at this Gucci bag I just bought while I was on a holiday in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: oh. (notice that the person is starting to doubt the bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh. Its real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above conversation is something what we Malaysians will say. So if we ever promote Petaling street, wouldn't the above conversation be repeated in another country better than Malaysia? But instead of mentioning Thailand it will be Malaysia instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would we want Malaysia to be known as FAKE-R-US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we would not want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, I urge those promoters, whoever they are to stop promoting this street and to just let us Malaysians only to know about this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is possible that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-4062522280882889765?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4062522280882889765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=4062522280882889765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4062522280882889765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4062522280882889765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/09/petaling-street.html' title='Petaling Street'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-1258688880647715181</id><published>2008-09-14T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:24:02.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR</title><content type='html'>tick tock tick tock tick tock. &lt;br /&gt;one more month to go. &lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock tick tock goes the clock. ticking somehow really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you knew it, you will suddenly wake up early on a day which is suppose to be a school holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart pounding, pulse accelerating,the feeling of the classroom closing in on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let loose everything you have been cramming in your head, all the sacrificing, burning the midnight oil everyday, it is for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded date- 13 of October 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the classroom, watching the clock ticking ever so slowly, as if it is having a good laugh watching our beady eyes staring at it to go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56, 57, 58, 59. 9:30 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. at last!No more sacrificing for books, no more locking our selves up in the room for books, now, its all about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I got smack in the head, all my day dreaming and fantasizing of that wonderful day is just in the end, a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I guess I have to just go back to studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1258688880647715181?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1258688880647715181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1258688880647715181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1258688880647715181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1258688880647715181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/09/pmr.html' title='PMR'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-5995598637892242645</id><published>2008-08-09T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:12:34.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic! At the disco</title><content type='html'>I LOVE PANIC! AT THE DISCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not wrong, I started liking them after their music video &lt;strong&gt;But It Is Better If You Do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course it is only natural to go to their concert right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, great music, Brendon Urie, what is there not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6, I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, many other people like me, wanting to stand right in front of PATD, came early. They were all sitting on the floor outside the stadium, waiting for the doors to be open and finally at about 6 30 perhaps? The doors OPEN. One step closer to PATD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert starts at 8. And we, Klothie, Gabriel, Melanie and my beloved sister were all there at 6 45. Plus the fact we bought the free standing tickets which makes us unable to sit, we stood and wait. and wait. and wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before PATD came out, Pop Shuvit entertained us.They sang around 5 songs for us. But i gotta admit, the songs weren't that bad. I guess this teaches us not to underestimate our own local bands as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. At 8 15. PATD came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the waiting and standing and maybe a little complaining we have been doing for the past one and a half hours were worth it. It was as if we totally forgotten those one and a half hours, it was as if it had been deleted, gone, vanish. Yes, The sight of PATD was actually strong enough to do this to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole crowd went crazy. They started the whole concert with the song we're so starving. Which I think is really suitable given that the lyrics contains words like&lt;br /&gt;.. Oh how it has been so long...&lt;br /&gt;... We were sorry we've been gone...&lt;br /&gt;....but we were busy writing songs for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATD were great. They sang almost every single song in their 2nd album and a few from their first album. But when they sang I Write Sins Not Tragedies. That. That was when the crowd went wild. Camera put down. And just dance and sing along through out the whole entire song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some die hard fans who knew the lyrics to EVERY SINGLE SONG. They were singing along to all the songs and I was just wondering in awe. It was as if they listen to their album every single day until they knew it inside out. WOW. Maybe I should be as prepared as them when I go to their next concert. If they are coming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with a crowd like that,(the whole stadium, only 35% to 40% turn up? This proves they do not have good sponsors. Someone should recommend hotlink as a sponsor to them. I mean, when hotlink sponsored Gwen Stefani, 99% of the stadium was full. And I am not suprised if it happens again for Avril. After all, hotlink IS sponsoring Avril's concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the poor turn out, PATD still gave us a rocking concert. They were not at all bothered by the fact that so few people turn out. Even if they were, they did not show it at all. Such true professionals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least, Brendon Urie. How can I possibly end this post without mentioning him? Brendon, as usual, looks smoking hot. Wearing just a collar long sleeve shirt and jeans, with hair as if he just got out of bed, it was a sight that will just leave you drooling. Ryan Ross also looked not too bad wearing a vest, looking very smart. But I always have a thing for Brendon Urie instead. Sadly, I couldn't really see Jon and Spencer that well so therefore, I do not have any close up photos on them .=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am, still full of PATD fever, sitting on the chair with the laptop on my lap typing this, listening to That Green Gentleman, Letting Brendon Urie's oh so sexy voice serenade me. Ah, this is the life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures for you guys to enjoy and maybe envy too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ12jEHF66I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ojbDj16-bko/s1600-h/IMG_6325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ12jEHF66I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ojbDj16-bko/s400/IMG_6325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232468686845373346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ13Zu8xWAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BZ2SjWyoeg0/s1600-h/IMG_6344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ13Zu8xWAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BZ2SjWyoeg0/s400/IMG_6344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232469626057742338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ135grXs9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/OqHHtHutpuY/s1600-h/IMG_6368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ135grXs9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/OqHHtHutpuY/s400/IMG_6368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232470171982476242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE PANIC!AT THE DISCO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ14SAJcvGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MVAIoOLbd0U/s1600-h/IMG_6355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ14SAJcvGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MVAIoOLbd0U/s400/IMG_6355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232470592746994786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendon Urie =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ15LEWMvxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-2iF-YUfRWM/s1600-h/IMG_6300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ15LEWMvxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-2iF-YUfRWM/s400/IMG_6300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232471573126758162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendon Urie. Again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ16JxW69NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0YkfSCzzilY/s1600-h/IMG_6365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ16JxW69NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0YkfSCzzilY/s400/IMG_6365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232472650361271506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan Ross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-5995598637892242645?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5995598637892242645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=5995598637892242645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5995598637892242645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/5995598637892242645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/08/panic-at-disco.html' title='Panic! At the disco'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ12jEHF66I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ojbDj16-bko/s72-c/IMG_6325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-1858749506202369751</id><published>2008-07-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:03:53.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars and men</title><content type='html'>Do you know, seeing a really hot guy is equivelent to seeing a really gorgeous car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask any of my close friends and can tell show you the facial expression i give whenever i see a hot guy or a really gorgeous car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, i decided to show you what equals to what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ1rU8JNmhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BV4jtP_KmUI/s1600-h/johnny+depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ1rU8JNmhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BV4jtP_KmUI/s400/johnny+depp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232456349560707602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equals to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxXQ2ftPLI/AAAAAAAAADM/LhAcHg_vlaQ/s1600-h/porche_cayman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxXQ2ftPLI/AAAAAAAAADM/LhAcHg_vlaQ/s400/porche_cayman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227649214488329394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porche Cayman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxXpQLcyOI/AAAAAAAAADU/6kmqXZ8d3jA/s1600-h/ed_westwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxXpQLcyOI/AAAAAAAAADU/6kmqXZ8d3jA/s400/ed_westwick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227649633699547362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equals to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxYFvvOpXI/AAAAAAAAADc/sHUJzzLv6MI/s1600-h/slk+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxYFvvOpXI/AAAAAAAAADc/sHUJzzLv6MI/s400/slk+200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227650123207452018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLK 200 Mercedes Benz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxYS0CX3hI/AAAAAAAAADk/d8fMWgA4TNw/s1600-h/brandon+urie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxYS0CX3hI/AAAAAAAAADk/d8fMWgA4TNw/s400/brandon+urie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227650347699789330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Urie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equals to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxZGknwc2I/AAAAAAAAADs/tusirIZfsw0/s1600-h/2006-Mercedes-Benz-CLS-55-AMG-IWC-Ingenieur-S-1280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SIxZGknwc2I/AAAAAAAAADs/tusirIZfsw0/s400/2006-Mercedes-Benz-CLS-55-AMG-IWC-Ingenieur-S-1280x960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227651236914819938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLS Mercedes Benz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, you cant deny what i just said. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-1858749506202369751?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1858749506202369751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=1858749506202369751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1858749506202369751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/1858749506202369751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/07/cars-and-men.html' title='Cars and men'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/SJ1rU8JNmhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BV4jtP_KmUI/s72-c/johnny+depp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-4529772565609152082</id><published>2008-07-26T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:48:53.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV ASIA AWARDS</title><content type='html'>MTV ASIA AWARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three words. They are just words. But to some people they can have serious effects on them. Screaming, shouting near faint experience and even crying just to name a few. Well, to those who are clueless about what i am saying, let me give you MY version of what MTV ASIA AWARDS mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRANDON URIE is coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone not go crazy over Brandon Urie??? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Enough of me sounding like some bimbotic(Is there such word?) person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV ASIA AWARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It practically is a once in a life time opportunity. I mean, think about it. Asia has so many countries. ASEAN alone has 10. So technically, the next time MTV ASIA AWARDS would be held here will be more than a decade later.And by then, all of us would be too busy climbing the ladder of success or building a name for ourselves to even bother to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;strong&gt;ITS NOW OR NEVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you cant make it to this MTV ASIA AWARDS(lets call it MAA),and are still determine to go to the next one in Malaysia, well,I suggest you should take up events management or just appear on tv. Thats a sure way to get MAA tickets. Oh, and if you are not interested in those options stated above, apparently being a famous blogger also helps. So, crack those fingers and start typing about everything and anything you can think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... maybe I should start updating more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, all I can do is count on my beloved sister's friend in giving us those MAA tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and praying always helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-4529772565609152082?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4529772565609152082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=4529772565609152082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4529772565609152082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4529772565609152082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/07/mtv-asia-awards.html' title='MTV ASIA AWARDS'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-3487474544169460032</id><published>2008-02-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:01:17.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world of trying to stand out in just the wrong way</title><content type='html'>What am i referring to? I am referring to the world of lalas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you should ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you use words like, ORHXX,MUACKIES,I LURVVE EUU,and keep changing words that ends with a S to a Z. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like puffing up your cheeks and put a peace sign really near it and take a picture and thinks it is cute??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hang loads of chains onto your pants(for guys) and wear different kind of shoe with different colour shoelaces and socks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair really long(for guys), that if you stand next to a girl, people could only tell the difference is because the girl  wears a skirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you answer yes to most or all of the above, you are in deep trouble. Dont worry, its never too late for anything.and in this case, its not too late to change back to what you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, no one is born lala. Everyone is born with the whole world ahead of them offering them so many opportunities and so many path to choose to follow that some of us ends up falling into a pitch black ,dark hole at the end of the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala dressing originated from Japan. but the thing is, thats their style, they made that style, its theirs. So why copy?? Be an individual, be your own unique, different self. We shouldn't copy other country;S STYLE. tHE COPYING TREND HAS GROWN OUT OF PORPOTION AND ITS NOT A GOOD THING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people dress that way to stand out, but you see, letting your clothes stand out for you is totally different from letting your personality standing out. Have self confidence, and let your personality stand out for you instead. Our world need more people like those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, throw away those outstanding clothes that made everyone stare at you for the wrong reasons. We should stand straight, hold our head up high, and let your confidence and inner beauty stand out instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-3487474544169460032?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3487474544169460032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=3487474544169460032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3487474544169460032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3487474544169460032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2008/02/world-of-trying-to-stand-out-in-just.html' title='the world of trying to stand out in just the wrong way'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-4793308994506857921</id><published>2007-10-26T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:02:50.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McD &amp; Two Girls At Home on a School Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125586202616848370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG9fqie3_I/AAAAAAAAABg/bbvEm0hg4EI/s400/rachel5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyGz6Kie32I/AAAAAAAAAAc/X-Yzve6_0ug/s1600-h/mcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125575662767103842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyGz6Kie32I/AAAAAAAAAAc/X-Yzve6_0ug/s400/mcd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EQUALS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG0qaie33I/AAAAAAAAAAk/uIZUUY5BSXg/s1600-h/mcd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125576491695791986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG0qaie33I/AAAAAAAAAAk/uIZUUY5BSXg/s400/mcd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG9_qie4AI/AAAAAAAAABo/35UfB9s14fQ/s1600-h/mcd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125586752372662274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG9_qie4AI/AAAAAAAAABo/35UfB9s14fQ/s400/mcd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus all the gone-crazy, shameless camwhoring pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were crazy to the extend that we took lala pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we are so proud . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE'RE SO NOT LALA =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lala people will kill us for taking such ugly lala pictures of their so-called-cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG1s6ie35I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CudqU5BLc28/s1600-h/rachel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125577634157092754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG1s6ie35I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CudqU5BLc28/s400/rachel3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.o Carmen has eyebags! And a weird eye. And a big mouth. Thats what makes her so cute! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG_kqie4CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/__K-WBUGsIU/s1600-h/rachel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125588487539449890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG_kqie4CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/__K-WBUGsIU/s400/rachel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go away, we're tired. *Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG8gaie38I/AAAAAAAAABI/acTwO6IfW7g/s1600-h/rachel6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125585115990122434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG8gaie38I/AAAAAAAAABI/acTwO6IfW7g/s400/rachel6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone want to audition us for the BIG BAD EVIL WITCH? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG81aie39I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Dc7jLJSmbLM/s1600-h/rachel7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125585476767375314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG81aie39I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Dc7jLJSmbLM/s400/rachel7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then suddenly, she whacked me! That #$%^&amp;amp;$%^!! She did it on purpose okay? See, she's smiling. Smiling! She's evil i tell ya, she's evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG-iqie4BI/AAAAAAAAABw/zoJFhrHdc3E/s1600-h/rachel8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125587353668083730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG-iqie4BI/AAAAAAAAABw/zoJFhrHdc3E/s400/rachel8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats a girl to do? Self defence of course! I slapped her back. Quite softly actually... I'm so kind. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHA96ie4DI/AAAAAAAAACA/eQnY9ZaBFGU/s1600-h/rachel9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125590020842774578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHA96ie4DI/AAAAAAAAACA/eQnY9ZaBFGU/s400/rachel9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she tried to strangle me. Evil. Sommore looking like a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHBs6ie4EI/AAAAAAAAACI/-bQS7UZB714/s1600-h/rachel11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125590828296626242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHBs6ie4EI/AAAAAAAAACI/-bQS7UZB714/s400/rachel11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I aimed for her weakness. I tried to cut her hair. Oh the joy of hearing her scream of fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHCXqie4FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3I9hmSTy2n0/s1600-h/rachel10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125591562736033874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHCXqie4FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3I9hmSTy2n0/s400/rachel10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, we stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE JOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHDAKie4HI/AAAAAAAAACg/21_EvFtjHDw/s1600-h/rachel12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125592258520735858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHDAKie4HI/AAAAAAAAACg/21_EvFtjHDw/s400/rachel12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We immediately realize we had something in common. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the fight did not stop there. It got worse. We were fighting for the junk food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHFJKie4II/AAAAAAAAACo/zRsM1jgUCPQ/s1600-h/rachel13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125594612162814082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHFJKie4II/AAAAAAAAACo/zRsM1jgUCPQ/s400/rachel13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;In the end, we both died. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, we both found out we had ANOTHER thing in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FASHION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the help of our new found likeness =D We made peace. Of course, my clothes will definitely be wayyy better than hers =]. If not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHF3aie4JI/AAAAAAAAACw/Lo8gvQxAw3I/s1600-h/rachel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125595406731763858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyHF3aie4JI/AAAAAAAAACw/Lo8gvQxAw3I/s400/rachel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.offancylifestylesandchocolates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carmen's blog&lt;/a&gt; for her version of her story. All lies I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG-iqie4BI/AAAAAAAAABw/zoJFhrHdc3E/s1600-h/rachel8.jpg"&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/38902846-4793308994506857921?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4793308994506857921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=4793308994506857921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4793308994506857921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4793308994506857921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2007/10/mcd-two-girls-at-home-on-school-day.html' title='McD &amp; Two Girls At Home on a School Day'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/RyG9fqie3_I/AAAAAAAAABg/bbvEm0hg4EI/s72-c/rachel5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-2381928161270120899</id><published>2007-10-12T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:47:21.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Nak High School Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Rw8J87qbQtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KTYvXJGAc_k/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120322243755983570" style="WIDTH: 635px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" height="253" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Rw8J87qbQtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KTYvXJGAc_k/s400/untitled.JPG" width="478" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/38902846-2381928161270120899?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2381928161270120899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=2381928161270120899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2381928161270120899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/2381928161270120899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2007/10/tak-nak-high-school-musical.html' title='Tak Nak High School Musical'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z_-pdu3tVuI/Rw8J87qbQtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KTYvXJGAc_k/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-3724080076563278227</id><published>2007-10-01T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:12:24.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what time is it? summer time is finally here now. sing and shout....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;urgh. everytime you here this annoying song u either wanna off the tv, change the channel, mute the song, or even go and study. yes, thats how annoying this song is. how childish it is too. high school musical is suitable for kids. i repeat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KIDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This show is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;over-rated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dont you agree with me? its so..... urgh. lets start with the songs. what time is it?? who sings a song about what time is it?? seconD SONG , you r the music in me. okay. i admit, that song ain't that bad but look at the lyrics.&lt;em&gt;everytime i hear my favourite song, i know that we belong, you are the music in me.&lt;/em&gt; wow. who knows when you hear your favourite song you know you belong to someone??the lyrics dont make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;like what my good friend told me. compare zac and rihanna. both 19. both hot. Rihanna is winning mtv awards and having her songs on radio stations and her voice is powerful. She'll be singing &lt;em&gt;under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh eh eh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;now lets look at zac. he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIP-SYNCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. HE IS singing &lt;em&gt;getcha getchagetcha head in the game.&lt;/em&gt; He's dancing on the golf course all by himself singing. fakely. see the difference between him and rihanna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;High school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; musical is so over-rated. look, there's hsm sing along, hsm dance along, hsm Malaysian version and for goodness sake, hsm tour??? talk about over-rated. and people actually like these sing alongs and stuff. kids are okay, but teens?? hello, wake up. how old are you?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;of course, this is just one person point of view, i mean you can like it, if you want. but ....i NEVER WILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-3724080076563278227?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3724080076563278227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=3724080076563278227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3724080076563278227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/3724080076563278227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2007/10/high-school-musical.html' title='High school musical'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38902846.post-4023141905054807605</id><published>2007-08-30T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:35:37.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my parents</title><content type='html'>My parents. what can i say about them? lets start with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dear old dad. k. he's not THAT old. but to me, he is. =] He? haha... hanging out with him is like being queen of the day. You eat good food, you will go watch a movie, go shopping, he doesnt mind buying what we say we want.( not that i said i wanted a lot of things=p) hang out with my dad, you will have a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mom. She isn't 'easy on the cash' like my dad. She buys us stuff, really, she does, but well.... lets just say she is a wise shopper. I can tell her many things. If it is about my friends, well, i label them as angie=apple. brenda=banana. like that. =D She gives me advice , some may not follow mine, but still, it gives me another point of view of the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But there's one thing that both my parents have in common that i dont like. my curriculum. it was actually my studies, but now, it is more of my curriculum. I learned my lesson to always &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; mention anything thats got to do aith curriculum with my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For instance, my dad. He was lecturing me bout my curriculum(groans)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then i said, hey, maybe next year i wanna join editorial board. instead of telling me finally you joining a useful club or something, no. he lectured saying, 'you think it is that easy to join?? Can you write very well? ' in an angry tone. Why cant he encourage me or something. being tear down by my own dad. well, I GUESS it is not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; suprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my mom. i told her i wanna join interact. How sad that i dunno the danger and the lecture that i was walking into. then, the lecture started. urgh... she lecture me sayin 'isn't it a little too late? next year you're form 3, last time ask you to join cheerleading you didn't want to, join band you didn't want to........'    Cant she just understand that is just not me?? whats the point of joining clubs i'm not passionate about. Seeing, hearing my parents tear me down like that...... it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They are suppose to be my parents, aren't they suppose to be my wall and support me or something?? what happen to that wall?? instead, they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt; me tear down that wall instead. it hurts so badly to know your parents aren't supporting you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-4023141905054807605?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4023141905054807605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=4023141905054807605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4023141905054807605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/4023141905054807605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-parents.html' title='my parents'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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-38902846.post-6704842796153771981</id><published>2007-08-22T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:49:41.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen's concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gwen. her concert??? absolutely wonderful. ohmygoodness. i mean, she is just so gorgeous on stage. Starting the whole concert with the sweet escape song. Akon ain't there though. wonder why.... i mean, he just had his concert like, what, 2 days before Gwen's and he cant stay for two days and sing with her?? weird.... Anyways, Gwen sang songs like wind it up, sweet escape, 4 in the morning, early winter, the real thing, orange county girl, wonderful life, cool, hollaback girl, rich girl, luxurious , what you waiting for and more.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This girl practically had no rest! The longest we have to wait for her in betwwen songs is like, 5 minutes?? oh yea, and she said a few terima kasee s too. yeap, thats right, terima ka-see. not kasih. But at least she put in the effort in sayin that right?? give her some credit. All her songs involve dancing, well, i think all, but if it isn't all means most i guess. not all her songs that she sang involve the harajuku girls dancing though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*are they call the harajuku girls??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, at the end of the concert , Gwen was introducing the harajuku girls one by one. all 4 of them, love, angel, music and baby. yes, thats their names, i didn't noe that. She also introduce the other 4 dancers and musicians as well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing i think that need to improve are the things they sell. Besides food and drinks, they only sell posters at 20 ringgit, and t-shirts at 50 ringgit. well, these are the only things i saw them sell. They didn't sell her albums at all. weird.. i noe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But overall, it was awesome.=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*early winter by Gwen is nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ThE reason i type this whole post out using black colour is cause her outfits(note the s)she wore were all black and white. except for once when she wore red hot pants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38902846-6704842796153771981?l=livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6704842796153771981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38902846&amp;postID=6704842796153771981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6704842796153771981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38902846/posts/default/6704842796153771981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglifejustthewayitis.blogspot.com/2007/08/gwens-concert.html' title='Gwen&apos;s concert'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942359302512444148</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></feed>
