<?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-18719983</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:20:35.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Reader, Love Becca</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-5806343173195306528</id><published>2009-08-22T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:27:47.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://rebeccafang.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5806343173195306528?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5806343173195306528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5806343173195306528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5806343173195306528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5806343173195306528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/httprebeccafang.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-2234403031991242852</id><published>2009-08-21T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:18:01.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21-08-2009, 11:32pm&lt;br /&gt;Moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-08-2009 1:15am&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-08-2009 1:16am&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2234403031991242852?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2234403031991242852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2234403031991242852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2234403031991242852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2234403031991242852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-7913970665712675728</id><published>2009-08-19T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:02:26.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi. Eye huan tuu dai nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371612475584666130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SovNFiZH2hI/AAAAAAAABYk/dYgf-k9VJic/s200/18082009010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t mine. I scratched and broke someone’s cigarette yesterday and he wrote this on the dead stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up for brunch at 130pm today. And then I sat down to do Business Statistics as in really sit down and do, ok. Statistical Estimation is a murderer; I am still very unsure about this chapter. Eleven chapters in all to be tested this Friday and I have three more left. I need a genie but one wish would do just fine now. On a happier note, I did not fail OBSE! This is really something to celebrate, considering the mild hatred I have towards the module. Once Friday takes its flight I’ll be back with ITB again. Dreading. Jetplane I want to fly you, come to me? Sai (Sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up plan: Air Force/ Navy.&lt;br /&gt;Ma says: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Pa says: Forgetful and careless people cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;Becca says: Pa its genetic, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-7913970665712675728?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7913970665712675728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7913970665712675728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7913970665712675728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7913970665712675728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/eye-hwan-tuu-dai-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SovNFiZH2hI/AAAAAAAABYk/dYgf-k9VJic/s72-c/18082009010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-8565065715096609198</id><published>2009-08-18T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:07:06.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger's down, now Facebook's down. What next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasri: So what do I call you? &lt;br /&gt;Nasri: Bodoh? Mangkok? &lt;br /&gt;Becca: Hmm ok, three options.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Lawa, cantik and jambu. Choose.&lt;br /&gt;Nasri: What the fuck they are all the same!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA till 6am in the morning. Ok I should really study now. Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8565065715096609198?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8565065715096609198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8565065715096609198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8565065715096609198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8565065715096609198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloggers-down-now-facebooks-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-2392757565137027792</id><published>2009-08-17T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:12:27.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blogger is being such an annoying bitch, seriously. No, there is no way I'm going to put this down; until Blogger decides to be nice and show me prettier colors. HWAI LAIDAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really determined to complete studying for BSTATS but much to my dismay, willpower alone isn’t going to help. On the other mothafucking hand, whatever I did and did not do the past month is showing great relationship with my initial target. I have been indulging in Greys Anatomy with Waiyin and lots of bitchwork with Florencia.  Therefore, thus and consequently, my notes from Chapter 8 onwards are all empty. Right, not exactly all but the blanks in the notes have not been filled in. I don't get why we still get fill-in-the-blanks in polytechnic when we have had enough of it in Primary and Secondary school. The plethora of fill-in-the-blanks! Eh hello, not fun anymore ok. I wonder if they still have it in universities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever’s happened to Gaia; a great deal of tragedies? Dear Thailand, both blue and red is equally pretty. Dear Korea please let the North meet the South. Dear Taiwan’s typhoon, please puke and return all that you’ve ingested. Eh Gaia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest and most irresistible belonging would be my notebook. And I plan to study overnight at {[(Yew Tee Point)’s] Mac’s} with Jaliah later- without the notebook. Acer, you have been a very naughty boy and someone ought to spank you HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH wtf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now flash this at me-   -_-" &lt;br /&gt;And I’ll flash this at you-  ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not skinny. And I want to be anorexic, stick-thin. I am fagging serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No pictures of me today, you happy right! Kanina ya cibai ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2392757565137027792?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2392757565137027792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2392757565137027792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2392757565137027792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2392757565137027792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-being-such-annoying-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-5505863167982066288</id><published>2009-08-16T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:39:58.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're in blue purple and black again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4:38am)&lt;br /&gt;You think you're damn cool with three colours on your body, zit??? FYNE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5505863167982066288?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5505863167982066288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5505863167982066288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5505863167982066288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5505863167982066288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-in-blue-purple-and-black-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-2367605449246447505</id><published>2009-08-15T13:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:59:33.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blogger, stop your bullshit. There are quite a number of substitutes; you should really buck up and spare all of us from your illnesses. I am very disgusted with how you look right now, Livejournal is waiting for me. Wordpress is waiting for Florencia. Now this posting page is in blue, purple and black. Fucking ugly. Oh come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- says: im into drugs&lt;br /&gt;- says: do u noe that?&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca says: What drug?&lt;br /&gt;- says: lsd,goa,weed,ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;- says: sorry if i never tell u earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I really like and have the hots for Radit, I will never be able to accept a drug-addict as my Radit. And I think the director for Radit dan Jani should really get both Rafie and me to lead Radit dan Jani 2. And Ahmad Farhan as the drug dealer. Comfem power, one. Ok maybe the director should get two Jani; Syaficca and Rebeqah. Wonderful ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did Discrete Probability Distribution. Its breaktime! Two hours of break upon the completion of a chapter. Reasonable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's well already! And the first thing to do izzzz... ... ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SobndspPQ7I/AAAAAAAABYc/py0VP-VCJYk/s1600-h/radit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370234103072244658" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SobndspPQ7I/AAAAAAAABYc/py0VP-VCJYk/s200/radit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SobnCu7W4-I/AAAAAAAABYM/TnhRokQ5yXg/s1600-h/radit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370233639828644834" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SobnCu7W4-I/AAAAAAAABYM/TnhRokQ5yXg/s200/radit4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SobnCD5HdDI/AAAAAAAABYE/p61g-oAg79U/s1600-h/radit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370233628276519986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SobnCD5HdDI/AAAAAAAABYE/p61g-oAg79U/s200/radit3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO ZOOM IN TO LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND'S ABS, I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2367605449246447505?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2367605449246447505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2367605449246447505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2367605449246447505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2367605449246447505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-stop-your-bullshit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SobndspPQ7I/AAAAAAAABYc/py0VP-VCJYk/s72-c/radit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-3107688684872502724</id><published>2009-08-14T16:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:07:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoUpmu_NctI/AAAAAAAABX8/dm8iNKHxg7o/s1600-h/Picture0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369743876134105810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoUpmu_NctI/AAAAAAAABX8/dm8iNKHxg7o/s200/Picture0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beat! But really happy. I can't wait for the exams to be over; I'm gonna party damn hard know! Florencia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waiyin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; can never cohabit together. We'd turn into hot-air balloons if ever we do. And I watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Radit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jani&lt;/span&gt; again; with Florencia this time. Last night was my third time but I cried at the last part, again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Radit&lt;/span&gt; is still fucking hot, I want to have his baby and name her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kirana&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Urg&lt;/span&gt;! Radit come piggyback, feed and play the ABC game with me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bstats&lt;/span&gt; paper on the 21st; this coming Friday and I should really start studying for it tonight. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;musn't&lt;/span&gt; get distracted, I must lock my notebook and family desktop away, Eleanor shall stay under my pillows and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;musn't&lt;/span&gt; walk to the kitchen to look for food at night. Studying for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bstats&lt;/span&gt; should be fine, I am dreading the moments of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ITB&lt;/span&gt;. I am still fucking you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ITB&lt;/span&gt;. Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote you a letter last night and I'll give it to you if it rains tonight. If you think its for you, then you should go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yewself&lt;/span&gt;. Its for you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fiasuifouabgiesubrgoaiuhgoeuhflf&lt;/span&gt;. Have fun unscrambling. Call me if you need help. &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/18719983-3107688684872502724?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3107688684872502724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3107688684872502724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3107688684872502724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3107688684872502724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-but-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoUpmu_NctI/AAAAAAAABX8/dm8iNKHxg7o/s72-c/Picture0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-7137678907753400856</id><published>2009-08-13T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:17:24.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoQfVI6d5FI/AAAAAAAABXk/WIT_ENOrTs4/s1600-h/Picture+0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369451103762900050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoQfVI6d5FI/AAAAAAAABXk/WIT_ENOrTs4/s320/Picture+0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iya, iya.&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/18719983-7137678907753400856?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7137678907753400856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7137678907753400856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7137678907753400856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7137678907753400856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/iya-iya.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoQfVI6d5FI/AAAAAAAABXk/WIT_ENOrTs4/s72-c/Picture+0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-5411503674774009717</id><published>2009-08-12T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:49:46.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Florencia: I like them, I really like them.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Why so random?&lt;br /&gt;Florencia: But I really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoLsTArAIuI/AAAAAAAABTc/fXIdezJZulM/s1600-h/food2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369113517121086178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoLsTArAIuI/AAAAAAAABTc/fXIdezJZulM/s200/food2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoLsS0OrOVI/AAAAAAAABTU/KQMnwXuC2iM/s1600-h/food1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369113513781049682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoLsS0OrOVI/AAAAAAAABTU/KQMnwXuC2iM/s200/food1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoMIJG1Y5CI/AAAAAAAABWs/cVpKk10xRSA/s1600-h/people1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Franky and his cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoLs-D1WrrI/AAAAAAAABT8/lB3ur1unQ68/s1600-h/franky4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369114256704188082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoLs-D1WrrI/AAAAAAAABT8/lB3ur1unQ68/s200/franky4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoLs8nqdQ1I/AAAAAAAABTk/q2f09z7KxlM/s1600-h/franky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The funky glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoL0IjC_ZsI/AAAAAAAABUk/3kz9xAqnwao/s1600-h/glasses3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369122133462968002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoL0IjC_ZsI/AAAAAAAABUk/3kz9xAqnwao/s200/glasses3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoL0IMeDb1I/AAAAAAAABUc/VXgiUKS66QM/s1600-h/glasses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369122127402463058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoL0IMeDb1I/AAAAAAAABUc/VXgiUKS66QM/s200/glasses2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoL0Hng8dwI/AAAAAAAABUU/OAPCkIorDcA/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369122117482477314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoL0Hng8dwI/AAAAAAAABUU/OAPCkIorDcA/s200/glasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My favourite girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoMHihzl-PI/AAAAAAAABWk/7D7dQtCi7tk/s1600-h/three3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143470527478002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoMHihzl-PI/AAAAAAAABWk/7D7dQtCi7tk/s200/three3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoMHiC2x10I/AAAAAAAABWc/9KX9364sb_U/s1600-h/three2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143462219339586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoMHiC2x10I/AAAAAAAABWc/9KX9364sb_U/s200/three2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoMHhrVBmbI/AAAAAAAABWU/EQFMrWVHbXc/s1600-h/three1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143455903750578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoMHhrVBmbI/AAAAAAAABWU/EQFMrWVHbXc/s200/three1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to be my friend? v^^v&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/18719983-5411503674774009717?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5411503674774009717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5411503674774009717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5411503674774009717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5411503674774009717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/florencia-i-like-them-i-really-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoLsTArAIuI/AAAAAAAABTc/fXIdezJZulM/s72-c/food2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-7658340132763780652</id><published>2009-08-11T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:52:05.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know, I wanted to post pictures here so badly but there are too many! I hate it when people say this but I don't care anymore.&lt;em&gt; Soooooooo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PICTURES ARE ALL UP ON FACEBOOK, GO VIEW THEM IF YOU WANT TO ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New phone for Becca today! Nokia E71. I wanted Blackberry so berry blackly, but the uncle was being so fucking annoying and kaypoh! If I were the uncle, I'd chose money over perception (OBSE test tomorrow, I am thinking Organisational Behaviour) and not be a bzboredi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ok Ma I want this one!&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Ah Song, how much?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ah Song: $700 +. Aiyo, your daughter use phone until &lt;em&gt;lydat&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ah Song: Buy cheap cheap one for her can already!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ah Song: She use three days, the phone like old already!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; if you haven't seen my LG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viewty&lt;/span&gt;, it is scratched and marred pretty badly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; fine very badly! Because I play Truth or Dare with it. What, you better shut up keep your negative comments to yourselves. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; my silver E71 looks fine enough, I shall name it, Eleanor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sahil&lt;/span&gt; just gave me a random call. My good guess: He's drunk, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sahil&lt;/span&gt;: You not tired ah?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sahil&lt;/span&gt;: Why not tired?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Why should I be tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sahil&lt;/span&gt;: No school ah, just now?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: No. Study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sahil&lt;/span&gt;: Why not tired?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Why! Whats your problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sahil&lt;/span&gt;: You want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sahil&lt;/span&gt;: You have been running in my mind these days.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(loud, heavy laughter at the background = drunk with friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368761263427995058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoGr7JaAxbI/AAAAAAAABTM/pvmVed8XQVU/s320/ahhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bai. YA! I am vain I want to post my picture cannot zit!?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-7658340132763780652?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7658340132763780652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7658340132763780652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7658340132763780652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7658340132763780652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-if-you-havent-seen-my-lg-viewty-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SoGr7JaAxbI/AAAAAAAABTM/pvmVed8XQVU/s72-c/ahhhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-6762693184813337810</id><published>2009-08-10T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:54:43.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368021257381407394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sn8K5ID26qI/AAAAAAAABRs/iEMhggsH85E/s320/shahril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shahril says: hey baby!&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says: I TELL YOUR GIRLFRIEND YOU CALLED ME BABY&lt;br /&gt;Shahril says: eh we are frens wad..i kacau2 also cannot uh??&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says: WHAT! TAU TAKOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha damn funny right. Too bad for you if it isn't funny! Cause that cracked me up. Anyway, family gathering at Ang Moh Kio today was really nice. Cousin Alex's getting married real soon, and we are gonna have our own dresses for the wedding! Love it when the women and girls gather in one of the rooms to decide on females' stuffzxzscx. Makes me feel all grown up! My favourite classmates will be coming to Yew Tee for dinner at my house tomorrow, can't wait! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten, twice shy. I don't trust you; not anymore. And I have developed a fear of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-6762693184813337810?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6762693184813337810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6762693184813337810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6762693184813337810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6762693184813337810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/shahril-says-hey-baby-rebecca-says-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sn8K5ID26qI/AAAAAAAABRs/iEMhggsH85E/s72-c/shahril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-217458438563977446</id><published>2009-08-09T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:08:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reena: Ma I want to buy colored bras!&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Reena: My friend wore a pink bra, so hot!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ma she's damn vain.&lt;br /&gt;Reena: I'm all grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was still a Secondary One kid, my hair was a fucking massive huge disaster and I cannot remember myself getting all excited about bras and their colors. Wow, hmmm. And oh yes! Ma didn't say no to this- "Ma if I do not wish to study anymore, I'd want to join NS. Ok?" And Ma went, "Air Force not bad, Air Force. Or you can come help me in my business. If you do not wish to study anymore." Cool Mum, cool. Eye lurb chu, Ma! I'm still not over G.I Joe. Maybe I should really take up driving lessons, maybe I should really get a car. Or a bike! My knee's being very unkind. And a bird has been spending a few nights outside the windows of my parents' room, so kuit! v^^v Giraffe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ma has just asked me to tag along to the market tomorrow morning. My twin has offered to go in my place. Don't say anything yet. The market's really near Macdonald's and her eyecandy works there. If my eyecandy works near a sty I'd go buy pork there, too. No, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If suddenly you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me-&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you,&lt;br /&gt;Too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide to leave me at the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that on that day,&lt;br /&gt;at that hour I shall lift my arms&lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;br /&gt;to seek another land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-217458438563977446?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/217458438563977446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=217458438563977446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/217458438563977446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/217458438563977446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/reena-ma-i-want-to-buy-colored-bras-ma_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-4853241973826257806</id><published>2009-08-08T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:20:29.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry to have made you end this. I still cannot find any fault in you, its all my fault, its all in me. And I'm fucking sorry. I will not mention your name anymore, much less tell others about you, about us. This I promise you. This is over, and never coming back. You still don't understand me, you still don't know me. And yeah, I know nuts about you too. But you're no better. I don't know how many in the soccer scene know about us, I don't know how they will react but I am telling you, I won't breathe a word. I'll keep everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a lousy girl I think I shouldn't talk to boys any-fucking-more. I don't know how to treat boys the right way, I don't know how to make them happy. I don't know why I'm like that, I don't know why. I am not a person of words, I am not a person of show and tell. But when I really like you I really do, I know it more than anyone else. And sometimes I think I like someone too much; to the extent that its more than how much he likes me. And I hate that. I know you're gonna tell me that I am egotistical, playing-hard-to-get, what-fucking-ever. Nothing lasts forever, so give me a fucking good reason why I should give my all when you cannot assure me a forever. You tell me. I don't know how to deal with goodbyes and farewells. But for this one, I will do it well. I think we made the right call, to end this all. And you take good care too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in soulmates anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4853241973826257806?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4853241973826257806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4853241973826257806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4853241973826257806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4853241973826257806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sorry-to-have-made-you-end-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-8502226318264574773</id><published>2009-08-07T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:22:02.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;W was really fun today, it was all games and laughter. Ok bitching too. And I think Puva's actually pretty likable, you know. Puva's the netball coach. And I really like my S&amp;amp;W class. (Awww?) And NPFC is second, after ITE-Combined. And I really like the team, a lot. I want the team photos please! Anyone there! Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258861819149058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SnxVf3RMOwI/AAAAAAAABRk/sYAdp3H-Nlc/s320/netball!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear Ho Waiyin, you have been upset since forever. And it sucks that both Florencia and I are unable to do anything to make you feel better. We feel helpless and useless. Please put everything behind you and move on. We have been telling you this I know, I know its hard and you're in pain but Waiyin, only you can help yourself. No one else can. With love and more love, Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258125765120786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SnxU1BQPExI/AAAAAAAABRU/6quUpjWyaCM/s320/waiyin!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai, I will miss you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8502226318264574773?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8502226318264574773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8502226318264574773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8502226318264574773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8502226318264574773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-my-friend-s-was-really-fun-today-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SnxVf3RMOwI/AAAAAAAABRk/sYAdp3H-Nlc/s72-c/netball!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-2652371387313329291</id><published>2009-08-06T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:01:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Bowled and scored 110 whoo! Whoohoo! Whoo! Whoohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. G.I Joe with my favourite people today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to stop studying and serve the country.&lt;br /&gt;(a) Submarines, air jets, granites or pistols, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;(b) I want to serve NS. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2652371387313329291?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2652371387313329291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2652371387313329291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2652371387313329291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2652371387313329291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/1_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-3444414815390818612</id><published>2009-08-05T14:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:15:41.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of the house looking like a kid running away from home. I had a backpack, a side bag and a bloated shoe bag. In my backpack theres my notebook, its charger, heels and personal belongings. In my side bag, three sets of clothes; one for netball, one for Bcomm presentation and another for football. And in my shoebag, my soccer boots and netball shoes. My fingers could touch the ground while walking my belongings were so heavy and I really looked like I was gonna elope! Ok and now the silliest part, ever. I forgot Pansee and Brandy. Go figure. 10 cents for a correct guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball was really funky, I shall leave you here. I, was kinda, traumatised ehem. Ok done, no more details! Bcomm presentation was kinda fugged I don't understand why I cannot present in front of my class. My legs were wobbling in Ma's heels. I think I'm too tanned to be formally attired. A white blouse, a black skirt, a blazer and a pair of heels with blisters on the side of my poor feet. My life is ruined. I am really sleepy now, my eyelids are weighing tons and I need toothpicks to keep them open. Football training at 5pm later; I don't have a choice, I have to attend training. Or else mmmm. And I need the toilet now I think I have a kidney problem I have been peeing more than a lot lately. And Thanes is really disgusting he loves Mexican POpcoRN. I think I am a sleeping pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. Game over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3444414815390818612?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3444414815390818612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3444414815390818612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3444414815390818612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3444414815390818612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-i-went-out-of-house-looking-like-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-4568959092023008402</id><published>2009-08-04T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:42:57.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi reader! No more melodramatic posts! This I promise you! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're a mistake- a huge one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4568959092023008402?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4568959092023008402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4568959092023008402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4568959092023008402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4568959092023008402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-reader-no-more-melodramatic-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-4566275713058351694</id><published>2009-08-03T12:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:21:40.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I were not serious about us, then I wouldn't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be telling my friends how much I miss &amp; can't wait to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Check my phone for your messages every minute.&lt;br /&gt;3. Frown when the messages I receive aren't from you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have our image as my wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to others about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pray for you before I sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;7. Provide you with morning calls every morning.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have changed your name on my contacts list to "OMG ITS HIM!"&lt;br /&gt;9. Smile just by reading your messages.&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell Ma how happy I have been these days.&lt;br /&gt;11. Be cracking my head just to think of a possible reason to prove that I am not serious about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There isn't any)&lt;br /&gt;(There still isn't any)&lt;br /&gt;(Still nothing. And I am serious about us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here. You choose if you want to keep this going. I am unable to make you trust me if you just can't. Its your choice. And I do not wish to annoy or bug you anymore tonight. The only reason why I hesitate to text or call you is the fear of you getting sick and tired of me. I couldn't really hear what you said over the phone just now, but it sounded like, "Going drinking with my friends." I don't know where you are and who you are with right now, but I am thinking of you and I miss you already. Gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking serious about you. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365588898163195234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SnZmrL3L_WI/AAAAAAAABQ0/_EkQ9dd9BTA/s320/florencialie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My dear babi please get well soon I love you very much and I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4566275713058351694?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4566275713058351694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4566275713058351694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4566275713058351694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4566275713058351694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SnZmrL3L_WI/AAAAAAAABQ0/_EkQ9dd9BTA/s72-c/florencialie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-8025713932429555118</id><published>2009-08-02T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:46:53.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SnRz1HyXIlI/AAAAAAAABQs/r5jA-UBcfpA/s1600-h/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365040412565643858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SnRz1HyXIlI/AAAAAAAABQs/r5jA-UBcfpA/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yours at $2000. I am dead serious. Mail me &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goodgal_1991@hotmail.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reena: Becca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; how to do this question?&lt;br /&gt;Reena: How... ...sodium &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chlororine&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: What? You suck at science right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chlororine&lt;/span&gt;. Chlorine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Reena: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt; I suck at this.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: You're lucky there's no oral for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Reena: Eh very bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sisters very much. And I want to meet Syafiqah Jasmi. Jaslyn Pek and May Oothin too. Urgh! Syahiran wants me to help him cut his hair. This is gonna be so fun v^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8025713932429555118?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8025713932429555118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8025713932429555118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8025713932429555118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8025713932429555118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/yours-at-2000.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SnRz1HyXIlI/AAAAAAAABQs/r5jA-UBcfpA/s72-c/IMG_1488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-615659874077022397</id><published>2009-08-01T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:40:45.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Flawed, flawed and still flawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not cried for a decade.&lt;br /&gt;But tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brave,&lt;br /&gt;but am shivering now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry and&lt;br /&gt;I treasure you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand; you wouldn't, you couldn't. Its my weakest link and I am still trying to accept and give thanks. Don't ask me what, don't ask me why. I'll tell only if you'll understand. And I just said you wouldn't and couldn't, didn't I? I'm not telling. Thank you Asyraff, Florencia and Waiyin you're the sweetest things on earth and possibly on other planets too. And to someone I like so much; thank you for going ballistic because it showed how ridiculous you thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you just fucking stop thinking about it? I don't give a fuck about it, you're the only thing that matters you understand me? And please stop the fucking feeling that I'm gonna leave you cause I am not gonna leave you do you fucking get meeee????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give two fucks about it, cause I give two and a half fucks about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-615659874077022397?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/615659874077022397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=615659874077022397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/615659874077022397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/615659874077022397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/08/flawed-flawed-and-still-flawed-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-7038352466945268508</id><published>2009-07-31T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:56:01.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;NGEE ANN POLYTECHNIC&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT DEVELOPMENT SECTION&lt;br /&gt;(Student Development and Alumni Relations Office)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING LETTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another warning letter from the school. I'm in deep black smelly shit. Ma returning by tonight I can't wait I missed her so muchzzxz. Had netball in the morning, followed by a cold bath at the toilet near the swimming pool and then CATS. I still hate CATS, and am so glad that its finally out of my life. Right now I am just waiting for ITB to do the same. Got home and then napped for four hours. Oh I had a really funny dream. Someone called to wake me up. I like it, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inserts name here): A B C D E F. Soccer player! Fernando Torres!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Eh not fair I dont really watch soccer!&lt;br /&gt;(Inserts name here): Hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ah! Fabregas!&lt;br /&gt;(Inserts name here): EPL only or Sleague also can?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: You EPL only. I both.&lt;br /&gt;(Inserts name here): Rio Ferdinand.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Fahruddin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Inserts name here): Eh where can like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Radit HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! Ok I have to do the Terms and Conditions for my group's webpage, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-7038352466945268508?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7038352466945268508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7038352466945268508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7038352466945268508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7038352466945268508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/ngee-ann-polytechnic-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-3140418706736282102</id><published>2009-07-30T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:23:41.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEAR SMELLY BOYS OF THE WORLD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls hate it when guys say perverted things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Girls like to be told that they’re beautiful, rather than hot, pretty, cute, or sexy. It just gives more meaning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls love to feel special, even though they might not show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls talk about EVERYTHING with their girlfriends. So that means, you’re possibly 90% of their conversation. And believe me, trash talking takes up most of it, unless you’re a Greek god, which you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When girls are online, they want the guy to instant message them first, and they literally burn up inside when they’re not messaged. Of course, when they are messaged, they play it all cool and go “oh, hey” as if they just discovered your message. &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA BULL’S EYE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Girls have a thing for guys who dress GQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Girls love it when guys are over 6 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Girls find it awfully attractive when guys wear just a white t-shirt and jeans and yet they happen to look awesome in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Remember. Sense of humor. GIRLS LOVE GUYS WHO CAN MAKE THEM LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls hate guys with bad hygiene. So put on that deodorant and clip those nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Girls love guys who know how to dance. &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Girls love it when a guy pulls them close by the waist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Girls go crazy when a guy smells good.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;YAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Girls hate cocky guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Usually, when a girl is sarcastically mean to you, it means they’re attracted to you, but are&lt;br /&gt;afraid that they’ll be showing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A kiss on the hand with the right timing can be a REAL TURN-ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girls have a thing for guys who sport blazers with a destroyed tee underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Girls have a thing for guys who have messy sex hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Some girls can think about their crushes for 18+ hours straight. No exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When a guy says something really sentimental, girls will remember it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The smallest gestures, the smallest stares, and the smallest statements could make a girl’s&lt;br /&gt;year. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Girls get embarassed easily, even if guys don’t know what the hell just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Girls daydream about their crushes. Like getting married, going on dates, kissing, etc. They just don’t show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Girls HATE players.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys who can sing are a major turn on. &lt;em&gt;CAN sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Guitarists are sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When a girl is upset and wants you to listen, she wants you to listen. Don’t give her advice unless she asks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When a girl is crying, she feels a lot safer if you pull her close and tell her that everything is going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Girls love it when guys say their name.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;REBECCA FANG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Girls don’t like short tempered guys.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;KEW YEW ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Sometimes girls just wish that guys would notice when they get a new haircut or if they’re wearing eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. When a girl calls you her loser or her dork, it usually means she’s attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Girls find it a lot more romantic if you just fall asleep with them holding them with your arms rather than having a night of hot kinky sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Girls will never say I love you unless you say it first. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to scream it from the top of her lungs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Girls love confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Girls don’t like rock-hard guys. They like to know that guys can have a sensitive side too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. There comes a time when girls have needs too. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. A girl will cry over you a lot more than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. A girl’s wounds can last awhile. And when I say awhile, I mean awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Girls hate guys who smell bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. When a girl cooks for you, you know you mean a lot to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Girls don’t like it when you think other women are hot and say it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Eyeliner is a girl’s essential product. Don’t ever try to take it away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Girls hate it, absolutely HATE IT when guys don’t keep their promises. It throws them over&lt;br /&gt;the top.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Every girl fantasizes about her wedding. Her dress, her flowers, her shoes, her hair. More than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Girls hate it when other girls flirt. Yet they flirt themselves too. Ah, the beauty of irony.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;FLO AND BECCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls will save instant message conversations when they like a guy. &lt;em&gt;WAIYIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. A phone call, a text message, or a single Hershey’s kiss will mean A LOT MORE than a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on her birthday. &lt;em&gt;WAIYIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Every girl think she’s pretty in one way or another. They just won’t admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Girls are VERY SELF-CONSCIOUS when it comes to their looks. No makeup is a very sensitive topic to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok scram!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3140418706736282102?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3140418706736282102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3140418706736282102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3140418706736282102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3140418706736282102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-smelly-boys-of-world-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-5344755195729605143</id><published>2009-07-29T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:14:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School was, well fine I guess. Vera is bleeding and killing me, I don't want her anymore. I have to say this; I love Florencia and Waiyin very much. Syafiqah Jasmi, Shahirah Jamil, May Oothin, Jaslyn Pek, Kamaliah, Wan Nur Faezah and Humairah too. And I miss Ma! OBSE presentation tomorrow, and I am so bloody (literally, at this time of the month) unwilling to wear something formal for it, especially when there's a match tomorrow evening. Formally attired, backpacked and with a shoebag in my hands. Very ugly. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wonder the late reply. Ok I am sure you are independent enough to take good care of yourself. And all grown up to know whats right and whats wrong. You take care and text me when you're home. Not too late, ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for trusting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5344755195729605143?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5344755195729605143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5344755195729605143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5344755195729605143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5344755195729605143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-was-well-fine-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-2386332917866447998</id><published>2009-07-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:09:54.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another day well spent! Lessons start at 3pm today, but I had to leave home for school at 11 to complete the Bstats tutorial. I hate Sonny Phua already, damn it (Kong, this sentence is for you). I have so many projects to complete I know I know I keep repeating but really, what. I hope I expire before the exams. Shut up. Well training was really short today, we did not get to do much and our next match's this thursday. Bench or field, no comments. But FYI, I attended training today ok. Urgh Wann, you feeling me right? Headed back to Yew Tee for dinner with (Inserts name here). I am a happy girl. A very happy girl. Ask me for a dollar, I won't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know you, getting to know all about you. &lt;br /&gt;Getting to like you getting to hope you like me. &lt;br /&gt;Getting to know you, Putting it my way, &lt;br /&gt;But nicely, You are precisely, &lt;br /&gt;My cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know you, Getting to feel free and easy&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you, Getting to know what to say &lt;br /&gt;Haven't you noticed, Suddenly I'm bright and breezy? &lt;br /&gt;Because of all the beautiful and new &lt;br /&gt;Things I'm learning about you &lt;br /&gt;Day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this feeling is so damn right, it can't be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2386332917866447998?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2386332917866447998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2386332917866447998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2386332917866447998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2386332917866447998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-well-spent-lessons-start-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-2502409276707089202</id><published>2009-07-27T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:10:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cigarette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension building,&lt;br /&gt;head screaming,&lt;br /&gt;taste buds tingling,&lt;br /&gt;fists clenching,&lt;br /&gt;teeth grinding,&lt;br /&gt;body craving...&lt;br /&gt;no more cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Claire Abbott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, sheeps. I am sad. Very very sad. A little trip to the zoo would make me feel so much better, really. Wanna bring me? School has been really nasty and unkind, I hate life already. I want to elope, with my belongings in a bundle, to a pretty kampong tomorrow morning. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Ma please take good care of yourself! Ma kissed me goodbye before leaving the house for the airport this morning. But it felt like a dream, I was in a very deep sleep! I hate her business trips, they make me sadder. God bless Ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yas: Hi Bec!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Eh don't call me Bec leh. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;Yas: Abeh?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Becca, kepale puki.&lt;br /&gt;Yas: Ok kepale puki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH! Kew yew kew yew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2502409276707089202?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2502409276707089202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2502409276707089202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2502409276707089202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2502409276707089202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/cigarette-tension-building-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-8372269293124843242</id><published>2009-07-26T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:59:09.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BComm test tomorrow. To complete OBSE, CATS and ITB project by next week. My group to present BStats tutorial on Tuesday. I can just jab myself to sleep already. Anyway I have been really happy lately, and I hope this happiness isn't  short-lived cos when I'm with you, nothing else matters. Really. You are a blessing and a joy to behold, I thank God for you. Ok I should really study for tomorrow's test now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good luck with finding your soulmate.!i jst cant force u..i will get back to you 4 yrs later mayb u will like me by then..ill msg u every mth and send u giraffes! (Ill cry all day listenin to semua tentang kita). AKO AKAN SELALU MENCINTAI KAMU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Nizam :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8372269293124843242?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8372269293124843242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8372269293124843242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8372269293124843242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8372269293124843242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/bcomm-test-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1118865817870795373</id><published>2009-07-25T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:56:07.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zaffan: I carry my bag like that, not so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Oh really. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Zaffan: Gravity ah.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: What about it?&lt;br /&gt;Zaffan: Gravity equals to mass times joules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, bangsat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microecons done, OBSE done and ITB next. Fuck ITB, fuck it. I don't even know how to start doing my part. And CATS, too. This is annoying, eye teow yew. Oh, I spent my saturday really well and I am happy. More than happy :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1118865817870795373?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1118865817870795373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1118865817870795373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1118865817870795373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1118865817870795373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/zaffan-i-carry-my-bag-like-that-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-8833516922658108650</id><published>2009-07-23T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:18:15.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8833516922658108650?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8833516922658108650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8833516922658108650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8833516922658108650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8833516922658108650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-5016686779951186375</id><published>2009-07-22T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:00:21.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're so lovely, you're so fine you're so beautiful my eyes would hurt whenever I see you. And I'd extract a tooth for you. No, really. Atrium is Disneyland. And my favourite ninja turtle's gone, I do not want to take my temperature at the station anymore. I am sad. Very sad. Why did you have to go, your replacement's horrible. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I have started carrying a hanky. A yellow one. Maybe pink next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361325332567543730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmdA_AT9z7I/AAAAAAAABQk/iG97ULJO5wQ/s320/TB01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes my bangs are straight already, someWann helped me trim it perfect before football training today. What great friends I have. And I got to see a few favourite people today. Fas, Nina and Lela. Another war this Monday. The team's enemy isn't my enemy. Mine's Nervosity. Tough opponent really. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. Joy, for sure. And maybe a pinch of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5016686779951186375?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5016686779951186375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5016686779951186375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5016686779951186375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5016686779951186375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-was-really-weird-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmdA_AT9z7I/AAAAAAAABQk/iG97ULJO5wQ/s72-c/TB01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-4049667532457271697</id><published>2009-07-21T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:00:01.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to cry. Schoolwork piling up, up up real high; I can't even reach the top to start. My friends are all dying, so am I and we should all stop schooling, rob the banks and use the money to, well open a huge big bank. Shut up, leave me alone don't annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to kick about; just school. I am tired, worn out and dying. And my bangs not straight; cause I snipped them on my own. Fuck the whole wide world :( Don't pretend you understand how I feel. You don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still fucking ITB, I am telling you. Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4049667532457271697?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4049667532457271697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4049667532457271697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4049667532457271697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4049667532457271697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-311976591452239639</id><published>2009-07-20T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:07:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmSLu8s1CdI/AAAAAAAABQc/wN4vplFTYVQ/s1600-h/20072009785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360563095162128850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmSLu8s1CdI/AAAAAAAABQc/wN4vplFTYVQ/s320/20072009785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're together, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect- you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break- her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyse and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think boys are lousy boyfriends and that I can do so much better. What's so difficult! But no I think I'd prefer to stay as a girl. And I hope my soulmate reads my blog heh heh heh! v^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-311976591452239639?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/311976591452239639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=311976591452239639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/311976591452239639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/311976591452239639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-together-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmSLu8s1CdI/AAAAAAAABQc/wN4vplFTYVQ/s72-c/20072009785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-5602409397651362764</id><published>2009-07-19T15:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:48:15.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360099199568656690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmLl0q8lOTI/AAAAAAAABQU/dtCSGKZtvWc/s320/my+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did Microeconomics; on Perfect Competition. And I'm kinda, proud of myself. Gonna have to keep going since the exams are nearing oh no dreading, dreading :( Ma has suggested spending a week or two at Egypt sometime this December, I can't wait :O Camels should be alright, though I'd really love to ride on a giraffe, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the report isn't due tomorrow, but on Wednesday. But but but, what difference will it make, since I'll still have to complete it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt; school sucks. Once my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt; appears I shall get us to elope to some cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kampong&lt;/span&gt;. We'll have spud for breakfast lunch and dinner, play hopscotch at our backyard every evening and five-stones before turning in. I wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!&lt;br /&gt;N: I want you to be my Jani.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: And Jani will end up with someone else at the end!&lt;br /&gt;N: Because Radit's not good enough for Jani, Jani deserves better.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Whats the point of starting something when you know it'll end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me if I am right. Whats the point of starting if you know there'll be an end to it. You tell me. Dickhead! Fuckface! Chickenbreasts! Ducktits! Fuck! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5602409397651362764?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5602409397651362764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5602409397651362764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5602409397651362764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5602409397651362764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmLl0q8lOTI/AAAAAAAABQU/dtCSGKZtvWc/s72-c/my+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-6441669477711014495</id><published>2009-07-18T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:53:07.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmFgetSlMMI/AAAAAAAABQM/_Q7HI-Exv70/s1600-h/snapshot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671112217473218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmFgetSlMMI/AAAAAAAABQM/_Q7HI-Exv70/s320/snapshot3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;v^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After soooooo long! I finally got the chance to meet both Aisyah and Siti this morning. Since training got cancelled, we headed to NYP to watch some H2O futsal challenge. All thanks to Coach Wahab for not informing us about the change of venue for training this morning (earlier) urgh! "Sorry ah my pussycat dolls sorry." Apologise je, tak ya nak pakai pussycat dolls buat orang mentel eh cik, kite tak akan nak mentel. Dah sangat merajok ok Coach tak bilang siang siang thanks eh thanks. My toes are itching, I want to play football now. Training at Ngee Ann later, gutch gutch I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiyin, I love you please don't cry. He's not worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-6441669477711014495?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6441669477711014495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6441669477711014495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6441669477711014495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6441669477711014495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/vv-after-soooooo-long-i-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmFgetSlMMI/AAAAAAAABQM/_Q7HI-Exv70/s72-c/snapshot3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-9143745187974541715</id><published>2009-07-17T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:24:53.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sushi and icecream with lots of bitching and laughter with Syaficca today. Syafiqah Jasmi, aku sayang kamu banyak banyak bodoh v^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGHdbwbNI/AAAAAAAABP0/OC4pctjdt_Q/s1600-h/syaficcarebeqah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359431019289144530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGHdbwbNI/AAAAAAAABP0/OC4pctjdt_Q/s200/syaficcarebeqah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGHCJDzBI/AAAAAAAABPs/QRU3ZEPqzBA/s1600-h/syaficcarebeqah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359431011962965010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGHCJDzBI/AAAAAAAABPs/QRU3ZEPqzBA/s200/syaficcarebeqah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGvP8oUBI/AAAAAAAABP8/YuNxDJFPFGc/s1600-h/syaficca"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359431702863695890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGvP8oUBI/AAAAAAAABP8/YuNxDJFPFGc/s200/syaficca" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGvd4MBcI/AAAAAAAABQE/Ah-MXnjObik/s1600-h/becca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359431706603161026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGvd4MBcI/AAAAAAAABQE/Ah-MXnjObik/s200/becca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becca: Aku suke Radit! So hot!&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah: Yaaaaaaaaaaa! Ilyas ah cut his hairstyle!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Really ah?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah: A ah, boyfriend aku hot kan he he he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-9143745187974541715?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/9143745187974541715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=9143745187974541715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/9143745187974541715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/9143745187974541715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/sushi-and-icecream-with-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SmCGHdbwbNI/AAAAAAAABP0/OC4pctjdt_Q/s72-c/syaficcarebeqah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-7902951484366427603</id><published>2009-07-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:31:57.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I PLAYED LIKE FUCK TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORSE THAN FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-7902951484366427603?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7902951484366427603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7902951484366427603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7902951484366427603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7902951484366427603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-played-like-fuck-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1207883705543947241</id><published>2009-07-15T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:56:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fuck my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group presentation did not go very well today; I couldn't stop trembling and my head just felt so heavy it was locked down, it was really hard to lift my head to establish eye contact I don't know why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;! I am not going to use cue cards any-fucking-more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why you suggested a (fill-in-this-blank) when you're not showing any fucking effort to make this fucking work. I am losing my cool, I don't want to try this anymore. You can go find someone else to go on a (fill-in-this-blank) with you. I don't want to be someone you'd text only when you're free, I don't want to be someone you'd call only when you're not with your friends or on your way back home from camp. If you really like someone, you won't text her only when you can, but whenever you feel like it. And 'whenever you feel like it' is almost all the time. Don't throw me all your dumb excuses &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I hate guys who wake up later than late, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, I tried really hard to reciprocate your feelings but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt; we'll stay as friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, fuck this, fuck everything. I am giving up on the whole Love thing, and I might just start hating boys tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined. Please, assure me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NPFC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1207883705543947241?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1207883705543947241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1207883705543947241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1207883705543947241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1207883705543947241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-my-life-group-presentation-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-4336467381312462442</id><published>2009-07-14T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:45:19.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am really tired, I want to dhigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jersey's too short for me, I should have picked XS instead of XXS. Ok now I feel fat XXS cannot fit perfectly on me! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358341368925442370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlynFdgU0UI/AAAAAAAABPU/V5cKO3SmdAk/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4336467381312462442?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4336467381312462442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4336467381312462442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4336467381312462442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4336467381312462442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-really-tired-i-want-to-dhigh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlynFdgU0UI/AAAAAAAABPU/V5cKO3SmdAk/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-9147470216210135131</id><published>2009-07-13T12:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:04:08.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SltI0NSG7ZI/AAAAAAAABPE/WQfJuYIwcEg/s1600-h/Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357956243443346834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SltI0NSG7ZI/AAAAAAAABPE/WQfJuYIwcEg/s320/Girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two great girls will be coming over to NP to spectate our match this Thursday evening! With their (new) girlfriends, err ok lost count. I suck, I'm still at zero. And friends like them, they laugh at me for being single (still). Thank you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960260627727186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SltMeCdgA1I/AAAAAAAABPM/OBffTSoKSKg/s320/girls2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate school. Very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-9147470216210135131?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/9147470216210135131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=9147470216210135131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/9147470216210135131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/9147470216210135131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SltI0NSG7ZI/AAAAAAAABPE/WQfJuYIwcEg/s72-c/Girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-1504175798913021983</id><published>2009-07-12T00:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:16:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have never wanted anything or anyone so badly before. And I want you more than anything and anyone else, from the bottommost pit of my heart please come to me, please belong to me, please stay with me and run with me. I will treat you well, and make you my last. Please, come to me. I'd kill for you, I'd cut my hair short for you, I'd turn feminine for you. Anything, as long as you come here and belong to me. Please, come and remain as mine forever. I want to die, you are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I don't want you to belong to anyone else. You look very mine. Come here, now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SljFyuuztAI/AAAAAAAABOc/JyjViWc2SlI/s1600-h/minepls2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357249232085693442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SljFyuuztAI/AAAAAAAABOc/JyjViWc2SlI/s200/minepls2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SljFyczw3WI/AAAAAAAABOU/wEOeCNMwxWU/s1600-h/minepls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357249227274640738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SljFyczw3WI/AAAAAAAABOU/wEOeCNMwxWU/s200/minepls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SljFzggCumI/AAAAAAAABO0/764aVu0apRk/s1600-h/minepls5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SljFzGORq5I/AAAAAAAABOs/V-8-WNbPvH4/s1600-h/minepls4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SljFyzbgSkI/AAAAAAAABOk/D3re7F0dqag/s1600-h/minepls3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love you, so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breaking news: Muhammad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nizam&lt;/span&gt; found dead at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt;, and it is believed to be a hit and run accident. And while a police officer was searching for his ID he found an envelope and inside it they found a strand of long brown hair, a movie ticket for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transformers&lt;/span&gt; 2 and a note mentioning about going to the west to meet an annoying little girl tomorrow. He will be buried tomorrow morning. Hope that all of his friends will forgive his wrongdoings. His beloved mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will kill this policeman one day. And I bought myself a new pair of boots today! I gave the Nike Mercurial Vapour up (As shown above) for the Lotto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stadio&lt;/span&gt;. His name is Tony. I love Tony he is so much lighter than my red mercurial vapour/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adidas&lt;/span&gt; predator. Plus! Its so much cheaper than the new black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mecurial&lt;/span&gt; vapour, I get to use the remaining money for more shopping. Thank you for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;accompanying&lt;/span&gt; me today, Fee :}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1504175798913021983?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1504175798913021983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1504175798913021983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1504175798913021983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1504175798913021983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-never-wanted-anything-or-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SljFyuuztAI/AAAAAAAABOc/JyjViWc2SlI/s72-c/minepls2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-1756629227330741454</id><published>2009-07-11T00:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:12:28.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LU PERASAAN, CB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, Rebecca from BA has the hots for you zit? Look, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; were the one who made the first move, and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was just being friendly and nice enough to talk to you. And I didn't expect you to tell others that I am after you. Like hello, do I look like I chase after guys errrr NO. Other girls may be willing to chop off their thumbs for and flick their fringes in front of you but I am not joining the fan club. I am not interested. Yes I may want a boyfriend now but from the bottommost pit of my heart, I am damn sure that you're not the one I am looking for. I don't know how to describe you; narrow-minded or shameless. You pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my friends would know that I have never confessed my feelings to anyone before, that I have never shown to others how weak I reallly am. And now the million-dollar question, do you really think that I'd give up my soul to go after you? And accept that everyone is on your path, swallowing your shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna ask, who? I'll tell you who. I'll tell you. Soon enough. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you both, Florencia and Waiyin.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Faris Danial, I still have your towel from Mount Eliz v^^v&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy 20th Birthday A.H, and I have not forgotten about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fixtures for the POLITE matches keep changing urgh! I hope this one's finalised. My friends, please come support NPFC ok my friends? And, my jersey number's NINE v^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357204986175737714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlidjR30z3I/AAAAAAAABNc/SdyIXezEqmQ/s320/updated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1756629227330741454?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1756629227330741454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1756629227330741454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1756629227330741454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1756629227330741454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/soooooo-rebecca-from-ba-is-has-hots-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlidjR30z3I/AAAAAAAABNc/SdyIXezEqmQ/s72-c/updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-4195784287093377530</id><published>2009-07-10T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:41:13.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I (kinda) went to school with Zahrul this morning and he, like others, commented that I look &lt;em&gt;kerek&lt;/em&gt; and fierce. But how is that possible when I am one of the friendliest person around. I share oreo cookies and annoy people seventeen to the dozen, know! You can't expect me to freeze my smile for good right! Huh I am so sadded. Please, be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was walking home from the station when I felt something poking at my back. Ok I was expecting, "You didn't zip your bag" coz that happens more than often. But it was Brian's badminton racket. I like standing beside him, I look So much taller he he. Anyway right! I just lost some weight. And I'm very happy! Ok I want to take a short nap now. How I love Fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mastura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4195784287093377530?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4195784287093377530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4195784287093377530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4195784287093377530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4195784287093377530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-kinda-went-to-school-with-zahrul-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-3827529560735661308</id><published>2009-07-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:29:08.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO MATCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE TEST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEH NANNY POO POO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye wann teow yew sumtink. My nails are black see I do paint my nails see see I am a girl see see see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3827529560735661308?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3827529560735661308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3827529560735661308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3827529560735661308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3827529560735661308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-match-bye-test-neh-nanny-poo-poo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1437310841020434593</id><published>2009-07-08T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:46:07.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCKOO, BOO TOO YOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356051141373756786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlSEIrBohXI/AAAAAAAABNU/MDlANiakmCQ/s320/boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is extremely mean and bitchy. "All the guys I find attractive are all attached and their girlfriends look like Princess Fiona from Shrek.", "When she's in green." But somehow I like it a lot. I received two mails from NP, informing me about my low attendence for two modules. One, the fuck-you module and two, i-am-ignoring-you module. Ok, I think its pretty cool to receive mails like these right; you know like, I am a rebel and everyone's scared of me? Swee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I want to kill sometwo. (Someone + Someone = Sometwo) You both, watch out. You scared of me, yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1437310841020434593?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1437310841020434593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1437310841020434593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1437310841020434593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1437310841020434593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/sckoo-boo-to-yoo-i-think-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlSEIrBohXI/AAAAAAAABNU/MDlANiakmCQ/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-2969531346672468492</id><published>2009-07-07T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:07:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am wishing hoping and praying very hard that our match next thursday will not be postponed to a later date. Why? You asking me why? Coz I do not want to sit for the BStats test! I have not been studying, I have not been doing my tutorials. And life suzx to the last crumb of your oreo cookie. Sighzxxscx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BComm: Group presentation next week.&lt;br /&gt;BStats: Test 2 next week.&lt;br /&gt;Microeconomics: Newspaper articles and essay by week 15.&lt;br /&gt;ITB: Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;CATS: Group presentation next week.&lt;br /&gt;OBSE: I am ignoring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys really have to grow up, real badly. Yuming and Chris Brandon (Fake name) took and hid away Waiyin's pencil case as soon as we left the lecture theatre for the toilet. Seriously, grow up. And urgh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Don't give me that cibai face.&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brandon: Don't give me that backside face.&lt;br /&gt;Becca and Florencia: At least backside better than cibai right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life suxks (try pronouncing that). Training today was really good, dinner with Wann and Humy was even better. Ok I should really (try to) study now. Goodnight and wet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2969531346672468492?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2969531346672468492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2969531346672468492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2969531346672468492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2969531346672468492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-wishing-hoping-and-praying-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-953719989825656519</id><published>2009-07-06T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:40:31.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlIo3R1HTJI/AAAAAAAABM8/0MpzHgYZX5w/s1600-h/POL-ITE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355387837041036434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlIo3R1HTJI/AAAAAAAABM8/0MpzHgYZX5w/s320/POL-ITE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;syaz. says: hari ni game eh?&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says: Dah postpone bodoh&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says: Dah postpone yang kasih orang website hantu&lt;br /&gt;syaz. says: sorry la yg pandai&lt;br /&gt;syaz. says: sorry la yg pandai kene takot ngan website hantu tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ok nak tido. Goodnight, mimpi basar.&lt;br /&gt;Syazwan: Night, jgn basar merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah, this small boy mintak sepak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-953719989825656519?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/953719989825656519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=953719989825656519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/953719989825656519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/953719989825656519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/syaz.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SlIo3R1HTJI/AAAAAAAABM8/0MpzHgYZX5w/s72-c/POL-ITE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-7263387911049386239</id><published>2009-07-04T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:31:21.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAMU DIMANA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad Saturday. Started off well eh hello football training, know. And then attended this horrible OBSE workshop. Hated it, I HATED IT. I hate CATS, I hate OBSE, oh but most of all I hate ITB. And nothing will change that. I don't care, I hate ITB most. Some cheena piang called me Rebackside today. Come on you're not showing enough effort Wei Yuming! More, more, more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florencia: Ok we look bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: &lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt; do?&lt;br /&gt;Florencia: Yeah we do, ok fine we &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;Florencia: But at least we don't pretend we're not.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: We?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she just had to say 'we' when she could have said, 'I'. But I still love you both very much, more than most. And Waiyin, don't be afraid to lose him, don't be afraid to upset him. If he isn't treating you proper, then you should just walk off. If you're afraid to do it alone, I'll make my way to the East and walk off with you. Swee? Zatz what friendz are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting a policeman tomorrow. Nizam, I will shoot you down if you make me wait, I don't care. Meeting Syafiqah on Monday, tak sabar! And I miss Phattzion and Zawani Currypup :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-7263387911049386239?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7263387911049386239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7263387911049386239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7263387911049386239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7263387911049386239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/kamu-dimana-had-bad-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-4785298785974166589</id><published>2009-07-03T10:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:29:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POL-ITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk1ozVEoRaI/AAAAAAAABLE/XaJnMRHYP_k/s1600-h/POLITE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354050763052565922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk1ozVEoRaI/AAAAAAAABLE/XaJnMRHYP_k/s320/POLITE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear NPFC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be fortified and standing by, my girls.&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging over the back fence and tittle-tattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will not retard to a crawl for us to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;We have got no time to lose.&lt;br /&gt;This is unquestionably a lucky stroke for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've played this game scores of time.&lt;br /&gt;Triumph surges in our blood,&lt;br /&gt;Strength of mind in our psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the inferno burning in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And replay victories in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Becca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda, miss Kryptonite. May and Jaslyn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk4TyDlMsgI/AAAAAAAABMM/iIOCdTlUoGA/s1600-h/Kryptonite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354238757665812994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk4TyDlMsgI/AAAAAAAABMM/iIOCdTlUoGA/s200/Kryptonite2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk4Tx5HNpSI/AAAAAAAABME/cD0CgDVB6k4/s1600-h/Kryptonite3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354238754855691554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk4Tx5HNpSI/AAAAAAAABME/cD0CgDVB6k4/s200/Kryptonite3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk4Tx8K-GiI/AAAAAAAABL8/U8qYwhIkLOg/s1600-h/Kryptonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354238755676756514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk4Tx8K-GiI/AAAAAAAABL8/U8qYwhIkLOg/s200/Kryptonite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk4VG8uIlXI/AAAAAAAABMU/_LT6RMZsNqc/s1600-h/Kryptonite4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354240216113124722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk4VG8uIlXI/AAAAAAAABMU/_LT6RMZsNqc/s200/Kryptonite4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18719983-4785298785974166589?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4785298785974166589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4785298785974166589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4785298785974166589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4785298785974166589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-npfc-be-fortified-and-standing-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sk1ozVEoRaI/AAAAAAAABLE/XaJnMRHYP_k/s72-c/POLITE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-6457348989694901013</id><published>2009-07-02T14:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:11:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heart. Luna's constant crying and tears never fail to annoy me. Like hello, stop weeping? She looks too young to fall in love with Farel anyway, and I don't exactly like her because she's too feminine and I don't like feminine girls they disgust me. The whiny ones, can just wallow in self pity and kill themselves. And Farel's not handsome enough to lead the film. Radit from Radit dan Jani is so much cuter. I am still not over that film, Radit's so charming and irresistable I love his hair. And Rachel's very cute, if I were Farel I'd choose her and ditch Luna. Yes Luna'd weep and cry and sob but you can't expect anything new from her right; crying is her thing. Farel is so stupid. If I were Rachel I would gladly shorten Luna's life since she's gonna die anyway, cause if I were Rachel, FAREL BELONGS TO ME YOU BETTER STAY AWAY But if I were Rachel, I wouldn't choose Farel to fall in love with, he's not handsome. If I were the film director I'd have Radit in the film, and make Rachel fall in love with Radit. Luna and Farel can weep happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that Eyecandy looks like Fedi Nuril from Ayat Ayat Cinta HAHAHA but I'm over Eyecandy already. My new Eyecandy now, Fedi Nuril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really read this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://israelisoldiersmother.blogspot.com/2009/01/images-they-show.html"&gt;http://israelisoldiersmother.blogspot.com/2009/01/images-they-show.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-6457348989694901013?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6457348989694901013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6457348989694901013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6457348989694901013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6457348989694901013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-8618894573926732345</id><published>2009-07-01T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:53:57.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Becca, why do you like malays better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preference, uncles and aunties. Like why boys like pretty girls better. Why? Because they are pretty. Like why girls like handsome boys better why because they are good looking. Similarly, I like malays better because they are malays. Get my drift? My friends tell me I will end up with a Chinese boy at the end of the road but who knows, right? I know how all of you are gonna point, ROFL me, LOL me, LMAO me (\/\/hatever) when that happens but its not happening yet so let me laugh first neh nanny poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't hate chinese boys. I just&lt;em&gt; prefer&lt;/em&gt; malays. Like how you just prefer pretty girls/handsome boys. Eyecandy's not online, again. My SB, whare har hew? :( "You won't even talk to him, online or not!" True. But seeing his contact on my online list just makes me happy, cannot zit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK HERE BLOGGER.COM --&gt; Blogger, why aren't you allowing me to post pictures? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:53pm Eyecandy is online I am so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8618894573926732345?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8618894573926732345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8618894573926732345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8618894573926732345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8618894573926732345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/07/becca-why-do-you-like-malays-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-7441590901015728140</id><published>2009-06-30T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:54:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am done with my Investigative Report and I'm so happy, so very happy. The name of the report sounds damn kewl rhye? Jhoyn Business Studies at Ngee Ann, &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;. Oh I scored 68/100 for my Bstats, not very happy about it but I managed to do better than Wei Yuming from China, three thousand cheers for me! And a great wall of chinese words for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football training was pretty slack today, but my calves are still tight and in pain. Calm down, Calvin and Cain. School's gonna be ultra boring tomorrow. And EyeCandy's not online! He wasn't even online yesterday night! Where are you EyeCandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rebecca; says: EH SHUT UP LAH 30 MARKS&lt;br /&gt;Yuming says: you better then me by 4 marks nia&lt;br /&gt;Yuming says: i beat you next time&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says: SEE FIRST&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says: If I let you or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision is mine to make, not you ok China man. And don't ask me what 'nia' is, I don't know. And don't tell me what it is, it sounds very uncool, I do not wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a boyfriend, I'd make him make me a mug of milo, drink me (think feed me) the milo and then piggyback me to my room, pat me to sleep before making his way back home. COZ I AM DAMN TIRED BUT CANT ZLEEP, I WANT TO DRINK MILO BUT DAMN LAZY TO GO MAKE. Ok that could explain why I don't have a boyfriend I'm a big bully. I miss Florencia :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-7441590901015728140?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7441590901015728140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7441590901015728140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7441590901015728140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7441590901015728140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-done-with-my-investigative-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-6997526406750419574</id><published>2009-06-29T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:52:17.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FAILED ITB, FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Swine. Flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ITB, I hate it. I know I should be glad, I was expecting somewhere around 20 but I got a 33 over a hundred but everyone did pretty well and I failed, pretty well too I want to die. And all I need right now is someone to tell me that its alright, that ITB sucks and he can't do it either, and that he'll help me slay ITB one day, and that I can cry on his shoulder. Ok not that I am sad enough to cry, but just an offer. Soulmate, where are you, soulmate! I need your shoulder, I fucking failed a fucked up module, hep mee kew id plz baby plz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagboard's on for Miss Ho Waiyin. Iskandar go ahead, you're invited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-6997526406750419574?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6997526406750419574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6997526406750419574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6997526406750419574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6997526406750419574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-failed-itb-fuck-i-want-swine.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-2165718802108634571</id><published>2009-06-28T21:54:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:56:06.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw my eyecandy today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw my eyecandy today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw my eyecandy today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after this post got published, someone gave me a shocking shock and I was terribly shocked. See, I told you. I never know who reads my blog, I never know the readers of my blog. I told you before right? I did, am very sure I did. Don't pretend. Ah I neh lie ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352388742928747122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SkeBNBoRSnI/AAAAAAAABJs/q0mY3bcWUeM/s320/KPO!.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/06/2009, 11:35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi becca.i don't know why but you came to my mind so suddenly.after all these years, only now im trying to let you go.to really forget you.may you find that someone you've been finding.i know it'll come.you just have to open up your heart.take good care of yourself.i'll miss you alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupakan aku kembali padanya. Aku bukan siapa-siapa untukmu. D'Masiv, nyani plz? And I'll miss you too. May you have a long-lasting relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2165718802108634571?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2165718802108634571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2165718802108634571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2165718802108634571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2165718802108634571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-i-saw-my-eyecandy-today-i-saw-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SkeBNBoRSnI/AAAAAAAABJs/q0mY3bcWUeM/s72-c/KPO!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-7224516795882983171</id><published>2009-06-27T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:08:49.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're getting nearer to Oligopoly oh no I hate Oligopoly I hate Oligopoly! Oh please don't Oligopolise, Economics? I hate Oligopoly! You hating it, you hating Oligopoly? I hate Oligopoly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you downloaded the documents for tomorrow's lessons? For Bcomm, the updated teaching schedule, writing short reports, oral presentation skills group assessment brief and integrated project assessment brief. For ITB tutorial, ZX will be reviewing PBL shitz, and no ITB lecture! We'll be doing some database ok? And for MIEC, perfect competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I sound like I am all ready for school, YOU ARE SO DAMN WRONG! I am dying! Can't. Breathe! Syaf see you tomorrow, Syafiqah. I have lots to tell you, Syaf and you'll have lots to tell me too, Syafiqah. She's my one-day-old friend, but we're so much like each other really :} Flenx ah veh impotan to mee know. Florencia please return to school on Monday don't break my heart! Waiyin, no excuses see you in school on Monday! H1N1 stop killing people ok? Plz be good. Go attack Iskandar! :) :O :O :O :O :O :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a cute baby at the restaurant just now. I have decided to marry next week. Ma said ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-7224516795882983171?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7224516795882983171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7224516795882983171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7224516795882983171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7224516795882983171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-getting-nearer-to-oligopoly-oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-8438635839884686211</id><published>2009-06-26T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:07:15.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My nightmare coming alive this coming Monday. Keep wondering, keep guessing keep asking yourself ok now, stop. Its school. Right am looking forward to the POLITE competition and both football and netball trainings but not school. Not the upcoming Bstats test, not the sooner than soon exam in August. Life is so sad, I need to plan The Great Escape on a charming giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so much easier, really. If I had someone to tell me everything's gonna be alright, that tomorrow's gonna be so much better and that I will occupy a certain place in his heart till it stops beating. Ah! I'd stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ogay, just a little tired. I'm ogay I'm ogay. No I'm not ogay! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8438635839884686211?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8438635839884686211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8438635839884686211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8438635839884686211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8438635839884686211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-nightmare-coming-alive-this-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-5676696621956487332</id><published>2009-06-25T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:04:25.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEAVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really exhausted and sleepy, my calves are still tight and irritating me. We played a commendable game today, three cheers for NPFC :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikal has fucking huge tits, I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5676696621956487332?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5676696621956487332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5676696621956487332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5676696621956487332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5676696621956487332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/leave-me-alone-am-really-exhausted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-4123502009705241335</id><published>2009-06-24T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:31:19.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am two months four days past eighteen and Pa still insists on keeping my IC for me. I need my IC, I need it I really need it to save me from utter embarrassment. Amir was driving along some stupid road and then the policemen stopped his car, Amir exclaimed, "Road block!" I was all, "Huh what road block what road block!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: Hello, turn off your engine and step out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Him only? Or me too?&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: You too. Both of you.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Amir, what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;Amir: Aiyah go out lah.&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: Can I have your IC?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Err, its with my father.&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Err, eighteen. My father wants to keep it!&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: Ok, ezlink card then.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: You see, my father thinks I am very careless.&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: Okok, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Yeah I want to have it but he says no.&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: Ok girl, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, if the policeman was a handsome one I'd kill myself in front of him, or tell him I am a criminal, so he'll handcuff me into his car. Ok as I was saying, I need my IC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ma, tell Pa to give me my IC please.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Daddy, give her lah.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Cannot, you are very forgetful and careless.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Till now, you can still forget to turn off the heater.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: What has my IC got to do with the heater!&lt;br /&gt;Pa: You drop things, forget things, leave the aircon and lights on.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ma but the policeman laughed at me for not having it!&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Ha ha ha ha ha ha Daddy give her lah.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Ok lah ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents friggin' laughed at me for their mistake, Pa and Ma I paid for your mistake! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4123502009705241335?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4123502009705241335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4123502009705241335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4123502009705241335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4123502009705241335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-two-months-four-days-past-eighteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-3915160579009328675</id><published>2009-06-23T11:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:32:16.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Cristiano Ronaldo has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lost interest in Paris Hilton."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350368312958397234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SkBTohdkKzI/AAAAAAAABJk/dF_Sfqo9524/s320/CatTongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;KMA, Paris Hilton! KML, Cristiano Ronaldo. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball training yesterday was downright kckckrazy. My arms, thighs and calves are hurting real badly I don't know how to pull through football training later ahhhhh I want to die I hate muscle aches but I have always been lazy to warm down properly eeyer so annoying. Found out yesterday that the netball POLITE competition is in October, good! Doesn't clash with the POLITE competition for football, very good! And Vera is still bleeding I feel like killing her. Cb you better stop bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be meeting Syed Haikal tomorrow yezzah been so long I want to pull his goatie and his leg hair. I like going out with him; girls tend to ogle at him, it makes me feel very good HAHAHA but he's just my friend, lah. Stupid face, see you tomorrow ok stupid face! I want to eat ketupat and lontong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Qi: Your legs very muscular leh.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Don't tell me I know! Its so disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;Yun Qi: But yah its really very muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherrrr! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okokokokokokokokokokok I'll tell you. KMA: Kiss my ass. KML: Kiss my lips. I am damn funny right HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I've got a good sense of humour right v^^v&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3915160579009328675?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3915160579009328675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3915160579009328675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3915160579009328675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3915160579009328675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/ronaldo-too-busy-for-paris-hilton.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SkBTohdkKzI/AAAAAAAABJk/dF_Sfqo9524/s72-c/CatTongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-2757265322732578450</id><published>2009-06-22T12:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:00:53.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is gonna be really&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;random. My thoughts have always been on shuffle you zee. Ok here goes, I like my name. I like Rebecca Fang most, followed by Becca, Rebecca and Bec. Most people won't call me Rebecca, but Rebecca Fang instead. Good option folks I like! I think Fang sounds really cool I like it a lot. And I like it when people call me Becca, its like lots of whipped cream on my chocolate milkshake, hanging from a pretty parachute. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ^^v &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG&lt;br /&gt;REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG&lt;br /&gt;REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG&lt;br /&gt;REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG REBECCA FANG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You lovin' it too, mate? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^v And I like this emotion a lot, it makes you wonder if I am trying to act cute here yes I am yes I am. So? My pro'em ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2757265322732578450?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2757265322732578450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2757265322732578450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2757265322732578450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2757265322732578450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-gonna-be-really-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-6962754321063689981</id><published>2009-06-21T10:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:14:25.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi mate, am back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349813331333105842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sj5a4VzCSLI/AAAAAAAABJU/g8yP3xozWVI/s320/aussie" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Awesome but Singapore &gt; Australia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Emirates: Touch-screen monitor, good. Food, inedible.&lt;br /&gt;3. Accommodated at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laycock&lt;/span&gt; street, Surfers' Paradise. Well furnished, haunted.&lt;br /&gt;4. Day One. Horses and lambs, very adorable. Dogs and cows, fine.&lt;br /&gt;5. To own farm in future. (With hot, young farmers)&lt;br /&gt;6. Day Two. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Jet rescue, sex.&lt;br /&gt;7. Starfishes sharks dolphins good. Other fishes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8. Family camcorder drowned and died, RIP.&lt;br /&gt;9. Day Three. Read content below.&lt;br /&gt;10. Day Four. Shopping. Disgusting, not cheap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;11. Fifth Day. Movie world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; ride good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;churros&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;12. Vera bled, bad girl. Bad timing, Vera.&lt;br /&gt;13. Happy to be home, can't wait for trainings, to meet friends.&lt;br /&gt;14. Missed favourite girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;15. To be rich and get parents a black helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;16. To name helicopter Victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is 'Content Below'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Third day, I did two extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kewl&lt;/span&gt; things I will never forget. Jet skied- If you are getting excited, I know! It was fucking awesome, it was like a motorbike on water! It was like, something cool something fun and something perfect. Like, five stars. I fucking rode the fucking cool Jet Ski I know I know scream for me scream for me! Accelerate it and you'll be lifted from the front, fuck who created that cool machine I want to own five Jet-Skis in future. Just when I thought that was cool and exciting enough, this man had to suggest something else. Parachuting 80metres above a boat! My sisters, a cousin and I had to say yes; it was kinda impossible to say no, I still cannot figure out why though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so all geared, and attached to this rope which then extended us 80metres above the speeding boat. I never felt so close to heaven before; it was fucking awesome I want to cry. Sigh so pretty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349813335816067970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sj5a4mf224I/AAAAAAAABJc/1FnhL9ssA5M/s320/parachute!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-6962754321063689981?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6962754321063689981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6962754321063689981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6962754321063689981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6962754321063689981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-mate-im-back-sooooooooooooo-brisbane.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sj5a4VzCSLI/AAAAAAAABJU/g8yP3xozWVI/s72-c/aussie' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-3811619006035148515</id><published>2009-06-16T11:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:25:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjcQdKCAsCI/AAAAAAAABJM/dLZnHM687G8/s1600-h/step+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjcOi2uKpiI/AAAAAAAABI0/gFqKV7QHZmc/s1600-h/muke+babi+btol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347759074493244962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjcOi2uKpiI/AAAAAAAABI0/gFqKV7QHZmc/s320/muke+babi+btol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haikal sent this to me. Hee tuk my pigchure wow we wer webcammeng. Name of file, "muke babi betol". I sent this to him. Name of file, "Muke Matair Kau." I won. You'll see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347760209305448066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjcPk6OeroI/AAAAAAAABJE/KkT9-UR3c3Q/s200/Muke+Matair+Kau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum baby cum, gimme a kiss before I bid you goodbye prreeeesh? ^^v &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjcMKNSdn9I/AAAAAAAABIk/AxVJRGDYscg/s1600-h/MEANEST.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/18719983-3811619006035148515?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3811619006035148515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3811619006035148515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3811619006035148515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3811619006035148515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/haikal-sent-this-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjcOi2uKpiI/AAAAAAAABI0/gFqKV7QHZmc/s72-c/muke+babi+btol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-8453713933978454775</id><published>2009-06-15T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:54:05.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjZCxCScsqI/AAAAAAAABIU/kfauPNfJVpo/s1600-h/wlao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347535017744315042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjZCxCScsqI/AAAAAAAABIU/kfauPNfJVpo/s320/wlao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amir can be really nice at times, especially when he drives us to BT for breakfast. But he can be such an ass at times when he decides that he &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to win. Then I'll shut up and make him say sorry. Ok he's a fine friend. Just, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's was so beautiful. Love it. I am really excited about Brisbane but I can't wait to return for football trainings, too. But school can wait. I have too much patience when it comes to school. I think Flo's flight to Indon's around 3pm too, hope to see her been a week already know. Oh yes, my sisters have opted for bangs too and we all look the same now, I like. Anyway Faris Danial you better start studying now don't be such a bitch ogay. Bye have fun on Sunny Island ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Paris Hilton, queen of the pig people. Eh bitch you better leave Ronaldo alone, give him his well-deserved break sucka. He needs time alone, after leaving the Man for the Real. You hitting on a new guy is no unusual matter but you wanting to be the next Victoria Beckam is annoying the shit out of me. Victoria, she's trying to be like you and then win you give her two slaps and a fart plz? And tell Beckham to become Ronaldo's best buddy, brother nigga or whatever, suggest he use PH's money like tapwater and then ditch her. Plz Victoria plz I don't want to lose Ronaldo. Cross my heart and kiss my elbow I love him a lot. Darling, she's just using you to boost her profile and popularity. Don't let her live with you make her leave you alone! Don't you love me anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I detect a look of disapproval in your eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8453713933978454775?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8453713933978454775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8453713933978454775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8453713933978454775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8453713933978454775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/amir-can-be-really-nice-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjZCxCScsqI/AAAAAAAABIU/kfauPNfJVpo/s72-c/wlao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-3436762320131313870</id><published>2009-06-14T22:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:28:54.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjZ2cXD2xLI/AAAAAAAABIc/AfwXKKnKeVM/s1600-h/rugbyfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591837147645106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjZ2cXD2xLI/AAAAAAAABIc/AfwXKKnKeVM/s320/rugbyfun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am red, pooped, burned out and dying. But unusually happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school football camp sort of revived the memories of AFC. Training, breakfast, nap, another training, dinner, lights off. No worries and tears, only well-developed muscles and an irreplaceable team. The two weeks we spent together was possibly, the best period of my life. I miss you all, yes I still do, very much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLITE nearing, and I am so glad the team worked and communicated well at today's training. I like NPFC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3436762320131313870?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3436762320131313870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3436762320131313870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3436762320131313870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3436762320131313870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-red-pooped-burned-out-and-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjZ2cXD2xLI/AAAAAAAABIc/AfwXKKnKeVM/s72-c/rugbyfun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-4607985654473120215</id><published>2009-06-13T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:28:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortals may hail me evil,&lt;br /&gt;curse for my death as I wither.&lt;br /&gt;You know nuts, I say.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood with blood;&lt;br /&gt;to comprimise and accept is hard.&lt;br /&gt;Two stones of the same lie,&lt;br /&gt;yet are unlike as raw earth and shining sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow salacious gossips,&lt;br /&gt;rip off them juvenile beings' lips.&lt;br /&gt;To flare is stupidity,&lt;br /&gt;lets end this with an air of finality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halt the ribald jokes,&lt;br /&gt;and all that I have regarded as part of the hoax.&lt;br /&gt;Enow enow I plead with you,&lt;br /&gt;why are you treating me like a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be freed from all blame,&lt;br /&gt;and all taint of shame.&lt;br /&gt;Hold I reject all apologies,&lt;br /&gt;spare me from all the hypocritical formalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall put you away,&lt;br /&gt;don't you ever say you prefer to stay.&lt;br /&gt;All memories that have already happened,&lt;br /&gt;shall all be burried and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I choose what I want to hear, see and feel, I have chosen you to vanish from my life, I have opted to dismiss you from my mind, and I have picked you to stay away for good. Because this is killing me, silently but surely. Ok bye forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4607985654473120215?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4607985654473120215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4607985654473120215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4607985654473120215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4607985654473120215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-mortals-may-hail-me-evil-curse-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-6609478713105559162</id><published>2009-06-12T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:25:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjE9W_OaNjI/AAAAAAAABHk/JeEyjhZ1xPg/s1600-h/Ira+hapy+..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346121697803777586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjE9W_OaNjI/AAAAAAAABHk/JeEyjhZ1xPg/s200/Ira+hapy+..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bestgirlfriend&lt;/span&gt; of all-time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shahirah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Binte&lt;/span&gt; Jamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been really different without you, life has been pretty boring without you. I don't know how different, I don't know how less exciting, but I do know that something in me is missing and its you. We have not met each other for sometime now, and I miss you like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kckckrazy&lt;/span&gt;. I miss the frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt; sessions we used to have, I miss window shopping with you, I miss playing soccer with you, I miss bitching with you, I miss laughing at the same jokes (and people) with you, I miss rating boys with you, I miss having you by my side. I miss you like the flower misses the sun in the dead and cold winter. Please take good care of yourself, and do well in school and the football team. I will be rooting for you, till the end of time and after the end of time. At times, you may think that I have forgotten about you, but cross my heart and hope to die I have never and I will never. I love you with all my heart and soul, and I miss you more terrible than terribly. I am unable to speak with my hands in form of messages and entries like this one, I am unable to speak with my voice perfectly but trust me, I really appreaciate your existance and all that you have done for me. Love, love and more love, Becca Fang.&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/18719983-6609478713105559162?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6609478713105559162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6609478713105559162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6609478713105559162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6609478713105559162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-bestgirlfriend-of-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SjE9W_OaNjI/AAAAAAAABHk/JeEyjhZ1xPg/s72-c/Ira+hapy+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-3759947672157591771</id><published>2009-06-11T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:11:14.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, I have found another reason to hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ITB&lt;/span&gt;. More. I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; had to pick the last seat of the entire row, and be a smart-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aleck&lt;/span&gt; in front of half the batch of BA students. And the teacher &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; had to embarrass me when there was another option; to save me from shame and utter embarrassment. No seriously this is no joke, I am not even laughing here can you be serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ITB&lt;/span&gt; paper: 1 hour 30 minutes (1330pm-1500pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Fang of TB01 completed paper in: 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;She walked to the front of the Conventional Centre at: 1400pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: [(Hands paper over to a teacher) with a cool kind of cool]&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Err minimum time is an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: What! One hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I turned my back to a colony of bees-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; students (I hope you got that), only to have them staring at me, snickering under their breaths. Fuck. And it was a luxury to walk back to the end of the hall with reddened cheeks, really it was charming I felt really lucky and fortunate and fucking cursed. I know, what the fuck right. The teacher could have exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear, "Oh, toilet? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; please follow me." but she fucking did not, she fucking made me walk back to my seat with a huge, red L on my forehead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I shall help you with that; Loser. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?!??!?! Seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ITB&lt;/span&gt;, fuck off and leave me alone why are you doing so much harm to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my classmates were nice enough to have their butts warm their seats, and wait for someone to take a shot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; manages to leave, I shall too. If not I'll just sit here and have a good laugh. Thank you classmates thank you I love you to bits and pieces and crumbs and leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being such a kid, by blaming everyone else when I have myself and only myself to blame but I am still in pain and embarrassment. Give me a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3759947672157591771?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3759947672157591771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3759947672157591771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3759947672157591771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3759947672157591771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-sooooooooo-i-have-found-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-3911729716700087703</id><published>2009-06-10T12:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:29:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Eh fish shi she mo ah? (Eh whats fish?)&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: Fish shi animal lah. (Fish is an animal lah.)&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Bu shi mammal meh? (Not mammal meh?)&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: Wo zhi dao liao, fish shi ke seafood. (I know already, fish is &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; seafood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: -_-"""""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiyin: Becca I'll go home with you today.&lt;br /&gt;Waiyin: I'll be meeting Hanzhen at Woodlands later.&lt;br /&gt;Waiyin: Where is woodlands?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Yew Tee, Kranji, Marsiling, Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;Florencia: Where's Admiralty?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: After Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;Florencia: Wait wait. Yew Ji, Kay ji?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: That one, in Indon ok.&lt;br /&gt;Florencia: No I pronounced Yew Tee and Kranji together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: -_-"""""""""""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuming: eh then ITB how?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: I have not started HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Becca: You?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: I don't feel like studying for ITB.&lt;br /&gt;Yuming: haha&lt;br /&gt;Yuming: fri then ITB what&lt;br /&gt;Yuming: so early study for what&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Friday your head lah its tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Yuming: not test one day rest one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: -_-""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1126pm and I'm still/only at Chapter 2.&lt;br /&gt;3 more chapters and one more website to study for.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking cb knn ITB go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"""""""""""""""""""""-_-"""""""""""""""""""""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3911729716700087703?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3911729716700087703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3911729716700087703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3911729716700087703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3911729716700087703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-student-1-eh-fish-shi-she-mo-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1200957119538750607</id><published>2009-06-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:42:28.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Si6TCSWhDkI/AAAAAAAABHU/-icemJyDV-g/s1600-h/P09-06-09_19.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345371475230658114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Si6TCSWhDkI/AAAAAAAABHU/-icemJyDV-g/s320/P09-06-09_19.08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day to our last paper! (Fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ITB&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to (Short-lived) freedom!&lt;br /&gt;Three more days to Football camp!&lt;br /&gt;Four more days to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bestfriend's&lt;/span&gt; return!&lt;br /&gt;Five more days to 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June!&lt;br /&gt;Six more days to Brisbane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do you smell the roses or the diesel fumes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1200957119538750607?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1200957119538750607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1200957119538750607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1200957119538750607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1200957119538750607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-day-to-our-last-paper-fuck-itb.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Si6TCSWhDkI/AAAAAAAABHU/-icemJyDV-g/s72-c/P09-06-09_19.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-2170450591310815513</id><published>2009-06-08T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:42:09.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Quiet World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to get people to look&lt;br /&gt;into each other's eyes more,&lt;br /&gt;and also to appease the mutes,&lt;br /&gt;the government has decided&lt;br /&gt;to allot each person exactly one hundred&lt;br /&gt;and sixty-seven words, per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rings, I put it to my ear&lt;br /&gt;without saying hello. In the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;I point at chicken noodle soup.&lt;br /&gt;I am adjusting well to the new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I call my long distance lover,&lt;br /&gt;proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.&lt;br /&gt;I saved the rest for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't respond,&lt;br /&gt;I know she's used up all her words,&lt;br /&gt;so I slowly whisper I love you&lt;br /&gt;thirty-two and a third times.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just sit on the line&lt;br /&gt;and listen to each other breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey McDaniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Inserts OH-MY-GOD-FUCKING-SWEET-LAH-WLAO emotion here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2170450591310815513?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2170450591310815513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2170450591310815513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2170450591310815513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2170450591310815513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiet-world-in-effort-to-get-people-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1179971982978947349</id><published>2009-06-07T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:41:45.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Faggot): How are things on your side?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: The world is managing to rotate on its axis,&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Even without your daily presence.&lt;br /&gt;(Faggot): That was not very polite. How have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;(Faggot): I didn't ask if it mattered, I just asked about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, when you gave up without giving at least a modicum of chase, I gave up too. And nothing will change, history will not repeat itself. Don't fucking crawl back when you cannot find a girlfriend for yourself. Don't fucking crawl back when you need someone to fuck at a friend's party. Fucking get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper today was manageable, I think. Am still not over the last question worth 5 marks :O :O :O I was trying to study for ITB, but I just cannot process the data and information (ITB, useful data = information). And that explains why I am happily blogging on my computer's input device, the QWERTY keyboard which is commonly used but slows down typing speed as compared to the Dvorak keyboard. ITB sucks, period. I know right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Rebecca Fang Lui Chi (Seat 210)&lt;br /&gt;Student ID: S10073545F&lt;br /&gt;Module Group: TB01&lt;br /&gt;Tutor's Name: Mr Sonny Phua (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha fucking funny I was laughing myself silly at the back of the Sports Hall. Unsure if I spelt his name correctly, I added (sp?) next to his name and some random teacher couldn't stop staring at my sheet. Eh kwa si mee kwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1179971982978947349?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1179971982978947349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1179971982978947349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1179971982978947349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1179971982978947349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/faggot-how-are-things-on-your-side.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-2245834637483842</id><published>2009-06-06T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:06:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SipxAtBfBbI/AAAAAAAABG8/Qedm4q5LWOk/s1600-h/deargod-imready1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344208164728276402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SipxAtBfBbI/AAAAAAAABG8/Qedm4q5LWOk/s320/deargod-imready1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am ready to fight you. And I smell victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied from 230pm to 9pm today. Ok cheat, I had short intervals but they were very few and far between ok. I have completed writing my own notes for Microecons its a fucking enormous huge gigantic massive deal, I don't care. Sssscuze me, 25 pages know. I still have not started on ITB. Its disgusting, I don't want to touch the textbook. And one more chapter left for Bstats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahlee yup penis lehz soh yew kan pray arfter ze comern tez ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muadz called me yesterday, Muadz called me today. And Muadz is fucking annoying. Muadz is a MaT rEp; a hardcore, one. arl0wh beC ehK? ehK jMp arGh. Ehk lepZ aRgh. Eh, diam ah. I did not understand why he had to return after so long, well close to a year, so I asked him, "Kenape tibetibe call aku?" Muadz, "i bru t0p up." What card is that eh Mat? Hmmzxxzxz. (Letak muke step &lt;em&gt;kuit &lt;/em&gt;kat sini)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2245834637483842?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2245834637483842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2245834637483842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2245834637483842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2245834637483842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-ready-to-fight-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SipxAtBfBbI/AAAAAAAABG8/Qedm4q5LWOk/s72-c/deargod-imready1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-8935820453221337046</id><published>2009-06-04T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:02:40.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life has been really bitter. Been trying very hard to prepare myself for the common test next week. Really, been trying real hard. Ok at the very least, hard enough. I don't know if I'm doing ok, but I do know that my right pinkie's in mild pain from excessive note taking. This sucks. Polytechnic life is supposed to be fun and enjoyable, why is this happening? Eeyer I don't like this. I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have not started on ITB. I just, can't. I don't give a shit about computer parts, hardware, software, network and all the stupid lameshitz. Isn't knowing where the power button is, how to switch on the monitor and sign in to MSN good enough? Stewpidz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for the common test to be over, I cannot wait for trainings to resume, I cannot wait for our sleepover, I cannot wait to meet all my friends again, I cannot wait for my turn to Australia. I don't want to wait. I want to die today and revive after the common test. Can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraff Khan gave me a call before taking off an hour ago. May God bless you, may your plane land safely, may you be spared from the swine flu, and may you have a safe and enjoyable trip. I will miss you- in point of fact I am missing you already, come back soon Bestfriend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, whats the difference between Real Income and Nominal Income. Tell me, if religious beliefs affect economic growth. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8935820453221337046?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8935820453221337046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8935820453221337046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8935820453221337046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8935820453221337046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-has-been-really-bitter.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1219019915029372788</id><published>2009-06-03T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:13:18.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi. My name is Rebecca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Had an awful day today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jab me to sleep plz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1219019915029372788?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1219019915029372788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1219019915029372788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1219019915029372788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1219019915029372788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-5655288243530753719</id><published>2009-06-02T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:21:30.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(a) Took a jab.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Tried to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Very painful. Screamed.&lt;br /&gt;(d) Discovered something.&lt;br /&gt;(e) Rhinorrhea's another word for runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;(f) V cool rhye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(y) I don't eat much but I keep shitting.&lt;br /&gt;(z) I shat (past tense of shit) my large intestine out today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5655288243530753719?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5655288243530753719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5655288243530753719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5655288243530753719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5655288243530753719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/took-jab.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-5927506703356584263</id><published>2009-06-01T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:08:04.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am getting weak. My parents went for a scheduled check-up this morning. Ma will have to go for a scope test tomorrow morning, and Pa will have to control his sugar intake. I am worried, but unable to do anything. I feel so helpless and useless. I feel so tired, I feel so annoyed with everything and I feel like letting everything loose and leave. I am really exhausted. I cannot take this anymore. I don't know what to do to feel better, I don't know how to keep going. I really don't know how. God please spare my parents You can take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5927506703356584263?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5927506703356584263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5927506703356584263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5927506703356584263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5927506703356584263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-getting-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-8339407609005528381</id><published>2009-05-31T23:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:47:15.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Dream within a Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this kiss upon thy brow!&lt;br /&gt;And, in parting from you now,&lt;br /&gt;Thus much let me avow—&lt;br /&gt;You are not wrong, to deem&lt;br /&gt;That my days have been a dream;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if hope has flown away&lt;br /&gt;In a night, or in a day,&lt;br /&gt;In a vision, or in none,&lt;br /&gt;Is it therefore the less gone?&lt;br /&gt;All that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;Is but a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand amid the roar&lt;br /&gt;Of a surf-tormented shore,&lt;br /&gt;And I hold within my hand&lt;br /&gt;Grains of the golden sand—&lt;br /&gt;How few! yet how they creep&lt;br /&gt;Through my fingers to the deep,&lt;br /&gt;While I weep—while I weep!&lt;br /&gt;O God! can I not grasp&lt;br /&gt;Them with a tighter clasp?&lt;br /&gt;O God! can I not save&lt;br /&gt;One from the pitiless wave?&lt;br /&gt;Is all that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;But a dream within a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edgar Allan Poe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And maybe you just need to vanish for good. So it won't return to chew and bite on me. Its killing me its really killing me I hate this. And this is for the world to know; I LOVE FLORENCIA LIE AND HO WAIYIN TTM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SiKlqqghPkI/AAAAAAAABGs/F_8hx8u-q4o/s1600-h/n872205446_6987661_1570574.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SiKlqZ-nzYI/AAAAAAAABGk/YpYDc1K0LSM/s1600-h/n872205446_6987661_1570574.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SiKlqJw6o3I/AAAAAAAABGc/k3RuqDhczQE/s1600-h/n872205446_6987661_1570574.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/18719983-8339407609005528381?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8339407609005528381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8339407609005528381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8339407609005528381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8339407609005528381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-within-dream-take-this-kiss-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-3642315115848969682</id><published>2009-05-30T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:53:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s you take a new path out of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;addened I may helplessly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou're an artpiece I would give five out of five,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eally; I am not kidding can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m ever thankful for having you in my life, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ret not I will be praying for you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;orget us not as you make more friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eep us in your mind during work or play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ear me out my dearest bestfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nyone new may come to keep me gay, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ever will I forget you I swear upon my grave. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537371140628530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SiDz8DlPoDI/AAAAAAAABGE/OdOPJtYIzhI/s320/P110409_15.10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3642315115848969682?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3642315115848969682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3642315115848969682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3642315115848969682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3642315115848969682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/s-you-take-new-path-out-of-my-life-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SiDz8DlPoDI/AAAAAAAABGE/OdOPJtYIzhI/s72-c/P110409_15.10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-4676785531972118886</id><published>2009-05-29T23:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:14:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got to taste happiness for six hours today. Thank you :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like never before. (Waiyin's bloglink HA HA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4676785531972118886?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4676785531972118886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4676785531972118886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4676785531972118886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4676785531972118886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-to-taste-happiness-for-six-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-5051509892260430924</id><published>2009-05-28T16:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:36:05.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh5H13yGAFI/AAAAAAAABF8/NTGNWg1oyBI/s1600-h/n872205446_6987730_6993069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340785198940684370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh5H13yGAFI/AAAAAAAABF8/NTGNWg1oyBI/s320/n872205446_6987730_6993069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi kid. I am watching you. Scared? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 18 years, 216 months, 832 weeks, 6570 days, 157680 hours, 9460800 minutes and 567648000 seconds of my life. I have never had only three papers for Common Test. And I am. So. Gay. About it. Open-book test for Business Statistics! If only ITB's like that, too; I hate ITB I have not started yet. I know nothing but 8 bits = 1 Byte. Good enough. Ok skip; schoolwork you are a good but naughty murderer. I hwan tuu bie err pooriceroomen soh eye kan kew yew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright gotta fly! I hope NPFC wins the match later! I hope I run like a machine. CIAO CHAO CHOW CHEEBAI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5051509892260430924?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5051509892260430924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5051509892260430924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5051509892260430924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5051509892260430924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh5H13yGAFI/AAAAAAAABF8/NTGNWg1oyBI/s72-c/n872205446_6987730_6993069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-3959359695823342717</id><published>2009-05-27T21:46:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:08:03.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh1x6WvFm_I/AAAAAAAABF0/FYvFcuFPhmA/s1600-h/n872205446_6987675_300469.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh1x6TgOqPI/AAAAAAAABFs/PQ0NlZsYRs8/s1600-h/4748_202212095446_872205446_6987676_2314271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh1x6J30U_I/AAAAAAAABFk/PZtqw7x_V7g/s1600-h/n872205446_6987670_1044312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340549977027662834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh1x6J30U_I/AAAAAAAABFk/PZtqw7x_V7g/s200/n872205446_6987670_1044312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh1x5xF9fqI/AAAAAAAABFc/X08rWOfaFJg/s1600-h/n872205446_6987667_1976763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340549970376097442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh1x5xF9fqI/AAAAAAAABFc/X08rWOfaFJg/s200/n872205446_6987667_1976763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn brown and Florencia just cannot stop whining about how dark she is getting from weekly netball trainings. Florencia, final warning for you ok. And I am getting sick of my bangszxc. So annoying. Grow, hurry grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with the girls today. Bought two high-waisted skirts and a basic top. I wanted this pretty top from Dorothy Perkins but the sizes were too big. Ok I like that; it makes me feel slim. "Sigh, not my size." And then fake a frown when you're boiling joy deep inside heh heh. And I like Cotton On a lot. I tried size 8 and was able to pull the skirt down without unbuttoning the front. Omg I felt awesome, felt so great. I tried size 6 and could put both hands in I think I'm 5. And I'm so happy. Waiyin plz change your ringing tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faris: I tell you what hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Faris: Bring along an innova pe shirt or someth.&lt;br /&gt;Faris: Then before you come in you change.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Change where!&lt;br /&gt;Faris: At the staircase there.&lt;br /&gt;Faris: TOILET LA.&lt;br /&gt;Faris: At the mrt station have right.&lt;br /&gt;Faris: Alamak.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: But very dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ok. I change at the CLOSEST toilet from the back gate.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: But you must wait for me at the gate. Like my dog.&lt;br /&gt;Faris: Like your what?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: My dog!&lt;br /&gt;Faris: What? nanti kau becca. friday you watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now lets have fun with Fill-In-The-Blanks. Here are your options: Was Too Is My Mine Like Two Liking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faris ___ my new dog. I ___ my new dog. ___ new dog likes me ___. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3959359695823342717?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3959359695823342717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3959359695823342717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3959359695823342717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3959359695823342717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-damn-brown-and-florencia-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sh1x6J30U_I/AAAAAAAABFk/PZtqw7x_V7g/s72-c/n872205446_6987670_1044312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-6552900709536588086</id><published>2009-05-26T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:35:55.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShwMKN2jwkI/AAAAAAAABC4/XGls_ruOorI/s1600-h/omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340156627811287618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShwMKN2jwkI/AAAAAAAABC4/XGls_ruOorI/s400/omg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dom, plz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-6552900709536588086?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6552900709536588086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6552900709536588086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6552900709536588086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6552900709536588086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/dom-plz.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShwMKN2jwkI/AAAAAAAABC4/XGls_ruOorI/s72-c/omg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-6817195235659066282</id><published>2009-05-25T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:41:47.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello reader! How was your day? Mine was awesome. Well guess what? I have found Iskandar! You must be really sexcited to take a peek! Ok eyeballs shift down a little! Its gonna be really revolting but hey please show him some respect! Though he has been a really disrespectful child! Hold your spew and phlegm please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339769355062542002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Shqr7-cE_rI/AAAAAAAABCw/dzJQxK7kAG8/s400/ugly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go away, creature. Go far far away, leave and never return because you're a pain in the ass. Oh you stink pretty badly too, ewwwwww. You look horrible, you smell terrible and your infantile behaviour's very well displayed but I don't like you one bit. Go. Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for the match at Kallang this evening. I know its wrong to voluntarily absent myself from an important match but I do not want to make a trip to the other side of the island just to grit my teeth when Sarah stares daggers and spits stones at me. I hate it. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day. ITB project, revision and more revision and then football training. Ma please take good care of yourself when you're away on a business trip; I will miss you badly but I'll try my best to be a good girl but you know Ma, Iskandar's really so annoying can you phonecall his Ma to inform her? Make his Ma cane him too he's such a pest really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-6817195235659066282?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6817195235659066282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6817195235659066282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6817195235659066282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6817195235659066282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-reader-how-was-your-day-mine-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Shqr7-cE_rI/AAAAAAAABCw/dzJQxK7kAG8/s72-c/ugly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-2602126767973665257</id><published>2009-05-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:44:37.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am not doing this for anyone. I have decided to continue blogging here; to show Iskandar that I am not affected by what he said. Ok I admit, I was. I am only human right? Like you wouldn't be? Anyway Iskandar, I have this gut feeling that you're a female and that you used a male's name to cover up. If you're &lt;em&gt;an&lt;/em&gt; Iskandar, why on earth would you mind a chinese girl converting just to 'suck up' to malay boys; when you're one of them? Wouldn't you be happy about it? Fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WIN. YOU LOSE, YOU SUCK AND YOU SHOULD REALLY GO SUCK YOUR SMELLY TOE TILL IT MENSTRUATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll stop. Met Ira and Esha after dinosaur and dodo months today. Lepaked at Woodlands for three full circles round the clock before heading to the library at Jurong East to meet The Bestfriend, who couldn't stop whining and droning over his online quizzes which he failed pretty miserably. You need to start studying Cb face. Hi Ahmad I know you are reading this. I will get you under my armpits for waking up late today. You should know why. Just you wait ok Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Pa's birthday. I love you Pa I love you with all my heart and my soul, my flesh and my blood. I love you for everything you have done and are doing for the family, I thank you for providing us with everything we need to make life comfortable. Love you and Ma till the end of time, and after the end of time. You're such a wonderful father, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339434579307649730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Shl7ddkR2sI/AAAAAAAABCg/89X4fSEaMuA/s320/Photo0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Iskandar, I LOVE MALAY BOYS and/but so what? MYOB. You must be dying to live my life. Heeeeeeeeeeeee so flattering ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exaunts. (A round of applause for me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2602126767973665257?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2602126767973665257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2602126767973665257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2602126767973665257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2602126767973665257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-not-doing-this-for-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Shl7ddkR2sI/AAAAAAAABCg/89X4fSEaMuA/s72-c/Photo0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-3979459022174239944</id><published>2009-05-22T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:22:26.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you read my blog? 1. Because you're my friend. 2. Because you hate me. I don't know who you are and where you come from, I don't know how you've come to know about my blog. And I don't really care who you really are, because if you are interested to know about my life, then go ahead. And because I do not know who reads my blog, the contents of this blog is for no one in particular to see. Like anyone else, I do not wish for a veritable thunderstorm of words to come crashing down on me just because you dislike me. So, for crying out loud, if you have something against me, you should really stop reading this blog. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm sorry I was unable to meet you today, Ira. I miss and love you please meet me soon. Miza Lia Mas Nora Kalysa Emiliah Anika and Lela too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3979459022174239944?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3979459022174239944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3979459022174239944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3979459022174239944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3979459022174239944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-reader.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1919912120759130575</id><published>2009-05-21T10:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:06:17.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I bring you, us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcmL4XFI/AAAAAAAABBo/8zl1pzirWfc/s1600-h/snapshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338106354395012178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcmL4XFI/AAAAAAAABBo/8zl1pzirWfc/s200/snapshot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcApiGVI/AAAAAAAABBI/_DIMzPCbN-g/s1600-h/snapshot7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338106344318835026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcApiGVI/AAAAAAAABBI/_DIMzPCbN-g/s200/snapshot7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcd5hHGI/AAAAAAAABBY/IA5FbtWn314/s1600-h/snapshot10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338106352170507362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcd5hHGI/AAAAAAAABBY/IA5FbtWn314/s200/snapshot10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTHEsPVgSI/AAAAAAAABCA/CgthZVOaalA/s1600-h/snapshot11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338110341749768482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTHEsPVgSI/AAAAAAAABCA/CgthZVOaalA/s200/snapshot11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcR8aToI/AAAAAAAABBQ/NFJWE4Wh6Y8/s1600-h/snapshot9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338106348961418882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcR8aToI/AAAAAAAABBQ/NFJWE4Wh6Y8/s200/snapshot9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTGIY_OeoI/AAAAAAAABBw/10xfK3w7CNk/s1600-h/snapshot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338109305789774466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTGIY_OeoI/AAAAAAAABBw/10xfK3w7CNk/s200/snapshot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShS_qvbg2wI/AAAAAAAABBA/kUoYW4-zhb4/s1600-h/snapshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338102199348157186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShS_qvbg2wI/AAAAAAAABBA/kUoYW4-zhb4/s200/snapshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTGItNoVaI/AAAAAAAABB4/nTkHmmN1pBY/s1600-h/snapshot14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338109311218898338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTGItNoVaI/AAAAAAAABB4/nTkHmmN1pBY/s200/snapshot14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcr8EgAI/AAAAAAAABBg/yftaT7U7zBI/s1600-h/snapshot12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338106355939311618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcr8EgAI/AAAAAAAABBg/yftaT7U7zBI/s200/snapshot12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar, don't use someone else's name to identify yourself. You do not seem to know much about the religion yourself. And honestly boy, its foolish to want to 'suck up' to malay boys. Not all malay boys are decent boys; not all chinese boys are decent boys; not all indian boys are decent boys. I admit that I prefer malay boys but that does not imply that I want to 'suck up' to them. Anyway, if a malay guy's so easy to 'suck up' to, I doubt I'd want him. Your breath stinks horribly you need Listerine. A dozen of it. I don't know who you are, I don't know where you're from and I don't know what I did to you, to make you do this to me in return. Look, you're not worth it ok. To Reader, Passerby and Syahiran, thank you for standing here :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you and I won't hate you. And you can keep tagging, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1919912120759130575?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1919912120759130575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1919912120759130575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1919912120759130575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1919912120759130575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-bring-you-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/ShTDcmL4XFI/AAAAAAAABBo/8zl1pzirWfc/s72-c/snapshot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-6921140074009049245</id><published>2009-05-20T23:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:09:33.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becca: Ma there's this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; guy, damn irritating I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: But what did he do?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: I don't know. He's just damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: But he didn't do anything to you what.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: I just don't like him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ma: You just have something against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; boys.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: No, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; boys. I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; boys.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Sure or not?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ma you once told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;one'll&lt;/span&gt; get what he used to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; boys. So I'll end up marrying one. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not done yet. I hate handsome boys. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me. How am I to start studying for the upcoming common test when projects just keep piling up? I want to die, already. Kill me, kill me. My eyes are getting smaller and tinier and one day they'll just disappear. I need sleep. Lots of it. I need rest. Trucks of it. And now I just need a short break. First year's damn slack? Eh come eat my shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-6921140074009049245?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/6921140074009049245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=6921140074009049245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6921140074009049245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/6921140074009049245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/becca-ma-theres-this-chinese-guy-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1174425266895371755</id><published>2009-05-19T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:34:25.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School was fine today. I like Business Stats tutorials vvvvvv much. Football training today was not too intensive but my shin is hurting. But I don't like wearing shin guards they make my legs look horribly huge and ugly. Plus, my muscles'd hurt its just uncomfortable I don't like them. Ok its not like as if you'd care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my family, "Thank you God." I have my friends around me, "God thank you for them." It doesn't matter which God I talk to. I am just really happy for all that I have right now. And if God decides to end the world tomorrow, I'll die with a smile on my face because I am happy enough. For Ma, Pa, Rachel, Reena, my grandparents, my relatives and all my friends. Each and every one of them. I miss each and everyone of you all the time. But right now, I am missing Jaslyn Pek. Where have you been Jaslyn? Please meet me soon I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraff Khan, I am very glad to have you as a bestfriend. Please do not leave me for the Kangeroos in Australia I cannot imagine life without you. Love you Bestfriend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1174425266895371755?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1174425266895371755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1174425266895371755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1174425266895371755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1174425266895371755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-was-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-4040815359217446688</id><published>2009-05-18T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:30:47.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having a Microeconomics lecture at LT 24, and I am really beat. Gotta rush home and pack for a netball match at Kallang later at night. I hope we win this match against SSP come on Kryptonite! And its really kind that lessons start at 1pm tomorrow, because that would mean that I'd be spared from the horrible morning crowd. Sigh and the ITB group has a meeting tomorrow; how am I gonna complete my research by today when I'll be home only after 11pm. This is killing me shoot me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin couldn't stop retching and puking last night. I think it was food poisoning. I don't know the cause of it but the sight of her going weak on her knees really pains me. I hope she's better now. Rachel I love you very much please be strong. If only I could take your place and experience the pain. It hurts so much when you're puking so much and all I could do was to rub your back and tell you to be strong. It hurts when I could only pat you helplessly. And I really don't know why you got attacked. Why you and not me? I love you very much, please be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Asyraff, I know you do not wish to stop me but I promise that I will not drink, ever again. You are my Bestfriend and when you tell me that you're disappointed, I get so upset because you mean so much to me. Sorry Khan forgive me I love you very much too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a loser, I am such a failure. I am such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Users of Livejournal.com, do add me at &lt;a href="http://love-becca.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://love-becca.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; I will still blog under Blogger.com but the more personal entries will be posted at Livejournal.com Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-4040815359217446688?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/4040815359217446688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=4040815359217446688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4040815359217446688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/4040815359217446688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-microeconomics-lecture-at-lt-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1542369514432421283</id><published>2009-05-17T16:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:41:19.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Astaghfirullahaladzim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampun kerana membawa kesukaran kepadamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sinned, I'm sorry. Sorry, I love you all very much. Rachel Fang and Phattzion, sorry :( I will not repeat, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Zawani and Tan Weilin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1542369514432421283?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1542369514432421283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1542369514432421283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1542369514432421283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1542369514432421283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/astaghfirullahaladzim-untuk-membawa.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-233254327354059693</id><published>2009-05-15T21:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:45:41.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bangzxscx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336044451416297666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sg1wKDBc0MI/AAAAAAAABA4/KbCAn3U2vLc/s200/P15-05-09_18.42.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaliah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. Hold your breath; complete the race &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? All the best to everything you do and I love you! This may be really short, but I mean every single word here. Thank you for your friendship I will always remember you. I thank God for you. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for no one in particular. Yes, I agree that your true personality and character flows in your blood for eternity; beauty doesn't. Beauty isn't forever, beauty isn't universal. One may find you beautiful but one does not represent everyone else. "Your beauty belongs to God." And He can want it back, anytime. I do agree that looks are important, but no one stays young forever. So if you think you're pretty, there must be someone else who is prettier than you are. But your personality is singular and not shared. I am really sick and tired of people who try to be someone they are not. I don't understand why you have to play pretend. Its not fun and you have to stop it. Seriously its annoying and intolerable, irksome. Stop it. Be yourself; why are you disrespecting yourself by avoiding who you really are? You are disgusting, you are a sad case. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; for you. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;targetting&lt;/span&gt; at anyone. I posted this only after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bloghopping&lt;/span&gt;. There was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; tagger who tagged on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;, claiming that she is beautiful but arrogant. Well no one would know if you're playing pretend or not. If you can cover up really well then good for you. If you're being who you truly are then give no damn about what others think because they are not worth it, really. Ok guess what I shan't talk too much really, just know that I am not talking about anyone. Peace to all true souls! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-233254327354059693?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/233254327354059693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=233254327354059693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/233254327354059693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/233254327354059693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/bangzxscx-o-dear-jaliah-happy-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sg1wKDBc0MI/AAAAAAAABA4/KbCAn3U2vLc/s72-c/P15-05-09_18.42.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-7116055252437824506</id><published>2009-05-14T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:25:14.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sgwpqh_YGEI/AAAAAAAABAo/-Z0cdRSVRd0/s1600-h/LOOKHERE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685469182629954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sgwpqh_YGEI/AAAAAAAABAo/-Z0cdRSVRd0/s400/LOOKHERE!.jpg" 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/18719983-7116055252437824506?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7116055252437824506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7116055252437824506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7116055252437824506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7116055252437824506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-really-tempted-to-delete-my-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sgwpqh_YGEI/AAAAAAAABAo/-Z0cdRSVRd0/s72-c/LOOKHERE!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-1956242046470809797</id><published>2009-05-13T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:20:31.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum. Saye nak matair. Kalau kamu boleh tolong, carikkan ok? Saye tak pernak ade matair; kesiankan? Tolong saye ye? Terima Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaikumsalam. Jantan banyak boleh carik; yang setia punya ambil masa. Paham tak Becca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1956242046470809797?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1956242046470809797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1956242046470809797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1956242046470809797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1956242046470809797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/assalamualaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-1588526177274457906</id><published>2009-05-13T09:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:48:46.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up late and Ma drove me to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ma, I showed Asyraff my red shoulder yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: And he offered to help me hold my bag.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Oh such a nice bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: But I didn't let him.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Why! Let him hold your bag for you!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: No I don't want to bully him.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Always trying to be strong in front of guys.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: How to find a boyfriend, like that!&lt;br /&gt;Becca: That was what Asyraff said.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: True, ok. You have to be weak at times, to make a guy feel strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am going to be vvvvvv soft now. I shall drink from a straw, I shall sit with my legs crossed, I shall try to faint under the sun, I shall gasp dramatically and go hysterical when I see blood, I shall laugh with both palms covering my mouth, I shall whisper when I talk, I shall bring a pink hanky from tomorrow onwards, my favourite color shall be pink, and I shall wish for barbie dolls on my next birthday. And I'll make any guy hold my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335127638496959586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgouUgv63GI/AAAAAAAABAg/_5LRCHrvifE/s320/how.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ma asked about Alex Hsu today. Whether I still talk to him, whether I still meet him. So random, and I am thinking about him; all over again. Ufck memories, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-1588526177274457906?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/1588526177274457906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=1588526177274457906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1588526177274457906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/1588526177274457906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-woke-up-late-and-ma-drove-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgouUgv63GI/AAAAAAAABAg/_5LRCHrvifE/s72-c/how.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-2852522438480027401</id><published>2009-05-12T23:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:52:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other girls: Meet boyfriend after school.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: Training/ Head home after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vat de fug, no life! And Florencia's gonna be 'officially' attached soon. I'll be alone, all alone! I'm gonna buy myself a boyfriend from eBay. Eh plzplx take pity on me! I don't have a boyfriend to help me handle my belongings I want to head home empty-handed! Look at this. Poor thing, right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334962509247039266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgmYIuWyRyI/AAAAAAAABAY/dX0NxkSd1yQ/s320/P12-05-09_11.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aching everywhere, the right side of my back is swelling, again. I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. I'm sad. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate, I hate you. Once you appear, I'll play impossible to get. I swear. One last chance. Be at the school bus stop after 4pm tomorrow. Pay for my cab fare and handle my bags, you ufcker. Don't come empty handed. Buy me a cold drink and a bar of chocolate. Cbnb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2852522438480027401?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2852522438480027401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2852522438480027401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2852522438480027401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2852522438480027401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-girls-situation-meet-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgmYIuWyRyI/AAAAAAAABAY/dX0NxkSd1yQ/s72-c/P12-05-09_11.37.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-7160901935328332591</id><published>2009-05-11T15:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:39:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sgg2RIFAYBI/AAAAAAAABAI/BmiKm6uIZX8/s1600-h/IMG000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334573426474508306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sgg2RIFAYBI/AAAAAAAABAI/BmiKm6uIZX8/s320/IMG000125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The girl who scratched my right hill today, and left a red mark on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ryan, do you find me hot?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: I'm not hot?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Obviously not. Ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, how is that possible. I am damn hot. Look at the bangzxxzsc! I am irresistable. I just know it. And I don't care what you think, because I know that I am ufcking hot. I don't care. And you are not allowed to copy this picture into your folders ok. Don't break my heart, plzplx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334575395713324322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sgg4DwEIFSI/AAAAAAAABAQ/LHqnZkyHaaY/s200/rebecca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Waiyin, Flo and Rebecca are single by choice. And you can choose to be single too. (Thumbs up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-7160901935328332591?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/7160901935328332591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=7160901935328332591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7160901935328332591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/7160901935328332591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/becca-ryan-do-you-find-me-hot-ryan-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/Sgg2RIFAYBI/AAAAAAAABAI/BmiKm6uIZX8/s72-c/IMG000125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-2608110929614285303</id><published>2009-05-10T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:41:38.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would you like to know the topic I have chosen for my presentation tomorrow? You have to say yes and even if you do not wish to know, I will still tell you and you'll end up reading the next line because you care about me; don't pretend you don't because I know you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How To Play Hard To Get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, what do you think? Interesting and exciting enough? Come on, tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334050484544944066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgZap5lNN8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ULbLNIGWoxk/s320/goot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Mother's Day, Ma. I love you more than you love your Ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-2608110929614285303?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/2608110929614285303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=2608110929614285303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2608110929614285303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/2608110929614285303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/would-you-like-to-know-topic-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgZap5lNN8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ULbLNIGWoxk/s72-c/goot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-8267647050787071802</id><published>2009-05-09T20:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:11:17.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq1XWwIMI/AAAAAAAAA_I/n3-qSrineUo/s1600-h/P090509_19.12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857167469453506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq1XWwIMI/AAAAAAAAA_I/n3-qSrineUo/s200/P090509_19.12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857164161572274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq1LCF3bI/AAAAAAAAA_A/56z5a1g53Tc/s200/09052009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq03IL-VI/AAAAAAAAA-4/rC5CTrMCANE/s1600-h/P09-05-09_18.36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857158818429266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq03IL-VI/AAAAAAAAA-4/rC5CTrMCANE/s200/P09-05-09_18.36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq0r8wnYI/AAAAAAAAA-w/M0IkpVpyys0/s1600-h/P090509_19.06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857155817708930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq0r8wnYI/AAAAAAAAA-w/M0IkpVpyys0/s200/P090509_19.06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini Mothers' Day celebration at my paternal grandparents' place a while ago. My grandmother held me real tight as soon as I entered the house. I missed her a lot. I almost teared when she asked, "Did you miss me, Becca?" Of course I did, Porpor. I miss you all the time. She used to be so strong and fit; enough to handle the twins one and a half decades ago. I don't know when God would want her back in His arms, but I know that I love Mary Chia with every beat of my heart. Paul Fang too. Gonggong and Porpor, please stay healthy and strong. God bless you always. With lots of love, Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857151799114066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq0c-puVI/AAAAAAAAA-o/9LuNRGQYJtE/s200/P090509_19.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Lucy showed this picture to us after dinner. And we were wondering, who! Simon Fang Boon Chong, my Pa. So handsome, so charming! So proud of my Pa. I'll go look for my Ma's picture soon. I have to marry a hot man. So my daughter will post her father's picture on her blog to show him off, like what I am doing right now. Good and valid reason. I am gonna marry a hot man, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having another celebration with my maternal grandmother tomorrow. And I have so much schoolwork to do, I am feeling the pull already. Sigh welcome to Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8267647050787071802?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8267647050787071802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8267647050787071802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8267647050787071802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8267647050787071802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-tiny-mothers-day-celebration-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgWq1XWwIMI/AAAAAAAAA_I/n3-qSrineUo/s72-c/P090509_19.12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18719983.post-5040150025323886203</id><published>2009-05-08T15:46:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:12:57.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rebecca; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YTCGAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florencia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you two can go and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;HYK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥WAIYINNN SAYS : &amp;amp; you're my drug now says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hhahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HYK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florencia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how you know&lt;br /&gt;how i know?&lt;br /&gt;cause i can read you like a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWgTDwMgQO8/SgPlj80c3pI/AAAAAAAAA9I/9ytNpk1mIkg/s1600-h/floismybabiwaiyinisalsomybabi.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have friends who are able to read me like a book. What more can I ask for? I love you both vvvvvvv much. And who wants to be my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥WAIYINNN SAYS : &amp;amp; you're my drug now says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no, you just want a boyfriend for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rebecca; says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my bag vvvv heavy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥WAIYINNN SAYS : &amp;amp; you're my drug now says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rebecca; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like queueing up for food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Florencia says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;if i get a boyfriend, we can all sit down and wait to be served at makan place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. You do not want to be my boyfriend. Eh go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 8am every friday, and I woke up at 745am this morning. Florencia could still laugh at me over the phone. Babi. Ma drove me to school and I reached school at around 830am. Had netball for Sports and Wellness. After CATS, Fiza, Florencia and Rebecca headed to Westmall for Pasta Mania. Couldn't stop bitching about others and feeling fat beside the skinny girls. I may want to turn bulimic and/or anorexic :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I tell you how random Serene was? She was so freaky weird and odd I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene: I am going to say something very random.&lt;br /&gt;Serene: Its very random but ya I am going to say it.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Ok, what?&lt;br /&gt;Serene: I don't think your boobs are small for your size.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: What! Florencia did you hear what she just said! Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am blogging comfortably on the couch, Florencia is still on her way home. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We missed you Waiyin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-5040150025323886203?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/5040150025323886203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=5040150025323886203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5040150025323886203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/5040150025323886203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-friends-who-are-able-to-read-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-8295782123260059847</id><published>2009-05-07T12:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:57:56.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had to cab home after school yesterday b'cause I couldn't even walk with my head up. We won ESPN Sports last night. I got to try out three attacking positions and I must say that I am still most comfortable with Goal Attacker. And I am really worn out. Reached home feeling achy and heavy last night but I forced my eyelids open to complete my ITB portfolio since its due today. And my gastric pain is acting up again! Didn't attend lessons today since I couldn't get up. I miss Florencia and Waiyin already. Got to go look for a brainstorming tool for CATS tomorrow. Bai. P.S. I love May Oothin and Jaslyn Pek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing time! Fauzi shared this with me and I would like to share it with you, too. This is my favourite one, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Allah swt mentioned that there will be those who will dwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in these issues abt the Quran, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will achieve nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but will go astray and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not closer to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allah. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M, I hate it when you keep me at arm's length one minute and rush back to my side the next. I tried so hard to return your love and when you took a step back from me months ago I have dismissed you off my mind for good. I should be elated about the sudden phonecall from you today but the long wait has pierced me like arrows from a tightly sprung bow, I was too numb to speak. I dare not try to love you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-8295782123260059847?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/8295782123260059847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=8295782123260059847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8295782123260059847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/8295782123260059847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-to-cab-home-after-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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-18719983.post-3114443552146079008</id><published>2009-05-06T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:27:20.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am very tired. I really am. Had netball training in school yesterday, I just came back from school football training and the club will be playing a netball friendly with ESPN sports at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kallang&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow evening. My legs are aching intolerably and I want to die. I really want to die. If you want to die too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plz&lt;/span&gt; murder me first. And then you'll be sentenced to death for killing me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Plz&lt;/span&gt;, I really want to die. Make it quick and painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to withdraw from the school football team. I suck at football I hate myself. I swear. Don't believe me, go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; don't kill me yet. Do it after:&lt;br /&gt;1. I convert&lt;br /&gt;2. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt; appears&lt;br /&gt;3. I buy myself two giraffes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone. I miss everything. I miss all that I have missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its harder to get to school than to conquer Mount Everest. My shoulders are aching from the weight of my bag. I want a weightless notebook. Plz invent thank you. I am seated at the back of LT28 now. With my new Babi, Florencia. Waiyin's ill and absent today get well soon! From the back of the theatre, I get to see countless girls who are so skinny, so pretty and so hot I am so jealous I feel so ugly fat and dull. Five cakes as make-up won't even help me look better. I need a mask and a body suit. I need to go for an extreme makeover. For my eyes my nose my lips my hair my boobs my thighs my calves and my toes. Ok gotta study hard to earn lots of money for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be presenting about myself to the class later and I am nervous. I kinda know most of my classmates and I should be calm and steady about presenting in front the class but I am really shaking. When I'm scared and nervous, my shit comes. My azzhowe needs a bowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18719983-3114443552146079008?l=rebeccafang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/feeds/3114443552146079008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18719983&amp;postID=3114443552146079008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3114443552146079008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18719983/posts/default/3114443552146079008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccafang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><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>
