<?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-24829109</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:24:10.342+08:00</updated><category term='random crap'/><category term='daily rants'/><category term='Plans'/><category term='celebs'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='my writings'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rachael</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>486</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2579809690394047363</id><published>2010-07-16T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:27:48.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TD_5z_t8DcI/AAAAAAAAB7g/3hLSKkaCof0/s1600/IMG00122-20100715-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TD_5z_t8DcI/AAAAAAAAB7g/3hLSKkaCof0/s400/IMG00122-20100715-0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494384742088052162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've moved to a new land where no one knows my name, or about my past, or anything about me. I make friends with people who want to be friends with me, but people here are friendly. In this place, I don't feel obliged to beg for friendship or buying friendship, or trying to control people so they'd be friends. No. This time, it's different. In this place, I am perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not judged by people around me, or holding on to a thread called friendship that I hope wouldn't break. This time, I'm not alone. Strangers from different places all together in one place, sensitive to the culture of the land. I love it. I love it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my past still haunts me, pisses me off, and leave me angered. I hate it back home. I hate being judged so much. It's a never ending circle that's condescending. I will leave. The only thing pulling me from one end of the world to the other is a cyberspace called the internet. Communication is still two ways. Goodbye, not really. We'd probably meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-2579809690394047363?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2579809690394047363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2579809690394047363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2579809690394047363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2579809690394047363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/07/strange.html' title='strange'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TD_5z_t8DcI/AAAAAAAAB7g/3hLSKkaCof0/s72-c/IMG00122-20100715-0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4518052109482729353</id><published>2010-06-20T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:52:20.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>blank spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TB0CtT33F8I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/8gTm0gkj1No/s1600/z86809883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TB0CtT33F8I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/8gTm0gkj1No/s400/z86809883.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484542898659071938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello there pretty lady,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're not alone anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, i woke up really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss home so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so fucking bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like, it just makes me want to cry thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which im not going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im going to try to be happy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's so much things i have to learn to deal with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's so fucking difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now that im not that alone anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its tiring trying to please everyone and stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate this sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i really love this place so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright, anyways. i was reading my tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i realised how depressed and shit i really was and like i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont want to feel that ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im in this new thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with someone who's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i dont know. it's just weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too good to be true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so maybe im trying to keep a distance for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know, so retarded right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i dont know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess im just scared that i'll end up like my first few posts of tumblr again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is really,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the worst i've ever felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just makes me think about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and its not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just feel so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont want to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i dont want to get hurt either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so weirdddddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i should stop feeling this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways. its sunny outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesnt match how im feeling today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta go downtown soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it feels weird when whatever you wants come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and in a foreign land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you're all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just, too good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what the fuck is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-4518052109482729353?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4518052109482729353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4518052109482729353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4518052109482729353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4518052109482729353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/06/blank-spaces.html' title='blank spaces'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TB0CtT33F8I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/8gTm0gkj1No/s72-c/z86809883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3682223355546952163</id><published>2010-06-14T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:14:51.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>so it's like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TBVzGcbu8eI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ha1DKBv_560/s1600/z89232682.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TBVzGcbu8eI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ha1DKBv_560/s400/z89232682.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414675942371810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so it goes like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyday, i wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at about 12,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i eat every 2 hours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until i fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i go to the store,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i always get a different kinda candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and snack on candy every 2 hours when i am lazy to go down to get something to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i go out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i usually spend money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;any kinda food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tmr, poutine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day after, nandos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day after the day after, sorbet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I make friends on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i don't feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am feeling, in fact, very much numb and like, i can't control what I'm doing or thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to call telus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to make financial plans and cannot keep on living like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to spend less money but GOD, I LOVE STARBUCKS HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just coffee and food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite shops are H&amp;amp;M and Forever 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get clothes all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially tank tops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I get too much eyeliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which I use, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have 3 right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how much eyeliner can i put on my eye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will never run out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my eyes will always be bigger than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like shopping still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright. limitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can only use 150dollars next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3682223355546952163?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3682223355546952163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3682223355546952163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3682223355546952163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3682223355546952163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-its-like-this.html' title='so it&apos;s like this'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TBVzGcbu8eI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ha1DKBv_560/s72-c/z89232682.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5231597168576388424</id><published>2010-06-08T05:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T05:43:40.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>found.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TA1mrWUz4bI/AAAAAAAAB7I/dnFCCi0LO-o/s1600/1zqezbr+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TA1mrWUz4bI/AAAAAAAAB7I/dnFCCi0LO-o/s400/1zqezbr+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480149216493035954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the rivers the floods?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were crashing all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trees were turned over, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The houses were broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was laying there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle on that thunderstorm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Have you seen the sun?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your voice cried out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of the storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You grabbed my hand and pulled me onto your raft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Broken, was everything around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried to get away from the storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was too crazy for our small bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we laid there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You pulled me close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were both shivering in the cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What else mattered?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We lost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we were waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the storm to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to stop shivering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And out of nowhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you whispered in my ear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"i found the sun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was in your arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-5231597168576388424?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5231597168576388424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5231597168576388424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5231597168576388424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5231597168576388424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/06/found.html' title='found.'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TA1mrWUz4bI/AAAAAAAAB7I/dnFCCi0LO-o/s72-c/1zqezbr+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3812060156643980019</id><published>2010-06-03T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:57:55.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>i have no idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TAdezNJV_UI/AAAAAAAAB7A/FT06LXuockU/s1600/tumblr_kt1qelKu141qzjxj0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TAdezNJV_UI/AAAAAAAAB7A/FT06LXuockU/s400/tumblr_kt1qelKu141qzjxj0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478451705514687810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am entirely obsessed with this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first of all, lions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;second of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's really cold here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they say a huge storm is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope it would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to see how storms are like at the other side of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im awake most of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not cos of jetlag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just don't want to fall asleep knowing im alone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i get myself to be super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've always been a hopeless romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, i don't show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or may not show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know. i don't videotape myself and analyse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'm always so caught up with finding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or maybe just the feeling of love and not the person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;according to my horoscope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i get so obsessed over the most romantic things someone has done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i would just stop to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to slap myself most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos i've been looking for love all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i can't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's like fucking heroin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no one's talking to me here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im finding reasons to justify things that i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just tell myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop rachael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not what u want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't wait to find a proper boyf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when i do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know im going to be the cool, nonchalant, super laidback person i am, or i want people to look at me as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i always want to find someone like well, a best friend, who i'm totally comfortable with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've never found that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i think that's so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i'm such a hardup ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 months on working on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i should start now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3812060156643980019?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3812060156643980019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3812060156643980019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3812060156643980019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3812060156643980019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-no-idea.html' title='i have no idea'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TAdezNJV_UI/AAAAAAAAB7A/FT06LXuockU/s72-c/tumblr_kt1qelKu141qzjxj0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4767198462352125831</id><published>2010-05-30T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:55:03.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TAIVLlByu3I/AAAAAAAAB64/AGCa4oGk70I/s1600/z111598683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TAIVLlByu3I/AAAAAAAAB64/AGCa4oGk70I/s400/z111598683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476963385498319730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasssuuppp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i havent been here for too long but heyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been in Canada for a week now and IT IS AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's everything i thought it would be and i love it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i already feel like home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not that i don't miss home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but this place is so beautiful, i'm falling in love with it everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't wait to explore more of the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exploration is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to so some massive shopping because im too cold here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i need jackets and boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then i have to think of stuff to buy for my dorm room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need a lamp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i want to buy a lamp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i can't wait to go lamp hunting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im quite obssessed with the thought of having a lamp right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want a lamp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a tea pot, and a tea collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just love these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teapots are the most awesome things ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tea &gt; coffee because good coffee is hard to make without an electrical machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get good tea, buy good leaves and JUST ADD WATER. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my favourite thing to do here is to wash my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just because i love the soap and the state of my skin here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's too awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then there's the part where i was sick, and still am sick for a week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think i lost a bit of weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been having donuts and pizza and falafel and bubble tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;food here is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT I WANT IHOP WHEN I GET BETTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pancakes taste so good here though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love pancakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate putting on moisturizer though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's too annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my skin would get all gross and pealing later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i should moisturize my face soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't wait to go to US to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's quite expensive here in canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good night for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-4767198462352125831?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4767198462352125831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4767198462352125831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4767198462352125831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4767198462352125831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/TAIVLlByu3I/AAAAAAAAB64/AGCa4oGk70I/s72-c/z111598683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8182530214186603359</id><published>2010-05-20T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:06:23.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>3 days and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S_SKP95Q2vI/AAAAAAAAB6o/7ZTHtCJjz08/s1600/z79185924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S_SKP95Q2vI/AAAAAAAAB6o/7ZTHtCJjz08/s400/z79185924.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473151454079408882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have realised it's down to 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 days till freedom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till awesome gigs, new friends, new environment, new life, new clothes, new shoes, discoveries, explorations and experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my life is going to change so drastically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for the awesome summer weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I would like to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RACHAEL, YOU HAVE TO BE OPTIMISTIC COS YOU'RE GOING TO BE LONELY FOR AWHILE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm going to write all my frustrations and shit like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I would not want to be depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLO SUMMER 2010, CANADA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-8182530214186603359?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8182530214186603359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8182530214186603359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8182530214186603359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8182530214186603359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-days-and-gone.html' title='3 days and gone'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S_SKP95Q2vI/AAAAAAAAB6o/7ZTHtCJjz08/s72-c/z79185924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-7289542707130570442</id><published>2010-05-15T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:43:46.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>it's fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-7AvDpUd0I/AAAAAAAAB6g/JiiaD8wLwlE/s1600/z190930492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-7AvDpUd0I/AAAAAAAAB6g/JiiaD8wLwlE/s400/z190930492.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471522511966730050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;few things i discovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crying in the shower totally makes you feel so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crying seriously is the cure to sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people can make you few better by saying things you don't want to say/think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hope isn't necessarily something you should look forward to, instead, look forward to the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like writing things i think about even though it sounds so cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will be fine eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will be finer tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a new day is better than an old one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will not be stuck on rewind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-7289542707130570442?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/7289542707130570442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=7289542707130570442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7289542707130570442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7289542707130570442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-fine.html' title='it&apos;s fine'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-7AvDpUd0I/AAAAAAAAB6g/JiiaD8wLwlE/s72-c/z190930492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2841646807386356535</id><published>2010-05-15T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:43:51.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>i wish i could wish a wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-6vtlJy_BI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/2VIzWt1xhio/s1600/z102631191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-6vtlJy_BI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/2VIzWt1xhio/s400/z102631191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471503794903907346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i honestly feel like crap these few days. it's like everything's getting surreal. i wake up every morning counting down the days before i leave. it gets more and more like a nightmare that i want to wake up from. i dont feel so ready anymore. i take one day at a time but taking one day at the time is bad because i dont think of the future, just how to live through to the next day. i always said i like to be stable, like know whats going to happen tmr, have a proper routine, that kinda thing. a goal. right now, it feels very unstable. but at least i know stability in the next 4 years. i just have to get over myself and hit that milestone that i have planned since i was younger. i always knew that i was going overseas, without my parents, like how my dad did. but i didn't know it was going to be this hard. this is just whining that i'll be doing constantly for the next few months, or just days. but i'm seriously going to miss this place, as much as i hate it here. im sure im going to love canada but honestly, the only thing holding me back is the people back here who are always here for me. im afraid that over there, i have no one. or i'll have nothing compared to the people i have here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think im scared of instability, because i don't know what's going to happen there. like, im seriously going to be on my own. taking care of myself. fighting my own fights alone, making new friends, studying alone, i don't know. it's so scary but such an adventure. im so excited and so scared at the same time. i think this is only normal. but im so sad about leaving. everyday, im reminded. my mom, my family, like everyone just tells me random shit that i hear everyday. it just makes me so sad. but i will not cry in front of them. i just wont. i have this problem, where i dont show emotion to people who are like my family or like people im not used to. like seriously, i pretend like i dont give a shit and everything. which is the most insensitive thing. but i guess thats how i show it. acting like everything is fine. i think i'll burst out crying in the end, at the airport. before i start a new life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck. this is so scary. take it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-2841646807386356535?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2841646807386356535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2841646807386356535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2841646807386356535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2841646807386356535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish-i-could-wish-wish.html' title='i wish i could wish a wish'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-6vtlJy_BI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/2VIzWt1xhio/s72-c/z102631191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3004912383027885581</id><published>2010-05-14T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:38:34.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>You're David Copperfield but i can't disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-wmyVwWb_I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/VZIJajaxGKw/s1600/27yc02b+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-wmyVwWb_I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/VZIJajaxGKw/s400/27yc02b+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470790293623566322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i thought about what how to be strong. it's so funny how you can wake up feeling great but end the day feeling like crap. i had fun going out with chels today. talking about everything and laughing about the most bullshit thing for hours. i thought about how im going to miss her because she's so fun and everything and how im not going to miss some other people. i realise how i hate fake people so fucking much it makes me want to stab them with cigarette buds and pour fake tea down their shirts. i wonder how they survive being fake. they dont understand poverty, or how it feels like to be hurt, or how to understand other people or how life isn't actually rainbows and fucking sunshines or how to help friends in a fight or how to just be nice.. genuinely nice. like, really. doesnt it hurt that you're holding your fucking mouth they happy side up with wires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i shall stop bitchin' but i just want to say. im glad im weird and not your type because there's only one of me. i am stupid, idiotic, annoying and shit like that and i love it. i look ugly sometimes, i glue my eyes together sometimes but im not afraid of looking stupid or anything. at least i know i laugh because it's funny, i cry because i'm sad, i don't hold back my smiles or act like im so cool in front of my friends because i can look as stupid or annoying or ugly in front of them and they wont judge me. i dont think this is cos im cocky or anything. i think it's cos i know who i am. i may lose that for awhile sometimes, but i always find myself. the fun, annoying, bullshit, laughing nonstop at stupid things, nice person that i want to be and that i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, i felt sad. so i locked myself in the room and sang every song that i thought of, with lyrics googled in front of me in the most disgustingly horrible singing voice i have. because i can and no one can here me other than my brother who doesn't give a shit. i felt better. and then i watched intevention and i thought about how people drive themselves into addiction and i was thinking about how i should always try to be strong and do the right thing no matter how sad i am or if something bad happens to me. i was thinking, am i an addict in any way? right now, no. maybe to typing shit in a virtual space but well, this is healthy. i write so much when i feel so sad. i can go on and on and on which im doing right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, i thought about something else today while i was out. which was like how girls depend on guys to prove how much they are worth and also, this is in relation to greek. i am trying so hard not to be a victim of that shit, like not being dependent on guys. sometimes, i feel so stupid when my mood changes so quickly when some guy msges me or calls me or goes out with me. i realise how it's so shortlived before i start to get like.. agitated or bitchy or some shit like that. like i can never be happy for more than a day or 2. depends. that really sucks though. im going to build myself up to a stage where i cant be bothered. seriously. of all the things i dont give a shit about, i give a shit about boys which is seriously the most retarded thing ever. if someone doesnt care about you, you shouldnt give a shit right. like seriously, i think steph is awesome because she can do that but i cant. but i will. just dont give a shit. to continue not giving a shit about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok. i have discovered a lot of nonsense about myself in the last few days and if you really are reading this shit. im really upset and so, i wrote shit. goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my nose is sore though. sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3004912383027885581?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3004912383027885581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3004912383027885581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3004912383027885581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3004912383027885581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-david-copperfield-but-i-cant.html' title='You&apos;re David Copperfield but i can&apos;t disappear'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-wmyVwWb_I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/VZIJajaxGKw/s72-c/27yc02b+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-7330629716318022794</id><published>2010-05-13T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T01:11:17.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>you're a bleeding heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-rVBcu4dFI/AAAAAAAAB6I/zAp1aDt5rmg/s1600/tumblr_kz15kiTwhE1qzte3yo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-rVBcu4dFI/AAAAAAAAB6I/zAp1aDt5rmg/s400/tumblr_kz15kiTwhE1qzte3yo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470418918264304722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you are leaving and you are in the car and you are choking up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;realising it's just a dream and you wake up to reality and realise you're crying in your sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when you realise you're crying, you cry some more cos you know you're leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that you're going to leave your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and your face cringes making tears fall like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then you toss on the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking, "it's not time yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when goodbye is silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it would hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not as bad as wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i take that back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe mysteries are better than closures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cannot decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you have to meet so many people to say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it leaves you outta breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes, saying goodbye to people you're not so close to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just brings out the fake smiles and nice gestures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they don't mean anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't want to go out with you, you, and you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be around people I love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who loves me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not the rest of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say goodbye to my close ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not drown myself with goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making me feel worst than i already am feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodbye should mean something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe we should change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it should be see you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then who reads into these things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-7330629716318022794?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/7330629716318022794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=7330629716318022794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7330629716318022794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7330629716318022794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-bleeding-heart.html' title='you&apos;re a bleeding heart'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-rVBcu4dFI/AAAAAAAAB6I/zAp1aDt5rmg/s72-c/tumblr_kz15kiTwhE1qzte3yo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-7862091833387575586</id><published>2010-05-09T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:04:44.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>jet plane leaving soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-ZBlYFXYVI/AAAAAAAAB6A/fGlqCUy4VDE/s1600/z134960155+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-ZBlYFXYVI/AAAAAAAAB6A/fGlqCUy4VDE/s400/z134960155+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469130907863966034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scared to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never done anything quite so huge before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i dont even know if im coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im going live on a new earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything is going to be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall enjoy every second of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i bet it's going to be beautiful though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not leave this all behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall get over my fears and live with what i really really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what you want rachael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-7862091833387575586?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/7862091833387575586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=7862091833387575586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7862091833387575586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7862091833387575586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/jet-plane-leaving-soon.html' title='jet plane leaving soon'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-ZBlYFXYVI/AAAAAAAAB6A/fGlqCUy4VDE/s72-c/z134960155+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3564206104774524106</id><published>2010-05-05T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:53:15.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><title type='text'>Monkey cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-DA5WTGBJI/AAAAAAAAB5w/e6tc9vZzMwI/s1600/z137985027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-DA5WTGBJI/AAAAAAAAB5w/e6tc9vZzMwI/s400/z137985027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467582039098524818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have another idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last 2 weeks before going to canada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will try to tan every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to the streets for new studs for my piercing (:B) and more lion shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, I want to make webshows again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And play the guitar and violin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; write songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my university life would be like cappie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unable to pick a major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/shrugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3564206104774524106?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3564206104774524106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3564206104774524106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3564206104774524106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3564206104774524106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/monkey-cow.html' title='Monkey cow'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-DA5WTGBJI/AAAAAAAAB5w/e6tc9vZzMwI/s72-c/z137985027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-572575417694476639</id><published>2010-05-05T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:48:58.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Sugar Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-C-oysZxXI/AAAAAAAAB5o/mg4nNfSfBxU/s1600/z179439433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 44px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-C-oysZxXI/AAAAAAAAB5o/mg4nNfSfBxU/s400/z179439433.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467579555639838066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello. My name is Rachael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lack sugar rushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss going to a candy store for candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss eating candy in the oddest ways possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss rolling on the floor and running around and talking more shit than I already do and annoy the shit outta people who love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss having people to annoy, and they still love my annoying-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, I can't have sugar rushes because there is no candy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is no one to annoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is no one who loves me enough to be annoyed by me and laugh at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candy, in an empty room does not create fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will instead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in my last 4 months of my 18 year old life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shall hide inside this shell that I already am hiding in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall let the walls get thicker as no one knocks it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I shall not turn 19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be 18 until im 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more year of being 18 would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exam's in a couple of hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fucking bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to wear long pants now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tskkkkkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-572575417694476639?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/572575417694476639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=572575417694476639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/572575417694476639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/572575417694476639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugar-rush.html' title='Sugar Rush'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S-C-oysZxXI/AAAAAAAAB5o/mg4nNfSfBxU/s72-c/z179439433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8073044555654478253</id><published>2010-05-02T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:31:40.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Blue Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S92YoejkhkI/AAAAAAAAB5g/oinNXF0MFhY/s1600/Last_Days_Of_Summer_by_complejo+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S92YoejkhkI/AAAAAAAAB5g/oinNXF0MFhY/s400/Last_Days_Of_Summer_by_complejo+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466693343862097474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M SO FUCKING BORED, IT'S RETARDED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M ANNOYING EVERYONE AROUND ME.. WHOSE ONLINE, WHOEVER I FEEL LIKE TEXTING. AND IM BLOGGING IN CAPS LOCK FOR NO REASON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SERIOUSLY, WHO KNEW DOING NOTHING FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS WOULD TURN OUT THIS WAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING ANYTHING ANYMORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE, I WANT TO DO SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOMEONE SHOULD FORCE ME TO DO SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COS I WON'T DO ANYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMFG. THIS IS SO STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DONT FEEL LIKE WATCHING TV ANYMORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR BE ON THE COMPUTER ANYMORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR DOING MATH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR ANYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THERE'S NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOT EVEN READING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR DRAWING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I MISS SCHOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I MISS SHIT LOADS OF CRAP ABOUT SCHOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE GOSSIPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND TALKING NONSTOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND BEING RETARDED, JUMPING ON PEOPLE AND PRETENDING TO BE IN SUPERMARIO OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR PEOPLE JUMPING ON ME AND WE'LL RUN AROUND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT TO BE 12 AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS FUCKING SUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IM 18 GOING ON 19 AND I'M THE OLDEST COW ON EARTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PEOPLE SHOULDN'T READ THIS SHIT IM POSTING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I THINK. THIS BLOG IS FULL OF SHIT BECAUSE THE NIGHT FORCES ME TO BE BORED AND LONELY AND STUPID ALL AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WISH IT WOULD BE DAY LONGER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN. IMAGINE IF I WERE IN CANADA RIGHT NOW, I WOULD DIE MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COS DAYS ARE SO MUCH SHORTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMFG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I COULD DIE, AT 11:26.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT IM NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHY? BECAUSE IM NOT OUT PARTYING, OR DOING DRUGS, OR SMOKING THE SHIT OUTTA MY LUNGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IM HERE. IN MY ROOM, DRAWING COWS THAT LOOK LIKE PIGS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEXTING RANDOM PEOPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND MAKING PLANS FOR FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS RETARDED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall stop typing in caps lock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i really want to scream so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss like rolling around in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or just being around people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how boring is it to not see people everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so tired just meeting people everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is why my stamina decreases when my lazyness kicks in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this.just.fucking.sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no idea how people cope with doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't find a job now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have so much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i dont feel like doing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, i dont know what im talking about anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think im just wasting this post, trying to find a way to get to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know what the lesson is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the lesson of the day is to not sleep throughout the entire day no matter how tired you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because you'll end up like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bored and lonely when everyone is asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-8073044555654478253?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8073044555654478253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8073044555654478253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8073044555654478253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8073044555654478253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/05/blue-sunshine.html' title='Blue Sunshine'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S92YoejkhkI/AAAAAAAAB5g/oinNXF0MFhY/s72-c/Last_Days_Of_Summer_by_complejo+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-6099361453631771850</id><published>2010-04-27T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:28:44.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><title type='text'>No one's going to stop me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S9Y7Ek9rLhI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Lf0ks04jv3Y/s1600/z101340034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S9Y7Ek9rLhI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Lf0ks04jv3Y/s400/z101340034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464620147688549906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured, since I have no academic goals or whatsoever right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just make a list of what I want to do in the next few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So basically, this is what I want to do before I go to Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pack my room into a box and 2 suitcases,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tear out my memory boxes again and prolly cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get Tiffy stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need to get stationary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get a bikini and go tanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get something pierced. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things to do when I go to canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fix my financials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get contacts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learn to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get a phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I REALLY WANT AN IPOD NAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(insert ultramegasadfacehere)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things I want to do in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay in China for 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visit Vietnam just for Pho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe make videos again.. this time with someone who knows how to use a video camera properly and stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learn the guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take astrology, french and greek mythology classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do something that's worth something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Build myself to a stage where I'm not dependent on anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eyebrow piercing? :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall continue this another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kinda grouchy because people woke me up throughout the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it when I'm not in deep sleep and my sister yells in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or when my auntie comes in the room to ask me random crap about my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M SLEEPING, OMFG. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could stab someone in the jugular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to go for my morning run or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which I'm too lazy to go for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'll just work out from here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and watch greek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok. no. PIERCING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the next 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I.MUST.EXERCISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-6099361453631771850?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6099361453631771850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6099361453631771850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6099361453631771850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6099361453631771850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-ones-going-to-stop-me-now.html' title='No one&apos;s going to stop me now'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S9Y7Ek9rLhI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Lf0ks04jv3Y/s72-c/z101340034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5225839562005696425</id><published>2010-04-25T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:23:09.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Exceptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S9MZXLMMssI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/1FClLUdrREQ/s1600/2qjkb5d+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 54px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S9MZXLMMssI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/1FClLUdrREQ/s400/2qjkb5d+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463738658862183106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the night especially when it's dark and you're all alone, listening to people sleep, wishing you could to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the night when I'm all alone thinking about things I'm not suppose to think about, thinking about things that the day wouldn't let me think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the night because I am completely sad over random things that happen during the course of the day, because there's nobody beside me, because I hug myself to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the thinking, the godawful silence, the voices that creep into my head, only at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not allowed out at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not allowed to be with anyone so late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait till nights become the day and I wouldn't feel so alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait till I get outta here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living with people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living with people who care about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only place I know I can have all these is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't want to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, I hate feeling the loneliness that comes with this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-5225839562005696425?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5225839562005696425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5225839562005696425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5225839562005696425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5225839562005696425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/exceptions.html' title='Exceptions'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S9MZXLMMssI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/1FClLUdrREQ/s72-c/2qjkb5d+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-1138899769616627063</id><published>2010-04-21T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:28:17.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S86F1ttRNSI/AAAAAAAAB5I/wLE7BdVa3a8/s1600/I_wish_that____by_laurytah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S86F1ttRNSI/AAAAAAAAB5I/wLE7BdVa3a8/s400/I_wish_that____by_laurytah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462450555896018210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not good to be morbid when someone passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am odd because I feel the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like an irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe because everything is very much surreal now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, you don't know if you should smile, or cry, or text 'haha' back in a text msg because you're suppose to be sad or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not like I don't feel sad or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, I do feel sad, but it's just a little more than other emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'm not weird for feeling like this because my dad is still singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe he's not that affected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know. This whole situation just feels very weird to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't gone through anything like this in like... since I was 7? That's like a whole zodiac cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I have to prepare to go to the wake soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to watch people cry and I hate crying in front of people. It's just very .. erm. I just don't like pulling people into things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather cry by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, I was at the hospital and I started thinking of like religion and stuff like that and how I would like my death to be like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shut up. I like thinking of possible situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was nice that everyone was there for her at the last few moments of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where you could already count down by the hundreds, how many more breaths she'll take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find all of this so odd though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I have to wear white and all and mourn for the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you do something without feeling it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I want to feel something at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-1138899769616627063?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/1138899769616627063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=1138899769616627063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1138899769616627063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1138899769616627063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/grief.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S86F1ttRNSI/AAAAAAAAB5I/wLE7BdVa3a8/s72-c/I_wish_that____by_laurytah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-300867073845645225</id><published>2010-04-18T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:27:59.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>So fucking gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8rdSZoMCjI/AAAAAAAAB5A/-nOXvqYTG64/s1600/z141383946+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8rdSZoMCjI/AAAAAAAAB5A/-nOXvqYTG64/s400/z141383946+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461420806326979122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I can't help but stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that each breath I take, your look just takes it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that the world caves in to your beauty, climbs into your doorways just to admire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you could earn a fortune by taking a penny from people who turn back to look at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that everything you do or touch is worth something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you can't stand the staring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you can't stand the whisperings at the sidelines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you look at yourself in the mirror and be repulsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that every living being inside you wants to come out black and rotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that when people stare, you want to gorge out their eyeballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you're afraid you'll get raped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so fucking gorgeous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you want to turn hideous and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-300867073845645225?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/300867073845645225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=300867073845645225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/300867073845645225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/300867073845645225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-fucking-gorgeous.html' title='So fucking gorgeous'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8rdSZoMCjI/AAAAAAAAB5A/-nOXvqYTG64/s72-c/z141383946+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3803955546749891955</id><published>2010-04-16T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:57:13.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Can you keep this secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8fQqlJcmqI/AAAAAAAAB44/Kn22AhqDZlg/s1600/z179620510+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8fQqlJcmqI/AAAAAAAAB44/Kn22AhqDZlg/s400/z179620510+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460562503154834082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, I dreamt of you, after so long, after I put you at the back of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, I'm thinking of whatever happened in that dream and I'm kinda getting obssessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stop thinking because that's totally what I want to happen to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I have so many questions for you, so many answers that I can't help but wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I thought of you again because my mom reminded me of you.. damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe because we haven't spoken in over a year and I dreamt about the parts I missed about you. I hate missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help but do that because of my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if my psychic powers are still working,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it just means that I may see you soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or that I may be this close with someone soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My powers have not quite recovered yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe after more alone time I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what sucks right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that after you, I really don't give a shit anymore about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have lost most of my motivation to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my motivation to do something is people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't really get any motivation from anyone cos everyone I know does nothing anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all I know is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3803955546749891955?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3803955546749891955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3803955546749891955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3803955546749891955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3803955546749891955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-you-keep-this-secret.html' title='Can you keep this secret?'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8fQqlJcmqI/AAAAAAAAB44/Kn22AhqDZlg/s72-c/z179620510+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2409773838396320745</id><published>2010-04-14T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:56:17.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>You have broken into a decay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8UPo-Mh0fI/AAAAAAAAB4w/QBzwttmYXMU/s1600/z140394784+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8UPo-Mh0fI/AAAAAAAAB4w/QBzwttmYXMU/s400/z140394784+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459787319821324786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to say that there is nothing to do with my life at this present moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or has it been like this for weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm too lazy to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;study,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gym,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;read,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I do everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sounds so awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but here's what I want to achieve in the next month or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to meet almost all my friends &amp;amp; relatives and spend as much time with them as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, pack my whole life into 2 large suitcases and a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I actually own much but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My whole life which takes up this corner of my room has to now migrate all the way to canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been like fucking depressed thinking of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like, I'm going to die and then start a whole new life again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where I transition by taking plane rides half way across the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying so hard to be mentally prepared for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I want.. yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really can't imagine how it'll turn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how you usually think of scenarios before you do something you planned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like a date, where you think of the worst case scenario,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or meet the parents at school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or random things like how it'll be like to live as someone else for a day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and things like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, I can't imagine living in canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to be able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's still vague little creative memories in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want it to be vivid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to know what I want to do there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For summer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the next one year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the next four years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what I'm going to do when school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just have yet to think of what kinda people I would meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my majors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my job,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;learning to drive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the place I'm going to stay at,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not spending holidays back home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life in 2 packages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-2409773838396320745?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2409773838396320745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2409773838396320745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2409773838396320745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2409773838396320745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-have-broken-into-decay.html' title='You have broken into a decay'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S8UPo-Mh0fI/AAAAAAAAB4w/QBzwttmYXMU/s72-c/z140394784+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4146173989464716288</id><published>2010-04-09T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:10:03.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>attention whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S79BThv3rYI/AAAAAAAAB4o/wbNsQ14DQl4/s1600/z92288592+(2).png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S79BThv3rYI/AAAAAAAAB4o/wbNsQ14DQl4/s400/z92288592+(2).png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458153077128801666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a very interesting piece of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can never be content with what I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything won't be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe only you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I didn't take those steps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you will be my square one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has always been you at the back of my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reminding me about my what ifs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I hurt myself along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's only to make sure that I'm sure about what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't say it can't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll freak myself out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lived with it since the moment I met you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't not be critical of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-4146173989464716288?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4146173989464716288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4146173989464716288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4146173989464716288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4146173989464716288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/attention-whore.html' title='attention whore'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S79BThv3rYI/AAAAAAAAB4o/wbNsQ14DQl4/s72-c/z92288592+(2).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-1952177863504764065</id><published>2010-04-08T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:16:52.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Skins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S73v8szoOLI/AAAAAAAAB4g/wNFwUUzlfnE/s1600/AAC164377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S73v8szoOLI/AAAAAAAAB4g/wNFwUUzlfnE/s400/AAC164377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457782149541804210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been watching skins the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i finished the whole season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and another episode of criminal minds here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and another episode of criminal minds on telly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and watched a whole load more crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and napped on the sofa, which is one of the bestest things to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had the nicest shower ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a slob that stays at home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watch a whole load of crap and pig out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had proper 3 meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too lazy to go to the gym or swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And too lazy to get out and do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only in this state cos I'm stagnating again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking about what I want to do with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I played the piano today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love composing random shit that I feel like playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I can never remember the same tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it feels like some romantic era song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love making things up and they sound good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skins is a very meh show. like so blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like of all the shows I've watched, it's like 2/5 stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I watch anything crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's cos it's british and I'm not used to the culture and shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like they do drugs and punch people and have sex all the damn time which is pretty stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no real dramas/dramas are like super cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there is no plot, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The slopes of the build up is like almost a horizontal line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Greek is so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because the guys are hotter and the girls are cuter and there's some build up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus cappie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cappie.. or should I say really cute boys make everything better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In skins, like JJ is cute in the geek sorta way. Everyone else is pretty much very blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I think Effy is cool though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In gossip girl &amp;amp; 90210, there is a good plot and hot people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One tree hill, James lafferty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crime shows like dexter and criminal minds is alway good because psycho people always makes things awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watch too much television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I need to talk to someone about TV to get it all outta my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom is driving me crazy though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's all like, "rachael, what about queensland"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like. I just accepted UBC's offer last night!??!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's really driving me crazy because I'm thinking about it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it when people question my decision after I've made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like, I have to think about it again, and like consider everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which annoys me very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing about me is that I follow whatever my heart tells me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My head just doesn't work when i'm about to make decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate making decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish someone would just make them for me already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate thinking about what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if I do know what I want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop bugging me about whether it's the right decision already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking about me moving to canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it freaks the shit outta me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to move there so bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the same time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone's here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone's leaving later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm leaving first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say goodbye to everyone at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been away like this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish there would be someone to help me make this transition easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have to meet more people and talk to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conversations really make me feel a lot better because I get new ideas from people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-1952177863504764065?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/1952177863504764065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=1952177863504764065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1952177863504764065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1952177863504764065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/skins.html' title='Skins'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S73v8szoOLI/AAAAAAAAB4g/wNFwUUzlfnE/s72-c/AAC164377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8894019566379938279</id><published>2010-04-07T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:15:54.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Skittles</title><content type='html'>1. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as? A Gypsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling? &lt;div&gt;Peacocks and gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You are chosen to have lunch with the President. The condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's your first day of vacation, what are you doing? Sun tannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies? A drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which do you dislike most: Lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you think Captain Hook's name was before he had a hook for a hand? Captain Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Rock, paper, or scissors? Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How long was it from 'the first date' until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&amp;amp;M Rainbow time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet? Too quiet. I can't scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person? Confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. At the good old general store, what particular kind of candy would you expect to be in the big jar at the counter? MALTESERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most distinguishing landmark in your city? A Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other? Anything to do with law or politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test? None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose? Chocolate icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What food item would need to be removed from the market altogether in order for you to live a healthier, longer life?  Potatoes because french fries are really bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You are offered an envelope that you know contains $50. You are then told that you may either keep it or exchange it for another envelope that may contain $500 or may be empty. Do you keep the first envelope, or do you take your chances with the second? 1/2 x 1/2 = 1/4 Or so I think if I studied probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you had to choose, which would you give up: cable TV, or DSL/cable internet? TV because I can totally watch that shit on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's #20? In your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How much is a gallon of gas in your city? What was the highest it's been? maybe 438729874932 zimbabwe dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of lunch box did you have as a kid? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What would you rather have, a nanny, a housekeeper, a cook, or a chauffeur? Chauffeur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you rather be trapped in an elevator, or stuck in traffic? stuck in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Lets say a brick fell on your foot, and your kid is standing right next to you, what is your 'cleaned up' swear word? Unicorn blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a crappy mood today. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-8894019566379938279?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8894019566379938279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8894019566379938279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8894019566379938279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8894019566379938279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/skittles.html' title='Skittles'/><author><name>rachael</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-24829109.post-5014538172369158357</id><published>2010-04-06T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:13:42.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>unicorn blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7tBfAE0KbI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/YwcExF5G-T8/s1600/z86030403+(2).png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7tBfAE0KbI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/YwcExF5G-T8/s400/z86030403+(2).png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457027374341433778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let'​​s start​ it off with,​​ are you avail​able?​​ somewhat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are there​ any stres​sful situa​tions​ in your life?​​​​​​ yes. moving to canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you enjoy​ late night​ phone​ conve​rsati​ons?​​ yes. but the reception at my place sucks so I can't have those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have any pet fish?​​​​​​ nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you go to the bathr​oom with the door open or close​d?​​​​​​ closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you dance​ in the car? sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there​ someo​ne you don'​​​​​​t ever want to be out of your life?​​​​​​ yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where​ did you get your last bruis​e from?​​​​​ i can't remember my bruise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever thoug​ht you were gonna​ die? yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you feel about​ girls​ smoki​ng?​​​​​​ whatever. like, there's no gender inequality dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you get along​ more with girls​ or guys?​​​​​​ guys and guy-ish girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you curre​ntly heari​ng right​ now? nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there​ a perso​n of the oppos​ite sex who means​ a lot to you? yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What brand​ of digit​al camer​a do you have?​​​​​​ like.. my phone camera.. LG i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would​ you rathe​r marry​ a footb​all playe​r or a baske​tball​ playe​r?​​ basketball but we all know I prefer musicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there​ a reaso​n for your MySpa​ce song?​​​​​​ don't have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When was the last time you saw your dad? a couple minutes ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you drink​ soda?​​ nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyon​e crush​ing on you? hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anyon​e ever sang to you? yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anyon​e ever given​ you roses​?​​ yes.. i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you make your money​?​​​​​​ i used to have a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First​ perso​n to text you today​?​​​​​​ christine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is your favor​ite color​?​​​​​​ black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What color​ are your eyes?​​​​​​ brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whens​ your next vacat​ion?​​​​​​ hopefully, the US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you looki​ng ​forwa​rd to? exams to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What would​ your last name be if you marri​ed the last perso​n you texte​d?​​​​​ rachael chow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you worry​ your ex will move on &amp;amp; be happi​er with anoth​er perso​n?​​​ whatever dude, like, I think he already did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do peopl​e tend to walk all over you? no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you reall​y happy​ or are you just sayin​g that?​​​​​ not happy at the moment. happiness can only last for so long. after that happy moment, it's like depressing till you find another thing that makes you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were kicke​d out of your curre​nt resid​ence whom would​ you call?​​ anyone who would take me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think​ relat​ionsh​ips are hard?​​​​​ buiding and maintaining them's hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whens​ the next time you'​​​​​ll see your close​st frien​d?​​​​​ tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was the last reaso​n that you cried​?​​​​​ i think it was cos I miss someone but I'm still here. it's just retarded how I cry so randomly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry? really depends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have sibli​ngs over the age of 21? nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is your favor​ite kind of weath​er?​​​​​ autumn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you happy​ with your life?​​​​ fairly satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who did you last hug? i think it was vrinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you a loud perso​n?​​​​​ depends on my mood and the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would​ you trade​ lives​ with a famou​s perso​n?​​​​​ really depends how famous they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you weari​ng any jewel​ry?​​​​​ no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have a hard time admit​ting you'​​​​​re wrong​?​​​​ no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think​ you have made a diffe​rence​ in anyon​e'​​​​​s life?​​​​​ i think maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What shoul​d you be doing​ right​ now? taking a shower or reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When was the last time you slept​ on the floor​?​​​​​ i can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anybo​dy ever given​ you butte​rflie​s?​​​​​ for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you have a valen​tine this year?​​​​ I did. stephhhhh. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where​ is your favor​ite place​ to be? right here in my chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-5014538172369158357?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5014538172369158357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5014538172369158357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5014538172369158357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5014538172369158357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/unicorn-blood.html' title='unicorn blood'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7tBfAE0KbI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/YwcExF5G-T8/s72-c/z86030403+(2).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2897410901189583561</id><published>2010-04-05T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:49:58.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7oFgSi6FPI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Hlw_4zsQMq0/s1600/tumblr_kyt2d6QISN1qa1gv6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7oFgSi6FPI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Hlw_4zsQMq0/s400/tumblr_kyt2d6QISN1qa1gv6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456679950804980978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, you look at a photo and you realise how much of that moment is captured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss everything that I used to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm older now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not wiser yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I wish I could allow myself to feel whatever I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes, circumstances never allows that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get obsessed with something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I never forget the old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ugh. I hate waiting around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry it's been so many posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no, wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm not sorry for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do whatever I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have a lot on my mind while waiting for my hair to dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-2897410901189583561?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2897410901189583561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2897410901189583561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2897410901189583561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2897410901189583561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7oFgSi6FPI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Hlw_4zsQMq0/s72-c/tumblr_kyt2d6QISN1qa1gv6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-6895646526604220132</id><published>2010-04-05T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:25:34.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Special needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7nh06bgn2I/AAAAAAAAB4I/_K447-JscQA/s1600/tumblr_kydifgqYq41qzxzwwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7nh06bgn2I/AAAAAAAAB4I/_K447-JscQA/s400/tumblr_kydifgqYq41qzxzwwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456640722690154338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be good at something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and today, i thought about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i thought, hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT TO BE ABLE TO DRAW THE MAP OF THE WORLD PERFECTLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall be a slob for the next few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and practice drawing the map of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll be pretty sweet if I could do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to live in my room for the next 2 days or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to study, watch crap online, movies i havent watched in my hard drive, read, write (if my writer's block is gone), do more math, and play a whole ton of solitaire until someone calls me out or I'm sick of doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, i met so many people i havent seen in ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;practically jumped on esther.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and like screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man, I miss her so damn much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't seen her in 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you believe that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like we're in the same country,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I don't see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I had the longest conversations today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love just sipping coffee and talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only i don't need to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I've decided to stay back one more month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos like, I haven't seen so many people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they're leaving in september.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I'll make use of this time for conversations and meet ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love talking about anything to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm such a lazy ass bitch though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm so damn tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stay awake for more than 12 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I like writing so much about my life on the internet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like, I have so many outlets of writing whatever I feel like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like twitter, facebook, blog, another blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I feel that that's not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, I need more outlets to write crap that I feel like writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking to people today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I make another stupid ass video?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe I should compose something for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking writer's block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-6895646526604220132?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6895646526604220132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6895646526604220132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6895646526604220132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6895646526604220132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/special-needs.html' title='Special needs'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7nh06bgn2I/AAAAAAAAB4I/_K447-JscQA/s72-c/tumblr_kydifgqYq41qzxzwwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8676181678772919027</id><published>2010-04-05T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:47:55.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>i am so pleased</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7lMVUPBNII/AAAAAAAAB4A/oARYWipJqVw/s1600/5r55h4pwbnb1b9v1fkNoiNCHo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7lMVUPBNII/AAAAAAAAB4A/oARYWipJqVw/s400/5r55h4pwbnb1b9v1fkNoiNCHo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456476352628733058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heheheheheheehhehehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cant stop giggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 has been a good year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like, the UBC admission,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the QUT admission,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the awesome friends I've got,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the new people I've met, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the cherry on top of this beautiful whip cream and icecream mix i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a merit for piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes that's right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that really awesome miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my grades suck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have an exam coming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm moving to another country real soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but so far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this happiness strike just keeps on coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not that moving to canada is a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just that I'll miss so many people, by going there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh oh, the cure's on tvvvvvv. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that totally adds to the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't describe how freaking amazing this feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like everything is in it's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have been depressed like the first part of this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I think the only way you're going when you're down is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but im a happy person despite the fact that I can't fucking eat anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which pisses me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can lose weight like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or so I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i sound like a loser happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love how it is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when all else fails in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is greek and the joy of watching cappie in the most random costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:DDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright. lunch with people I haven't seen since graduation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-8676181678772919027?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8676181678772919027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8676181678772919027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8676181678772919027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8676181678772919027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-so-pleased.html' title='i am so pleased'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7lMVUPBNII/AAAAAAAAB4A/oARYWipJqVw/s72-c/5r55h4pwbnb1b9v1fkNoiNCHo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-181672086033797643</id><published>2010-04-02T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:45:17.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>blasé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7X_NsSAzMI/AAAAAAAAB34/sUBVGLcAgFk/s1600/tumblr_ky6t1vfpd91qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7X_NsSAzMI/AAAAAAAAB34/sUBVGLcAgFk/s400/tumblr_ky6t1vfpd91qzr04eo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455547134319316162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been blogging much these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been trying to figure out where I want to go for university. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got accepted to UBC and QUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is totally awesome because these are the two schools I want to go to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hmmm. canada or australia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh man.. this is an easy one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CANADA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there. I spelt it out for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I have this weird homely feeling with canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that place too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow, I feel that I belong there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the feelings now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope they don't change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My week has been filled with going out with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a good week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'm sooooooooo tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the many conversations I had this week with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But like, there's too much alcohol in my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not good.. at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hungry all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tmr's bbq day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I've been marinating chickens the whole night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I am so drained out doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waking up at 0730 tmr just to get stingrays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think i'm a very lousy food planner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can never tell how much food is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I bought too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM SO TIRED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bath, and then sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smell like garlic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ackkkkkkkkkkkk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really long day tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-181672086033797643?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/181672086033797643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=181672086033797643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/181672086033797643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/181672086033797643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/04/blase.html' title='blasé'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S7X_NsSAzMI/AAAAAAAAB34/sUBVGLcAgFk/s72-c/tumblr_ky6t1vfpd91qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-1781618239029159183</id><published>2010-03-28T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:53:13.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>The end of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S69rzodiclI/AAAAAAAAB3w/9vkjEYHNC8U/s1600/tumblr_kyvq41LwaD1qa6lx1o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S69rzodiclI/AAAAAAAAB3w/9vkjEYHNC8U/s400/tumblr_kyvq41LwaD1qa6lx1o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453696208547770962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-1781618239029159183?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/1781618239029159183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=1781618239029159183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1781618239029159183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1781618239029159183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of-this.html' title='The end of this'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S69rzodiclI/AAAAAAAAB3w/9vkjEYHNC8U/s72-c/tumblr_kyvq41LwaD1qa6lx1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-7113907133826761841</id><published>2010-03-28T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T01:07:57.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S645-Uj3HBI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TxtVLsj8W1k/s1600/reflection_3_by_carinasphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S645-Uj3HBI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TxtVLsj8W1k/s400/reflection_3_by_carinasphotos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453359941626043410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="text-align: center;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="text-align: center;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;J.K. Rowling &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only because I love the emotions you get behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only because I love climbing back up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to fall and get back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because not being able to fail just fails the meaning of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be cautious and not fall is not a preventative measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just something you tell yourself to be prepared to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other words, it's an I told you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But to climb back up is to test your strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm not asking you to fall all the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when you try something new, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Risk it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you can learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start out big,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you won't make the same mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who said the lightbulb was invented without failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or electricity was discovered without killing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falling is a step to get back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't be afraid to fall just because you're afraid of climbing back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-7113907133826761841?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/7113907133826761841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=7113907133826761841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7113907133826761841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7113907133826761841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/failure.html' title='failure'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S645-Uj3HBI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TxtVLsj8W1k/s72-c/reflection_3_by_carinasphotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-730990009932496425</id><published>2010-03-27T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:40:32.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Dream come true bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S64ljjIIfjI/AAAAAAAAB3g/mXdI5GQm_tE/s1600/Picture0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S64ljjIIfjI/AAAAAAAAB3g/mXdI5GQm_tE/s400/Picture0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453337491447250482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEY BITCHES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I GOT INTO UBC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOOK AT THAT FACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT'S THE FACE I'LL BE MAKING WHENEVER I'M HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM A HAPPY DUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-730990009932496425?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/730990009932496425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=730990009932496425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/730990009932496425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/730990009932496425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-come-true-bitches.html' title='Dream come true bitches'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S64ljjIIfjI/AAAAAAAAB3g/mXdI5GQm_tE/s72-c/Picture0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-6360711155665246604</id><published>2010-03-26T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:02:46.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Standing in the fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6uPO8W_7HI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/4Mju0Wfbxqg/s1600/tumblr_kyme7vcFjW1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6uPO8W_7HI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/4Mju0Wfbxqg/s400/tumblr_kyme7vcFjW1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452609260745649266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hold fucking shit, what is my problem. Maybe it's cos I had too little food and too much pocky that's why why I'm in this state but what the hell, am I like wrong to freak out about the littlest things like this. I mean, what is wrong with me, like maybe this is the way you think i would react to notice random shit. but OMFG. why am I acting this way. This is too gay and this is too erm, non-idontgiveashit-ish. i should sleep it off or something. maybe it's the random comment you said. holy shit. what the fuck man. I am losing it. milk does not cure hunger. it only cures like.. nothing. my mouth smells like cow now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had an awesome day, minus the whatthefuck night. Like, I met Steph, went to eat awesome awesome mexican food. I love mexican food. I would love anyone who could make me awesome chimichangas. It's one of the most awesome food available to mankind. Too bad I don't have pictures of going out maybe cos I'm not a cam whore or anything along that lines. hahaha. (officially losing it at this point) then we went to get my pay. and then we went to buy movie tix for whip it and then we went to pokey and drink coffee. and then we went to watch a movie, which was totally awesome. whip it is so... agressive. I love female aggressiveness. I had the most awesome conversations with steph today. I think we agreed on being more aggressive, because aggressiveness is cool. Nawh, I'm just messin'. but like I intend to take up an aggressive sport because I think anger releasing has to come out in some form of physical exercise. I mean, punching the crap outta something. I think kick boxing should do the trick. not that I'll ever exercise for anything. I think that roller skating shit she does is mega cool, like u just get to hit people all the time. and they're so aggressive it's so cool. like they don't give a shit that they hurt or anything. band shirts, piercings and like, more sex bands are going to be on me now. love that kinda shit. I don't even know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really need to work out. But I need to find the motivation to because I feel like slumping in my room. I currently feel like shooting myself in the head for being such a mega slutfacewhoremonster. but then I'll prolly get up feel like writing some shit about how I feel, get a call to go out, or not. but i'll prolly watch greek or like read or something. If no one's at home, I'll like play the piano and make up some tune for my tuneless lyrics. If I go out, I want to pokey again and get sex bands and band tees or something. But hey. My days are so unplanned, it's actually nice. I love unplanned shit. Then have to finish up some conversation with some person. and then like, prolly watch a whole ton of television and get to slp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not eating sounds like a good plan nowadays. I hardly ever eat now. If i do, it has to be something good, like sushi.. mmmmm. sushi. or mexican. MmmMmm. mexican. or mom's cooking. which beats all the other shit there is to eat. I hate burgers and fries and pizza kinda thing. those just suck. like, it's all oil and meat and oiled bread. anything with rice is good. ok. I should stop talking about food. I'm already freaking ass hungry and I'm going to sleep if off soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so into musicians. It's like, after placebo, and whip it, it's like. OMFG. MUSICIANS. I totally dig guys with awesome music tastes. And my friends too. Like, Steph, we can talk about music for so long. which is pretty much awesome because that's like one of the most important part of me. I love what I listen to and I like it when people can share what I like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'm on a smoke and caffeine high now,that's why most of this post does not make any sense. But hey. I will figure things out tmr. I shall like, talk to people and then call it a night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and brush my teeth cos it smells like cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-6360711155665246604?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6360711155665246604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6360711155665246604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6360711155665246604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6360711155665246604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/standing-in-fire.html' title='Standing in the fire'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6uPO8W_7HI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/4Mju0Wfbxqg/s72-c/tumblr_kyme7vcFjW1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-6439924598106556400</id><published>2010-03-23T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:45:20.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>The world gets to us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6jLdHWDyhI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/L5o30h6Umk0/s1600-h/tumblr_kz3c7aopFJ1qzkn70o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6jLdHWDyhI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/L5o30h6Umk0/s400/tumblr_kz3c7aopFJ1qzkn70o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451831049980201490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how they say, how you never really forget and you never really stop hurting. Watching shutter island today (How odd but yes, when they started talking about the brain, i started thinking) I realise how your brain just covers up your pain by making up something pleasant to make up for the pain. And I was also thinking about the other thing that I heard today, "you only believe compliments.", from FRIENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I thought about all those people I've loved in my life, like if I really loved them. And I think, at some point, I do, but not now. It's like, my brain just tells me I don't because I don't want to remember the bad things. I would try to remember the good things that happened but then it'll lead me to think about the bad things and I don't want to be reminded of the bad things so I stop thinking of it completely, not forgetting, just not trying to remember those things so that I won't hurt again. Heartbreaks are the worst kinda pain there is. It's like stabbing yourself repeatedly in one spot over a period of time, and crying cos it hurts. Sometimes, you drop needles in that wound, rub salt into it, scratch it, tear the whole wound up again. But eventually, you get hung up on something else you remember the wound, and when you do remember the wound, you pick on it to see if it still hurts. It'll always hurt, but not as bad as the first time you stabbed yourself repeatedly. Thank god it only happened like twice in my life. Stabbing yourself repeatedly around the same spot doesn't hurt as bad anymore. But I don't think that's a good thing. I would rather feel the knife slide in and out of the skin than to feel nothing at all. Not being sadistic or anything but I would like the full experience. If it's not a full experience, I wouldn't want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is why I don't understand why people get so many boyfs. Even when they're not goodlooking or have an ultra cool personality. It's like, you don't get real heartbreaks, you don't fall in love, you don't fight and feel anything. It's like you don't need to feel anymore, which totally defeats the purpose of actually having a love life and shit like that. Personally, I would rather feel everything, like the overwhelming feeling when you're going to meet someone who you think is right for you and get that crazy butterflies in your stomach for the entire day, even when you're with him, or that crazy mothereffing pain that your heart literally feels and you choke up so bad and cry for the entire night than to feel like, oh, i met this person, he is cute. erm. yeah. we got together, oh wait, now we broke up. like, how do you feel? erm. i'm alright i guess. no big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's only fun when it happens occasionally, something big like that happens to your life. I don't get how people do things to regularly, getting a boyf is like a weekly/monthly affair. I think you girls should get a hold of yourselves and think about it, I know we're young and shit like that but hey, like, there's more to life than getting a boyfriend. Maybe I'm just jealous you do get one a week or some shit like that.. but nawh. i'm cool with just fantasizing, watching greek and everything. I just don't get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I'm going to do with my life, you may ask is that I'm going to play around with my feelings and write some awesome music. I am only inspired when I get played by people and start writing about how I feel. I hate it when I'm like having writer's block or totally falling in love and writing some cliche nonsense crap. The best kinda music is songs about heartbreaks because that's when feelings are raw and you are like totally freaked out and scared. I love the raw, natural human feeling. I like looking at people and studying how they're like, like I realise that sometimes, when people are sad over the dumbest situations, they are really freaking ass sad but even though your comforting words are like the gayest most cliche things ever said to man, they want to hear it, because they'll feel better. Always tell people the most positive things to comfort them, but after awhile, they would have to embrace reality and so you have to hint to them what the reality of the situation first, but first, stop them from crying so they can go to the next phase, the I HATE YOU AND I DON'T WANT TO GIVE A SHIT phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what I learnt last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall just take the week to relax, read like at least one of the 10 books I've bought but not read yet, watch greek, erm. not lose weight cos I'm too fat and lazy to. and write crap, pick up the guitar and like learn some chords, compose some shit on the piano, scribble a bit, do some math, draw, think about money, draw on myself, meet up with a couple of people to have conversations with. I really do enjoy conversations nowadays, like taking about the future and like random things about people I know, like understand why people do certain things, get gossip, which is a very essential part of my life. But for some reason, gossip just makes me feel bad for people because gossip isn't really gossip when it involves something bad that happened to a person, it's like just, "OMFG. I FEEL SO BAD FOR THIS PERSON". kinda thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, Greek and Looking for alaska for like the next few days and nights. I have to stop like snacking. It's bad cos I'm being called chubby. Whatevs. I'm huggable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tskkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-6439924598106556400?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6439924598106556400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6439924598106556400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6439924598106556400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6439924598106556400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/world-gets-to-us.html' title='The world gets to us'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6jLdHWDyhI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/L5o30h6Umk0/s72-c/tumblr_kz3c7aopFJ1qzkn70o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5993536806821961217</id><published>2010-03-21T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:07:37.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Hello society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6ZBJgbkFtI/AAAAAAAAB3I/nRbxCQNLl-U/s1600-h/tumblr_kvv32lgXta1qaezoko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6ZBJgbkFtI/AAAAAAAAB3I/nRbxCQNLl-U/s400/tumblr_kvv32lgXta1qaezoko1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451116030558738130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got my parents real pissed off today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's cos I'm taking out on them cos I'm so frustrated at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know this transition time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where you have absolutely, almost no idea what you want to do with your life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's like too short to start something big,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and very undecisive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, I don't even know which university wants me yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so frustrated because I have no direction and I'm really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The week's activities were killer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like my piano exam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which I'm damn scared I'm going to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to practice ever again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but ugh, whatever, if I don't pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then acting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which was tiring as hell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I loved almost every second of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fulfilling and everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like, I know that's something I want to do and I'm happy doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love performing for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I miss having a band and I miss being on stage where people are like watching you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss that feeling, like when people are dancing to your music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that's one of the most awesome feelings I've ever experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to rock out again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a fan is also awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLACEBO WAS AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lead singer, Brian Molko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drummer with tattoos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loved every second of rocking out and being pissed at crazy ass bitch fans that jumps their ass off and keeps pushing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll push you back you motherfucking bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I've been thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how I have to make more friends in this island since most of my other friends are leaving for everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, school is starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I really want to start schooling again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, it's like WTF right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but really,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss being around people all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People who piss me off, but at the same time, going through what I'm going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And like, people I can talk to randomly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would appreciate the freedom right about now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet I'll go crazy at home soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Videos aren't working too good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to start doing something different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like comedy and shit like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say I'm boring talking about shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should just talk about like, nonsense that I want to say to people everyday on camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss talking shit to people everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like making up nonsense just to piss people off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to lose the 'omfg rachael, what the fuck are you doing'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I don't meet people, and like talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need loads of conversations now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I've had enough talking to army people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kinda bored talking about boys being all tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes me feel all unfit and fat and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to like, work out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's not going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaahahhaahhahahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think fat/chubby people are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are funnier and more open to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like fat/chubby people with self esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I hate cocky people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, just people who loves themselves for who they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freaking hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need those people to motivate me to be like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stand being all 'omfg, i'm so fucking fat' everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I need more self confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it when people bring me down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I have to keep pulling myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, quit bugging me already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time, time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I going to do with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need someone to lean on for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so tough when you lose that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-5993536806821961217?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5993536806821961217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5993536806821961217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5993536806821961217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5993536806821961217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-society.html' title='Hello society'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S6ZBJgbkFtI/AAAAAAAAB3I/nRbxCQNLl-U/s72-c/tumblr_kvv32lgXta1qaezoko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-9200649787214293053</id><published>2010-03-14T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:49:25.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>crapback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5zwFTGNccI/AAAAAAAAB3A/h-uW0vfH9Yk/s1600-h/tumblr_kyzwj6tFoc1qzi80do1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5zwFTGNccI/AAAAAAAAB3A/h-uW0vfH9Yk/s400/tumblr_kyzwj6tFoc1qzi80do1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448493623027790274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so nonchalant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exam was like, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like I didn't feel anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felt really scared this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like in the exam room and had only half a brain telling me what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how I function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how it happens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I somehow screwed up a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bitch exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love friends so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I love green tea icecream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the rain and it's coolness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate that I have no idea what to do with my life from next week onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want something to look forward to every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to do something great with my nonsense I create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I want to share moments with people I care about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which are getting fewer and fewer as the days go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss so many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I haven't seen anyone in ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to make a video again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make it good and sell it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-9200649787214293053?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/9200649787214293053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=9200649787214293053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/9200649787214293053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/9200649787214293053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/crapback.html' title='crapback'/><author><name>rachael</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/' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am currently freezing my ass off, blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos even though you had the hottest shower in the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;airconditioning + fan blowing + water that evaporates from your skin at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just means you're gonna freezeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to know how it feels to pretend you're in a different climate and like experience the same feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But like you can control your current climate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERTIGO IS BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so is migraine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which mean, I HAVE TO START TAKING MEDS AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I SHOULD STOP SITTING ON SWIVEL CHAIRS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do such random shit that makes my fishbowl of a head, or so steph calls it, spin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I should like do anything crazy for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cant go clubbing, drinking and all that nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall stay at home, rethink what I'm going to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and like chris says, be an angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just going to start all my artsy nonsense again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to work on my drawing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos it sucks so bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok, not really. My painting sucks more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see that in my previous posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you ask how my week is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just going to say, it was tiring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not enjoyable and very mundane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but of course monday started out interesting when I met the rest of the cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then tuesday and wednesday was work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where the only interesting and fun part was me standing behind the counter, scooping up leftover milkshakes from the blender, and make drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the only thing I miss from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, and sanitising the tables and wiping the doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love wiping the glass doors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like it when things are clean and orderly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really dont understand why I can do that in the restaurant and not my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next week is so exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, piano life comes to an end on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then again, I'M ALMOST DONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know the weirdest thing about my parent's like they only care if I do well for my music, other than that its like, whatever dude, whatever u feel like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know they're like omfg, why are your results so bad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and really, after that, they dont really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like so weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like Music is more important than like school work in this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's quite awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate working for things anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I prefer doing things that interest me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one forces me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like playing nonsense on the piano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like composing my own little tune, and there's no one to disturb me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or like creative writing assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love creative writing so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I'm that good at it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But used to having your compositions read out in class meant something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like it when people read what I have to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like stuff that actually means something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there was a cause I stand for, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll be for girls to have a higher self esteem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like stop obsessing over weight and shit like that, and like boys and all that nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like you're good the way you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unless you're a slut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then it's not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know for some reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people i meet/find/stalk in my life like changes me for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at this phase now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where I want to be a better person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like do the right thing, and like don't be so crazy and shit like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos being all like slutty and shit is not cool, and like I watched these girls on the maury show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they're like so screwed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;although the irony is that im playing a slut but whatever man, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's just acting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really dont want to be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll still be cool, by not being such a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of acting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm filming my first major role next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for like 4 days straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet it's going to be tiring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it'll be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something I love to do since I was 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watch too much tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I wanted to be on Barney when I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was such a great show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then after that, when I was like 18, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking barney girl spoilt my childhood dream by like carrying a whip and singing in american idol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like wtfffffffff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I think the best part about shows is the script.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story has to be good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not gay at all, or cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is why I want to be a script writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to be a comedy show writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought friends was mega amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the jokes were too awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could kill to be anything close to those writers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been playing the piano constantly the whole day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and watching law and order: svu and CSI NY in between,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but what the hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the aural thing too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't sing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or like tell the cadences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMFG. I WANT TO SHOOT THE PERSON WHO INVENTED CADENCES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wtf is your problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to make someone's life so difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;freaking hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall wait for my hair to dry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while watching greek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I BET IT'LL BE AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos it's sororities and shit like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would want to live in america after watching that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that would not be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-1399442512361306223?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/1399442512361306223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=1399442512361306223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1399442512361306223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1399442512361306223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/slob.html' title='Slob'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5vBov5-HAI/AAAAAAAAB24/GnPQ8YDP3gc/s72-c/3_Happy_Faices_by_cef+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8905615999060752375</id><published>2010-03-12T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:21:38.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5mkvSS8mzI/AAAAAAAAB2w/S4HpCzSkXoo/s1600-h/z139111749+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5mkvSS8mzI/AAAAAAAAB2w/S4HpCzSkXoo/s400/z139111749+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447566356553440050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU'D NEVER GUESS WHO'D WANT ME ALIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tskkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to rest/have good sleep till next saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am lined up with a lot of things next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's gonna be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never done a role quite as big as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After next week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another video would come out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall get back to my final days of playing the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-8905615999060752375?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8905615999060752375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8905615999060752375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8905615999060752375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8905615999060752375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/youd-never-guess-whod-want-me-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5mkvSS8mzI/AAAAAAAAB2w/S4HpCzSkXoo/s72-c/z139111749+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-6110157145562163089</id><published>2010-03-10T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:19:35.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>just in case you didn't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5Z0Y6wyexI/AAAAAAAAB2g/arotmYQLZq4/s1600-h/z141627585+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5Z0Y6wyexI/AAAAAAAAB2g/arotmYQLZq4/s400/z141627585+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446668770790767378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked you to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're not the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find that thrill in talking to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to hang around until I figure you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didnt know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to stay in my life, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to get to know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm crazy, thinking about you all the time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still finding someone new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M FUCKING HUNGRY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-6110157145562163089?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6110157145562163089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6110157145562163089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6110157145562163089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6110157145562163089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='just in case you didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5Z0Y6wyexI/AAAAAAAAB2g/arotmYQLZq4/s72-c/z141627585+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2914278221783829400</id><published>2010-03-08T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:01:00.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Blog me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5SEG5OgiKI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/6TNEfynPQdc/s1600-h/z141085826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5SEG5OgiKI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/6TNEfynPQdc/s400/z141085826.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446123103373527202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that has been constant for me since I discovered it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's like 7 years of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 years - the start, was too gay to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept this blog constant for 4 years of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the longest I've ever done anything constantly and enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-2914278221783829400?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2914278221783829400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2914278221783829400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2914278221783829400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2914278221783829400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-me.html' title='Blog me'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5SEG5OgiKI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/6TNEfynPQdc/s72-c/z141085826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3217313997931882103</id><published>2010-03-07T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:33:33.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>i drew my face on the sheets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5PENJNOWuI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/SLU1gQmaRlE/s1600-h/m202921082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5PENJNOWuI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/SLU1gQmaRlE/s400/m202921082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445912104509790946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been watching life of Ryan and it has so much guy drama in it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like, man, guys really do that? Fight and all over friendship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I guess I still have so much more to figure out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been watching the Maury show and I was watching this 15 year old girl trying to get pregnant and I was all like, damnnnnn. what is the world coming to? And like she has sex so much more than I think i would ever have in two of my lifetimes. That's not even badass. That's just gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I was thinking about the reasons why I'm not like that, and I figured it's cos even though I may come out as wild and crazy, I always have someone to keep me under control and I like that. I like that my friends are always like watching out for me and I really appreciate what they do for me. I know that sometimes, I need to be taken care of and stuff and I'm glad there is always someone there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But on the side note, I feel like clubbing again for some reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I've got my Placebo tix so night of fun is coming up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still thinking about celebrating my half birthday though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sounds so stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want my birthday to be a day where everyone I love is there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most horrible birthday was a couple of years back where I didn't have much friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like crying so bad, because I always had a whole group of them from everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm building that again now because some people left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine starting school again this year, and like I can't really celebrate it with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People that I'm really close to and known for years won't be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which would really really suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have piano exam and filming and placebo concert coming up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also ladies night with my newfound clique, or so I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An internet conference thing to give me an idea to how I can start my business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and like, study days with the same people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need like drinking days and doing nothing days where I stay home and watch greek and all my shows that I'm missing out on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omggg. greek. I can't wait for chris to give me the seasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SCOTT MICHAEL FOSTER :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realised today that I actually quit my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like for real rachael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, that sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I have no idea what I'm going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to get inspiration soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos right now, my head is cluttered with nothing but obsession and migraine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for my piano exam to be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That day would be the day I've been waiting for, my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my parents would stop obsessing about my music for once in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breaking out of that hideous, hideous cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall move on and compose my nonsense soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And learn the violin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should sleep and forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been lacking that for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3217313997931882103?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3217313997931882103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3217313997931882103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3217313997931882103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3217313997931882103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-drew-my-face-on-sheets.html' title='i drew my face on the sheets'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S5PENJNOWuI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/SLU1gQmaRlE/s72-c/m202921082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-9103051571251245356</id><published>2010-03-01T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:19:21.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>When you think life is going down hill, it goes up hill again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4utWerh45I/AAAAAAAAB2I/E2u2NQrwstM/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbnklx9l6Or7IW7rRo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4utWerh45I/AAAAAAAAB2I/E2u2NQrwstM/s400/5r55h4pwbnklx9l6Or7IW7rRo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443635176311743378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dilemma guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like, I found the perfect university course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I'd most probably get into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is really really awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How awesome is that shit, really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like EVERYTHING i want to do with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrepreneurship with CREATIVE AND PROFESSIONAL WRITING (omfg this one is like my life) and Music and Advertising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And music isn't like classical shit, it's like freaking digital technology kinda thing, like DJ-ing and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like I'm going to hunt canada for that course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they don't have it, I'll settle for the beaches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is not that bad actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have too much sunshine clothes to put to good use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my video business.. me wanting to meet really awesome canadian youtubers.. like that has to be gone if like I don't go to canada. and USA is not an option for my holidays to visit my cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So US parties are outta the question which really sucks and US is an awesome shopping place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(omfg. What am I turning into? Feel like some party whore saying this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really love love love canada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but like. I can live there when I'm older and get my PR and like have a family there or some shit like that. I think this country is too small to make me rich in whatever I want to do in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.. Australia.. really? Like the country I soooo hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di-fucking-lemma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need to talk to more people and clear my head on this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;switching countries so quickly just freaks me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yes, I'll start filming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm going to film with some other people too which is really quite awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss acting so so much, ever since like 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to make a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But first, I shall write it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have such a huge idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's really awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yes, don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like people knowing my business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos I hate people judging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just like spoils it all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;burst my bubble that I love living in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omfg, creative writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something I want to do forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;write about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT TO GO PEOPLE WATCHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHO WANTS TO GO WITH ME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and tanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mannn. my friend said that I'm so fair now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abs abs abs! I need those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I realise I like weird people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really love weird people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And people who do very stupid things with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like stalk cute boys at the mall and realise that they're not that cute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or like looking at some lesbian cos she looks just like that lesbian from a porno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just people who are so weirdddddly cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and no, not those drunk people who utters nonsense at the side of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos those are just.. people with no sense of whats going on, and that's not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went out with christine today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we laughed like idiots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking so much nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss tessa cos I can talk nonsense to her and she gets so pissed off in a very funny way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'll move to aussieland just to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-9103051571251245356?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/9103051571251245356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-278137680161135665</id><published>2010-02-28T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:12:01.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Unusual Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4p2t1tO1LI/AAAAAAAAB2A/i4vYlGhCnYM/s1600-h/z167240407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4p2t1tO1LI/AAAAAAAAB2A/i4vYlGhCnYM/s400/z167240407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443293629513651378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I sat in the car thinking about me leaving this place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking about what im going to do about my life in the next few weeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking about what I want, people, how my life would be like if it were a movie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then it hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to start a new life soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like dying and then reviving again, in a different form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I 'died' like 3 times in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, when I was a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe about 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remembered lying down feeling so real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, that feeling where you absorb your surroundings so completely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then you head back to your life being like a complete dream again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where everything feels so surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's only so many times in your life where everything feels real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are the only times you feel alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was my earliest experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, when I left primary school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That felt like a lifetime ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only because my environment was completely different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People spoke english in primary school and in Secondary school, people just spoke chinese all the time which kinda pissed me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The third time I died was when I broke up with the guy I thought I loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which was like my first super major heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lost like, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a lot of friends that I really do regret not being close to anymore because I think they're awesome but now it's just awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend circle completely changed then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My perspectives of certain things changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had nothing to hold me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing to tear me down either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Completely horrible, but I survived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, it's preparation for the forth death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I call it death is because everything you did felt like a lifetime ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I'm about to start in a totally new environment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave the closest people in my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave my family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave everything I ever owned and lived on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and start anew..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which I really don't know how I'm going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never moved for about 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the last time I did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was just moving house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was younger then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I lived in that house for 3 years or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've lived in this for 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lived in this country for 18 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow along the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my perspectives changed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really really need someone to guide me along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really freaking ass scary cos I've never gotten so much uncertainty in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and thinking about moving and all that shit every single day scares the shit out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hardly sleep or eat nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to enjoy myself doing stupid random things but the feeling's like someone who can't kill themselves because they're immortal - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to feel satisfaction but can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone please tell me how I should live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really can't go on with this uncertainty shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just stresses me out so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, ugh, I need someone right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-278137680161135665?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/278137680161135665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=278137680161135665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/278137680161135665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/278137680161135665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/unusual-uncertainty.html' title='Unusual Uncertainty'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4p2t1tO1LI/AAAAAAAAB2A/i4vYlGhCnYM/s72-c/z167240407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5006727289387458904</id><published>2010-02-27T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:32:47.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4ieL3Zq7fI/AAAAAAAAB14/EZCg5rZh728/s1600-h/345twsf.bmp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4ieL3Zq7fI/AAAAAAAAB14/EZCg5rZh728/s1600-h/345twsf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4ieL3Zq7fI/AAAAAAAAB14/EZCg5rZh728/s400/345twsf.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442774076364615154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4ieL3Zq7fI/AAAAAAAAB14/EZCg5rZh728/s1600-h/345twsf.bmp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4ieL3Zq7fI/AAAAAAAAB14/EZCg5rZh728/s1600-h/345twsf.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello you. I don't know how it happened but I found out why I was going to be fall for you since the moment I met you. Today, I found the reason why I fell for you, just in a photograph. I suddenly just burst into tears because I remembered I am leaving soon and I won't see you for a very long time. I haven't been away from you for long since the moment we met. It's been years. I don't want to stop keeping how I feel in the inside, because I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-5006727289387458904?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5006727289387458904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5006727289387458904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5006727289387458904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5006727289387458904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4ieL3Zq7fI/AAAAAAAAB14/EZCg5rZh728/s72-c/345twsf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-6805621497528633823</id><published>2010-02-25T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:19:42.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Frustrationaly bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4aBkNnxwSI/AAAAAAAAB1w/aM9W3WJmH5c/s1600-h/P250221_21.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4aBkNnxwSI/AAAAAAAAB1w/aM9W3WJmH5c/s400/P250221_21.22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442179658855596322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drew this fucking ugly picture today, cos I felt like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4aBjgtOknI/AAAAAAAAB1g/QthVWA07920/s1600-h/P230221_10.06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4aBjgtOknI/AAAAAAAAB1g/QthVWA07920/s400/P230221_10.06.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442179646798860914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is called spider coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very frustrated right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to get tmr over with, which makes me very frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also, I'm so bored with my life, I'm thinking too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sprouting bullshit all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should stop like thinking for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to stop talking about my life in the weirdest angles possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't help but obsess about everything that I want to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to fucking quit my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to work anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will self-employ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And because my dad says so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to say this to one person because fuck you isn't enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry. Need to get this off my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Massive rant: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY DADDY IS MORE FAMOUS AND RICHER THAN YOURS SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP THINKING IM STUPID COS IM NOT AND YOU ARE THE STUPID DAMN ONE. OMFG. JUST BECAUSE I FAILED AT SOMETHING, DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. YOU'RE NOT SMART ENOUGH TO STUDY WHAT I STUDY. I WOULD LIKE TO SCREAM AT YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE OLDER THAN ME. BUT WHAT THE FUCK. TYPING SOUNDS LIKE A BETTER PLAN BECAUSE I CAN TYPE FASTER THAN YOU CAN THINK. AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I PLAY THE FUCKING PIANO AND YOU FUCKING CAN'T. SO WHAT IF YOU'RE OLDER, DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE SMARTER BECAUSE I AM BETTER THAN YOU IN SPEAKING AND WRITING ENGLISH, AND I KNOW THAT GLASS IS MADE OF FUCKING SAND. WATCH ME GET FAMOUS, AND WHEN I DO, I WOULD GO, IN YOUR FUCKING FACE, BITCH. THAT'S MY COME BACK. TO BE MORE SUCCESSFUL THAN YOU WHEN I'M YOUNGER THAN YOU. I DON'T LIKE DEALING WITH YOUR SHIT BECAUSE YOU'RE A LAZY ASS MOFO CLEANING UP PEOPLE'S SHIT. &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/24829109-6805621497528633823?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6805621497528633823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6805621497528633823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6805621497528633823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6805621497528633823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustrationaly-bored.html' title='Frustrationaly bored.'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4aBkNnxwSI/AAAAAAAAB1w/aM9W3WJmH5c/s72-c/P250221_21.22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3670074933485900928</id><published>2010-02-25T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:32:17.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Help me, I'm alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4Xs18Tq2pI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qkn8NnlMmY4/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbkjs88ibYaXmTTYWo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4Xs18Tq2pI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qkn8NnlMmY4/s400/5r55h4pwbkjs88ibYaXmTTYWo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442016136212961938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omfg, you wouldn't believe my week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was crazy sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because work sucks so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos I'm pissed off at people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I won't go into details here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just go for a major bitch fest with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to meet people that I haven't seen since graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catching up would be soooo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, I'm so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for this week to be OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really want to watch valentine's day and dear john.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to start my business soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;balllllssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to get smashed up this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3670074933485900928?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3670074933485900928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3670074933485900928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3670074933485900928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3670074933485900928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/help-me-im-alive.html' title='Help me, I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4Xs18Tq2pI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qkn8NnlMmY4/s72-c/5r55h4pwbkjs88ibYaXmTTYWo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5430356505089302906</id><published>2010-02-21T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:45:52.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Cos we only live to die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4E0VdU6o-I/AAAAAAAAB04/WTH0x_qL_vw/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbmq1kij0fgYKCbiTo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4E0VdU6o-I/AAAAAAAAB04/WTH0x_qL_vw/s400/5r55h4pwbmq1kij0fgYKCbiTo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440687368094524386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met this person who drives me insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But who I am very sane around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These few days felt like last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am bored to bits, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I went to the beach today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though I wanted to go yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how I had a cup of coffee today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wrote a bit of my script for my upcoming video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a series actually, called ICSTS (I can't stand that shit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll be up soon. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being alone, listening to the ocean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I love steps because she keeps quiet all the time and we can be together and not talk but it wouldn't be awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we'll do everything stupid, and talk about nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bestest person to hang out with, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First person I ever fought with also, but it's cool. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love today, the rain, and the sand in between my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was free, relaxing and walking into the waters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, I really love the beach, like LOVE that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to go back everyday if I could, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just taking walks there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how I appreciate that so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe its because everyday I think about leaving this place and I feel so sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I start to appreciate everything in this island and a little beyond even though it's so crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anything, I would like to take time off from work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;study, go to the beach, get coffee and write, compose my little tunes on the piano, start playing the violin again, learn the guitar, dress up to go out only to walk around aimlessly, hang out with my friends, make loads of videos, draw, learn different languages, paint.. just doing things I feel like doing and having the money to, too. lol. That's the tough part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love doing random crap like these, i love exploring art for some reason, but I'm not going to study it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking of what I want to do in university, and the thing that appeals most to me is creative writing. God, like my parents would let me take that course. There's so much to learn, I hate it when I say I don't have enough time because I spend most of it here or watching TV. I love television, and I get a lot of inspiration from it, but it's so bad for me. I could just sit there for like a million hours. hah. I have no idea why I'm ranting, maybe it's cos I'm thinking too much nowadays. i like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so curious about army. i think I'm like satisfying my tomboyish-ness (whatever u call it) because I wanted to join it when I was like 9. I wanted to join NCC in secondary school and I told my parents I would join the malaysian army if they picked me.. which they didn't. hah. I have no idea why I'm so interested in soldiers and shit like that. But I met chiang yesterday and he told me so much about it. Even though it's all propaganda and shit, which I don't think I can ever survive and stuff, I would like join it because I'm so very fascinated about how they run the damn thing. I would never take the physical training though, even though that is for the most part. I will never run. I would march under the sun for hours though, but no running. Somehow, I miss my uniform group shit from secondary school, although I hate it too much, I love the marching part and the camping part. ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, I can't wait till I know my schedule for the week. Gotta start studying, and practicing. Exams are up next. Piano in a month, and math in 3. gahhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Placebo or no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think you're the sweetest thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachael, you're a freaking loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I win this round. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOLOLOLOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachael, you're such an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-5430356505089302906?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5430356505089302906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5430356505089302906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5430356505089302906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5430356505089302906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/cos-we-only-live-to-die.html' title='Cos we only live to die'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S4E0VdU6o-I/AAAAAAAAB04/WTH0x_qL_vw/s72-c/5r55h4pwbmq1kij0fgYKCbiTo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2005025093812167972</id><published>2010-02-19T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:01:29.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>crazy unintentional unreliable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S35MLtyg07I/AAAAAAAAB0g/PR1AStuzY-w/s400/P170221_18.27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S35MMHMpZDI/AAAAAAAAB0o/jGRB6R08VN4/s400/P170221_18.31.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S35MMQeXiMI/AAAAAAAAB0w/9-c8MXiM3JE/s400/P170221_19.03.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Work has been much more fulfilling these days. I've learnt to work the bar a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here. Cappuccinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First two attempts were shit but my final one turned out pretty. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I am like really really realllyy exhausted right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I have to wait for my hair to dry so I can go sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stayed up till about 4 am yesterday at C's, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drinking, pokeying, playing rockband, talking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and doing something that has traumatized me for life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it was awfully fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish we could stay longer to talk and stuff though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking of making another video but like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im really tired and busy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suckssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need contact lenses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most random thing happened at work yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this chef guy asked me this, " Why do girls go clubbing and wear so skimpy, is it cos they can be like, 'omg, I'm so sexy, you can see but you can't touch to guys?' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im like.. man, real good question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My opinion on that would be just to flaunt, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, who would wear something hot, and not want to flaunt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wear crazy skimpy outfits but like, I wear whatever I think I look good in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I look good, I feel good, and I have fun, feeling good about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's really important to feel good about yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and no matter how much I tell myself that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't get that into my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I think people around you should always support you for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how fat or stupid you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody's perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I have to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really think I give good advice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just that I don't follow anything I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so retarded,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but yes, I have hardly any mental strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really want rockband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll play nonstoppppppppp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-2005025093812167972?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2005025093812167972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2005025093812167972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2005025093812167972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2005025093812167972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-unintentional-unreliable.html' title='crazy unintentional unreliable'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S35MLtyg07I/AAAAAAAAB0g/PR1AStuzY-w/s72-c/P170221_18.27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4936874096950774904</id><published>2010-02-18T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:35:30.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3wYDA5TiSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/BbXgFDNThBs/s1600-h/P130221_19.27%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3wYDA5TiSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/BbXgFDNThBs/s400/P130221_19.27%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439248890015746338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking my cousin out for chinese new year '10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never felt so much insecurity for such a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like such a loser for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then again, the only reasons why I feel like that is because I am so fucking lonely, it's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have friends and all that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but like, I miss having someone to care about and someone who cares about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not that I don't care about my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you know that feeling u get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't get me wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but there's no one at the moment who is that person for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting just fucking sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish we could like get someone just like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not the prettiest girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or the hottest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or the smartest girl around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead, even though no matter what I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still feel like that fat kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not pretty enough, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesn't dress right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesn't speak right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man. I really wonder who ever feels confident about themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so hard these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how I could feel like I'm good enough the way I am just a few weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess when random people make comments about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it just changes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not that typical girl, that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what's typical?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would be that girl who lives in the bubble after she watches tons of movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wishing she was in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall create my own movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One where the world isn't perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone's path crosses but they do not meet for long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there is actually sadness and disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loads of that shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so people would actually realise that nobody's perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perfect life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone is far from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a drunk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a whore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are lonely and miserable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are lonely and miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finding someone who would make your life easier would just feel so safe again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss that feeling so so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would never stay in one place for too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope this feeling's temporary or you wouldn't see my smile again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-4936874096950774904?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4936874096950774904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4936874096950774904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4936874096950774904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4936874096950774904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3wYDA5TiSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/BbXgFDNThBs/s72-c/P130221_19.27%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-1185335327881094982</id><published>2010-02-16T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:00:01.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>My name is not Rachael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3pAuHOlQRI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/kmhiOppwzqY/s1600-h/IAm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3pAuHOlQRI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/kmhiOppwzqY/s400/IAm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438730660961665298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sat there in silence in at open bar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;listening to yelling, crying, screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched people lit themselves on fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;running around in the mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sat there untouched by the creatures that sat around us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those hoping, smoking, laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally opened my mouth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;letting out, " you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I heard " Marley."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not Rachael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a girl at the bar finding traces of herself that she left behind from the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We do not speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Whiskey"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something he left for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now my poison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sat there watching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your hand filled up the arch of my palm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not feel anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started having a conversation about what the world is made of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beauty, peace, war, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;superficial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What your world was made of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine was him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've got me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found what was left of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My name is not Rachael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am living in the memory of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgotten, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-1185335327881094982?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/1185335327881094982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=1185335327881094982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1185335327881094982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1185335327881094982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-name-is-not-rachael.html' title='My name is not Rachael'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3pAuHOlQRI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/kmhiOppwzqY/s72-c/IAm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-851357503307409432</id><published>2010-02-16T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:05:01.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>fuck you very much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no fucking clue how i've gotten to such an idiot in my life. but I woke up this morning feeling so fucked up it's unbelievable. First of all, let me tell you about my night. getting fucking high, to feeling so fucking sad, to being bailed on twice by the same person, to cutting my hand with my bracelet my accident, of course, to like bleeding like crazy and my hand hurting like fuck the whole damn night, to getting msges, to throwing my phone cos I was so pissed off at it. I still feel like throwing that piece of shit around cos I fucking hate technology and shit like that. So I slept with my hand hurting like fuck cos my bracelet was fucking made of glass and I am still wondering if any pieces of that shit is stuck in my hand. Now it's like fucking swollen. i'm so freaking pissed at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then my morning. Right. I saw something I didn't want to see and think about for a long fucking time and I saw it and I was like wtf. Rachael, I told you to keep off that shit. Like I want to slap myself so hard. I'm so pissed off at myself and everyone around me right now. it's retardedly i dont know how to describe it anymore. I better clean my act up cos my relatives are coming over and stuff like that but I'm so freaking ass pissed off right now. I want to shoot someone over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fucking want to get a piercing so bad also. An eyebrow piercing. Like nevermind. I'm going to be impulsive and get one. I'm still so fucking pissed off right now, it's not funny at all. I want to kill a bunny, and cut up a snail and dissect a freaking deer and like thrash some shit up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't felt so fucked up in such a long time, I think I should make a video of myself being all fucked up and shit. When I watch it again, it'll be so fucking funny, but for now. I have no mood to do anything but like freaking clean up my freaking room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omfg. I am soooooooooooo pissed right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rachaellllllll. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-851357503307409432?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/851357503307409432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=851357503307409432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/851357503307409432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/851357503307409432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-you-very-much.html' title='fuck you very much'/><author><name>rachael</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-24829109.post-6197093355159588347</id><published>2010-02-15T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:13:23.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>oh, we're all falling to pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3i5PsBBC3I/AAAAAAAAB0A/ilgImmMzgB4/s400/z113123070+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3i5P6DeLhI/AAAAAAAAB0I/1SwLO9eYjgY/s400/z117439640+(2).png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3i47FDxJKI/AAAAAAAABz4/11TJ-iXk2js/s400/z110644011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello pieces of cells floating around spaces to form solids who are reading this shit I'm posting up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM BORED OUTTA MY FUCKING MIND. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's just really what I wanted to say since like ... I stopped schooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but really, this shit bored outta my mind shit just got worst cos it's chinese new year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and of course you don't know what I have hardly any relatives here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are all in america, or australia, or canada or malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which just sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, for the malaysia part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people are either too old or they've gone back to like a really far malaysian town which my dad is too lazy to visit, and I don't speak chinese well btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know how much it sucks when people are like, hey, you're malaysian right, and starts speaking chinese to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like omfg. shut up already. I can't speak chinese, and I speak like freaking half english half chinese, hoping they would understand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if people actually spoked malay to me, which thank god no one has tried yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would like, die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does my english sound malaysian to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my fairy friend (YES, I ACCEPTED YOUR FAIRY REQUEST) would say she'll never be friends with me if I spoke like a malaysian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so the last few hours of valentine's day rocked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos steph came over with awesome awesome get high like fuck stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got high, and talked so much shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I really can't remember anything I said yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe a little, like ........... no. nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we called chang just to see his bald head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel so fucking bad for asking him down for like 2 seconds and making him walk all the way down the hill in the middle of the night but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still bored outta my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I think my writer's block is over for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had inspiration for a new video this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yayyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll try to make this one awesomer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, btw, if u cant find my video,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need more money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't survive with my current angpao funds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-6197093355159588347?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6197093355159588347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6197093355159588347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6197093355159588347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6197093355159588347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-were-all-falling-to-pieces.html' title='oh, we&apos;re all falling to pieces'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3i5PsBBC3I/AAAAAAAAB0A/ilgImmMzgB4/s72-c/z113123070+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8366760870116209134</id><published>2010-02-13T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:21:43.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>A gun to your head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3bPgrMmY9I/AAAAAAAABzw/KygiOVoAAGk/s1600-h/z94199355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3bPgrMmY9I/AAAAAAAABzw/KygiOVoAAGk/s400/z94199355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437761760354788306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy valentine's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my vid is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not that great but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had one comment for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-8366760870116209134?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8366760870116209134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8366760870116209134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8366760870116209134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8366760870116209134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/gun-to-your-head.html' title='A gun to your head'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3bPgrMmY9I/AAAAAAAABzw/KygiOVoAAGk/s72-c/z94199355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4669810857842097217</id><published>2010-02-11T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:22:39.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Hello, My name is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3NY4ADHeVI/AAAAAAAABzo/nFgPFietdCo/s1600-h/z113391394+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3NY4ADHeVI/AAAAAAAABzo/nFgPFietdCo/s400/z113391394+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436786894275311954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My name is Rachael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am really clumsy, but at the same time, graceful, or so my chinese name say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like putting myself into awkward situations unconsciously, and letting myself worry over nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am fluent in being really nice and also, bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being over exaggerated sometimes, and telling about my weird encounters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most people who don't know me think I'm the weirdest person on earth because the first things I say to people are always the weirdest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not too good with first impressions but the only reason for that is because I'm really shy when I meet people for the first time, so if I talk shit, you'll understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I write a lot of poetry and scenes for my videos but I make horrible videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love writing, but I wish I were a good actress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's anything I would like to be good at right now, would be stand up comedy because it feels good to have people laugh at you and your jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love narrating my life in my head, but I never out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go out with people who like embarrassing me in public, but I like laughing at their shitty loudness or people who would do stupid things with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tend to be really depressed over things that I seem not to care about, but I really do care about it but I want to seem cool about it. And when I get depressed, I take it out on random people or things and then write about it and listen to hardcore music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That makes me a mood-person, where I listen to genres of music that represents what I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I were cooler though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not such a dork who writes crap in notebooks and knows about hardly anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized, I don't know what I'm good at..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that just sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a lion plushie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ice Queen/ Queen of the penguins, please find one for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-4669810857842097217?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4669810857842097217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4669810857842097217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4669810857842097217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4669810857842097217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-my-name-is.html' title='Hello, My name is'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3NY4ADHeVI/AAAAAAAABzo/nFgPFietdCo/s72-c/z113391394+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2043788982176983253</id><published>2010-02-09T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:03:00.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3FZ4oB9c1I/AAAAAAAABzg/wfKHjrUpgeE/s1600-h/z185378732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3FZ4oB9c1I/AAAAAAAABzg/wfKHjrUpgeE/s400/z185378732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436225054566085458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't go on living like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-2043788982176983253?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2043788982176983253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2043788982176983253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2043788982176983253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2043788982176983253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-go-on-living-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3FZ4oB9c1I/AAAAAAAABzg/wfKHjrUpgeE/s72-c/z185378732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-9120662362446566868</id><published>2010-02-08T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:50:49.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>watch me go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3Av9Ovw9QI/AAAAAAAABzY/aCA3cWKRx5M/s1600-h/m89800208+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3Av9Ovw9QI/AAAAAAAABzY/aCA3cWKRx5M/s400/m89800208+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435897479213151490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because my friend left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first time I watched my friend go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't see her for 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, another goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I will be next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how you have so many emotions at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to burst out crying for that second, and then I want to laugh because I see something really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't cry today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my 1 hour train ride home was an emotional rollercoaster because I thought of so many things, like what would it be like when I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realised that when I was younger, every time my parents tell me that we're moving to canada, I'd be so freaking upset because I know I had a life here. My friends were all here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But since a year ago, I feel that there is nothing left in this country for me, and I should move to some place where no one knows me, and start over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then, that was one year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time, it is different yet the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to leave so bad as much as I want to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I realised that I just made friends, and I just realised how my old friends are the most awesomest people on earth, and how they're all going to stay here and I'm going away. I mean, they are people who give me all the advice I need, talk to me when I'm down, hang out with me when I'm lonely and we have awesome conversations together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know there's always the thing about making new friends and that shit, but hey, nothing beats people that you've known for almost 4 years, or almost your entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was wondering about how bad I'll cry when I leave, who would be there at the airport sending me off, how the whole situation would be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'd hug all my friends and say goodbye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then my family which although can be so annoying, the best family I could ever ask for. I have the most awesome siblings ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The person I would miss the most is my sister though I'm like wayyyy older than her, but still. She knows almost everything about me, and she makes me laugh till I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope I get accepted to canada though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always wanted to go overseas for university cos my dad did that and that's why I want to too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I grow up a bit more, I might stay there, who knows right, but I'd definitely miss this place so much. I'm still thinking really hard about permanently moving and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, the whole train ride had a whole load more thoughts than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much to think about because everyone around me is leaving, going some place, and I don't want to be stuck here either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freaking life changing shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-9120662362446566868?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/9120662362446566868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=9120662362446566868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/9120662362446566868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/9120662362446566868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/watch-me-go.html' title='watch me go'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S3Av9Ovw9QI/AAAAAAAABzY/aCA3cWKRx5M/s72-c/m89800208+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-900019755999071200</id><published>2010-02-07T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:04:11.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>I suffocate myself to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S25UaxGrgmI/AAAAAAAABzQ/iGgU2xuQ6PQ/s1600-h/z154666414.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 57px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S25UaxGrgmI/AAAAAAAABzQ/iGgU2xuQ6PQ/s400/z154666414.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435374619117453922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ice Nine Kills is the bomb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their lyrics are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm bored as hell but I'm not going to do anything about it but watch videos all day, and prolly make one myself too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking recently and I've been thinking of like how I survived a whole year without a guy and stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it's been a year and it felt like fucking 3 centuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so freaking cynical about love cos of past relationships, cosbeingcheatedonlikebyeveryguyI'vedatedislikethemostloserthingeverandIdon't evenknowwhyI'mwritingithere,butwhatthehellright, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soIdon'tthinkIwouldlikeeverfallinlovetilllikeI'm25orsomething. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been like stalking d on youtube and myspace and all that websites and stuff right, and I was thinking about how lucky he was and stuff. I mean, that girl is so cool. She's like 15 and she knows what the hell she wants. I think that is the perfect role model for people, like liking yourself the way you are is the most impossible thing for most people, but I'm getting there. And he's like the most awesome kinda person he is. I like the way he rolls with his principals and stuff that he talks about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watch too much youtube, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I think it's still not enough. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, I need to make awesome videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like, better than my first one which i think was total crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please don't try to find it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'd prolly watch it and laugh at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I've just gotta go practice talking and clean up and start shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then family reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If the video is good, I'd put it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next video's about valentine's day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-900019755999071200?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/900019755999071200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=900019755999071200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/900019755999071200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/900019755999071200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-suffocate-myself-to-sleep.html' title='I suffocate myself to sleep'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S25UaxGrgmI/AAAAAAAABzQ/iGgU2xuQ6PQ/s72-c/z154666414.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-7690796054421291119</id><published>2010-02-06T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:16:03.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>EYEBROW PIERCING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glamcheck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/pierced-eyebrows-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.glamcheck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/pierced-eyebrows-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT AN EYEBROW PIERCING SO FUCKING BADLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just really really want one right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my parents will die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to fucking wait 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT I WANT IT SO BADLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i won't stop whining about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please someone, help me find a solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Covering it with my fringe just wont work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D: &lt;- Megasad face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT ONEEEEEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have blue hair now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall start filming my valentine's day vid soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope it'll be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have so many exams coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not going to learn to drive yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;freaking too lazy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm a slob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at the state of my room. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chinese new year should just be tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and, I really want a lion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lions are the coolest, most awesome animal there is, and following that would be a tie between a cat and a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I move, I'm going to get a kitten and a puppy and they're going to be the bestest of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just be one of the most interesting pet owners there is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cat, dog and a lion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-7690796054421291119?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/7690796054421291119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=7690796054421291119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7690796054421291119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7690796054421291119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/eyebrow-piercing.html' title='EYEBROW PIERCING!'/><author><name>rachael</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-24829109.post-774569410883792119</id><published>2010-02-04T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:24:57.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>But you went anyways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2rgpLwRaRI/AAAAAAAABzI/L4pudUjpghI/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbl7jwsfgQmYAWbTao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2rgpLwRaRI/AAAAAAAABzI/L4pudUjpghI/s400/5r55h4pwbl7jwsfgQmYAWbTao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434402898510440722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love it how I can look at you right now, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and still miss you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I don't care that I do anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found that peace with myself that I haven't gotten in so many months.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You still have traces of me with you and you know it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love to be someone you can't totally erase.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Work sucks ballsssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could go on and on about how much it sucks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it'll be too boring to go through that shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've gotta go clean my table and take out all my math books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;retakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO WORK TMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm stuck with slippers because of the many fucking blisters I've got from wearing heels for such a short time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can never buy comfy heels.. ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but shopping in slippers would always be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel the need to do some shit these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to find something to look forward to again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People, things, whatever it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favourite boys going/gone to army.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll suck if they're uncontactable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If uncontactable really is a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Criminal minds before I sleep tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to freak myself out and even though I'm tired as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I'm hooked on this song: I do and I don't by Ice Nine Kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this like: I can't forget you just knowing that I've met you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-774569410883792119?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/774569410883792119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=774569410883792119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/774569410883792119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/774569410883792119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-you-went-anyways.html' title='But you went anyways'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2rgpLwRaRI/AAAAAAAABzI/L4pudUjpghI/s72-c/5r55h4pwbl7jwsfgQmYAWbTao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3736816828592349525</id><published>2010-02-02T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:47:08.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>Dirty slut bitch cow whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2g5GKMXB6I/AAAAAAAABzA/MAtzeowG90c/s1600-h/smoke_by_nymphadooora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2g5GKMXB6I/AAAAAAAABzA/MAtzeowG90c/s400/smoke_by_nymphadooora.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433655728400697250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wrote you on the palm, on my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Backwards, Sideways, Forward, Front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You stained me with juices so foul on my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran backwards through the mist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hoping time would split,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wishing I could go back and wouldn't exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sidewards, Backwards, Forward, Front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hand is slipping through the cracks of your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lost again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dream, Wandering, Losing, Inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sturdy and firm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to go back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fingertips traced the arch of your bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lips trailed slowly behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turning, Twirling, Skipping, Hopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stay on your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dirty, Slut, Bitch, Cow, Whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3736816828592349525?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3736816828592349525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3736816828592349525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3736816828592349525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3736816828592349525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirty-slut-bitch-cow-whore.html' title='Dirty slut bitch cow whore'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2g5GKMXB6I/AAAAAAAABzA/MAtzeowG90c/s72-c/smoke_by_nymphadooora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-7559320353624741598</id><published>2010-02-02T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:33:15.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writings'/><title type='text'>Dear Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2g2W7Hv2PI/AAAAAAAABy4/1iWebnMecGc/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbn1z7ijoQihIyY7Eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2g2W7Hv2PI/AAAAAAAABy4/1iWebnMecGc/s400/5r55h4pwbn1z7ijoQihIyY7Eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433652717877713138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dearest Ray of Sunshine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I've been in love with you for far too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That time, I thought of me going away from you while watching a music video on MTV, and it made me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you look at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the way you talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The things you do around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll miss that so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, you are one of the few things I want to keep in my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll be that secret I'll keep from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking about you so much since that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll keep that too myself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to let you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always have that thing for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter what, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter where I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-7559320353624741598?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/7559320353624741598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=7559320353624741598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7559320353624741598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7559320353624741598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-ray.html' title='Dear Ray'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2g2W7Hv2PI/AAAAAAAABy4/1iWebnMecGc/s72-c/5r55h4pwbn1z7ijoQihIyY7Eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8304799821938740500</id><published>2010-02-01T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:01:53.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>that was freaking sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2ZtP5dKl5I/AAAAAAAAByw/YD73O4yIOtI/s1600-h/z125415552+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2ZtP5dKl5I/AAAAAAAAByw/YD73O4yIOtI/s400/z125415552+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433150120357697426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today has been a pretty sweet day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i woke up from the most amazing dream ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because it's the dream i've been wanting to dream of for a few years now and i got it and it was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm not going to say what it is here cos it's pretty personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you know me well, then you can ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you don't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then hang there in silence, stranger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;second of all, i've been trying to make a video for the longest amount of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's not working out that well, but i'm making it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so so hard with such lousy technology I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's ok, i'll be good, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;third,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my favourite youtube person just put up a new video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been waiting for that for MONTHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know that's not that long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i've been stalking him like on every page he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i totally look up to this guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fourth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My job interview went alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if I'll get the job,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the dream I had last night just made it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vroooom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goes the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is calling out to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-8304799821938740500?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8304799821938740500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8304799821938740500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8304799821938740500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8304799821938740500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-was-freaking-sweet.html' title='that was freaking sweet'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2ZtP5dKl5I/AAAAAAAAByw/YD73O4yIOtI/s72-c/z125415552+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3153711365659430094</id><published>2010-01-31T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:21:40.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>i like making funny noises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2UPVNYxJiI/AAAAAAAAByo/qQyOb1FwlXs/s1600-h/5r55h4pwblny7lqbL0UYjcrwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2UPVNYxJiI/AAAAAAAAByo/qQyOb1FwlXs/s400/5r55h4pwblny7lqbL0UYjcrwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432765382537586210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is up, people of the land?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel the need to change my blog layout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i feel very lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have a couple of things I have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. clean under my table, so i can throw away stuff, and get my math stuff to study for math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. get my video done by today or tmr. ( I know i keep saying that but i'm so sleepy. :( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. send out my application forms to university&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. practise the piano for my job interview tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. start studying for driving tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man, I'm so tired right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so stupid cos I sleep so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe that's the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yeah, i don't drink coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a problem guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my problem is that I never ever make the first move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ask anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even if its my boyf, i'll never hold your hand first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't say, "HI! MY NAME IS RACHAEL! WHATS YOUR NAME?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe when I was a kid but not now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'm trying to be like that because I think people skills are very important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'm very much kept to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything is stuffed up in this head of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I narrate almost everything in my head when I'm on the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even things that I want to say get stuck there and never gets out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'm trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need that change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm too shy for my own liking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes, I really want to burst out saying things but I just don't dare to, unless I know you well. Ask any of my friends. I'm the crazy talking shit person, just not to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;interview tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm so psyched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;video time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3153711365659430094?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3153711365659430094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3153711365659430094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3153711365659430094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3153711365659430094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-making-funny-noises.html' title='i like making funny noises'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2UPVNYxJiI/AAAAAAAAByo/qQyOb1FwlXs/s72-c/5r55h4pwblny7lqbL0UYjcrwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5187274652118944661</id><published>2010-01-28T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:45:05.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>omg, freaking yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2EUDK1mFhI/AAAAAAAAByg/LaA2ZDC7QBM/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbnziozsimk16VG9no1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2EUDK1mFhI/AAAAAAAAByg/LaA2ZDC7QBM/s400/5r55h4pwbnziozsimk16VG9no1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431644670266840594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in an especially good mood this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. My piano lesson went really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I have a job interview to teach kids which I'm so psyched about. If there's anything I want to do, it'll be teaching kids music. (i think) Kids are the cutest things ever and music is something I love and I would share it. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I don't have work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I'm meeting my friends later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. The weekend is nearrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. American idol and friends tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I'm sending in my application forms today (FINALLY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Oh, another place asked me for my resume to teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. my favourite youtuber replied me (yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I have very nice dark hair (I say dark because I don't know what color it really is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yes, I'll try to update everyday from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I painted my toenails so fucking ugly last night, I can't be bothered to get them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I have to take this sticker thing off my nose now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-5187274652118944661?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5187274652118944661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5187274652118944661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5187274652118944661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5187274652118944661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-freaking-yes.html' title='omg, freaking yes.'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S2EUDK1mFhI/AAAAAAAAByg/LaA2ZDC7QBM/s72-c/5r55h4pwbnziozsimk16VG9no1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3990665033312118274</id><published>2010-01-27T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:03:53.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>hello mr sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dN0LAeuI/AAAAAAAAByY/wtARhy9RGsk/s1600-h/P040121_14.35%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dN0LAeuI/AAAAAAAAByY/wtARhy9RGsk/s400/P040121_14.35%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431232536300780258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what I make my friend do when they are in a yoghurt shop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dNif_eVI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Xd4I3kLIo4w/s1600-h/P040121_14.35%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dNif_eVI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Xd4I3kLIo4w/s400/P040121_14.35%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431232531556956498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where they have to take things themselves ( she is mad at me )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dNfinEoI/AAAAAAAAByI/U6RoauNDcas/s1600-h/P040121_14.35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dNfinEoI/AAAAAAAAByI/U6RoauNDcas/s400/P040121_14.35.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431232530762633858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we just pile the cup up with everything. please stop staring at us. we know how much this yoghurt is worth. more than the money you're getting. ^^ we beat your system. please don't bann us from your shop. it is fun when you stare at us going out of your shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dM80fE8I/AAAAAAAAByA/YryHyXfAt_8/s1600-h/P260121_21.01%5B05%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dM80fE8I/AAAAAAAAByA/YryHyXfAt_8/s400/P260121_21.01%5B05%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431232521442366402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and in this photo, I'm just going to say this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love the shirt that I'm wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wore it to film yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought I shall upgrade my blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where I speak to a camera in my room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you guys can watch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurrahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vlogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my internet life: 948723492342&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my normal healthy talking to people life: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i am tired, hungry, and i need to go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bluhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking rhinos above are stamping again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DON'T YOU HAVE SCHOOL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOESN'T YOUR MOM HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN STAMP AROUND ALL DAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have a problem, upstairs people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now I shall get to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-3990665033312118274?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3990665033312118274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3990665033312118274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3990665033312118274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3990665033312118274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-mr-sunlight.html' title='hello mr sunlight'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1-dN0LAeuI/AAAAAAAAByY/wtARhy9RGsk/s72-c/P040121_14.35%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2019506913612086053</id><published>2010-01-25T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:34:19.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>crossing over to 0 again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1zzllIGU_I/AAAAAAAABx4/nNIOR8rpVWg/s1600-h/leave+me+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1zzllIGU_I/AAAAAAAABx4/nNIOR8rpVWg/s400/leave+me+alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430483077648765938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people should just stop posting that on my wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not like i'll do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't want to click anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like dude...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my internet is slow as fuck now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't ask me to click.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so today's like the first day of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tuesday makes the week better with one tree hill and heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then wednesday, there's american idol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and thursday, there's american idol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then friday, IT'S THE END OF THE DAMN WEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurrah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like my week gets better in the weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ballllssssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just needed to say that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but baallllllssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to make new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I shall do that through the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello internet people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm as much as an internet freak as you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we shall be great friends and stalk each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though we're stalking people with no lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did i burst your bubble?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please don't start trashing your stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't even get to catch friends today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to see monica and chandler be together again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's one of the only relationships that gives me hope, thinking there is still love in this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though really, it's fictional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dammit, i won't be a nun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall leave you for my day working, serving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but before i go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIU MIU IF YOU'RE READING THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAKE THAT PENGUIN HEART AND BE THAT PENGUIN QUEEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOPE ALL GOES WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU SHALL NEVER LEAVE ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-2019506913612086053?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2019506913612086053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2019506913612086053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2019506913612086053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2019506913612086053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/01/crossing-over-to-0-again.html' title='crossing over to 0 again'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1zzllIGU_I/AAAAAAAABx4/nNIOR8rpVWg/s72-c/leave+me+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5499020907332787389</id><published>2010-01-23T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:11:33.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>I'm losing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1qRQfjE-OI/AAAAAAAABxw/qmqGWxYOcoc/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbk5fkne8XXuVlD3Do1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1qRQfjE-OI/AAAAAAAABxw/qmqGWxYOcoc/s400/5r55h4pwbk5fkne8XXuVlD3Do1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429812013281114338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMFG GUYS I'M FREAKING LOSING IT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is my life without miu mius or stephys or like people that make me laugh, or i make them laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HAVENT BEEN FUNNY IN SO LONG I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg. please help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can do so by talking shit to me in any form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;email/facebook/msn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking hell. i've been cooped up in this shit called my house in so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the only time i ever go out is to like go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think i'm going to die really really soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today I'm going out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to hang with bestie and her friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but ARGHHHHHHhHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i better stop screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just feel like im going to die from not laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to top it all off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I NEED TO GO TO CHURCH TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes. thats the promise or whatever you will call it so the folks would let me go to canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall bring my 'bible' to church today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahhahahhahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beat that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are things i realise i cannot live without for more than 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been A FUCKING WEEK GODDAMNIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these things are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having proper conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doing something stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel so miserable without anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please write on my tagboard, people who actually read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am bored outta my skulls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't get out of the house much cos I have no fucking money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for like another 2 fucking weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need very cheap entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont get the wrong idea please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know your dirty little brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the fact that i actually thought of that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no shut up. I'm not as dirty as you that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok. so here's the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm going out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to swear and so stupid things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and laugh my butt off to nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall point in the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and shout, " omg! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when you suckers look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll be like ' MADE YOU LOOK'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-5499020907332787389?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5499020907332787389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5499020907332787389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5499020907332787389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5499020907332787389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-losing-it.html' title='I&apos;m losing it'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1qRQfjE-OI/AAAAAAAABxw/qmqGWxYOcoc/s72-c/5r55h4pwbk5fkne8XXuVlD3Do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-1818373405099942384</id><published>2010-01-21T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:25:33.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>so call the ambulance, i'm going home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1e4J3CSm-I/AAAAAAAABxo/Wtyug5PNjuc/s1600-h/z125415556+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1e4J3CSm-I/AAAAAAAABxo/Wtyug5PNjuc/s400/z125415556+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429010355350313954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh fucking hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been sick for like 5 days now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a fever, been coughing my lungs out (not literally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and stayed at home doing nothing.. which feels really good! for like 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love staying at home doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so tired now and I have to go to work in like 45 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meds just makes life harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been watching so many shows and they remind me so much of high school and I really miss that. I miss hanging out with my friends all the time, running around, being stupid, laughing.. which is my favourite thing to do and just doing things that people who grow up can't do because "look, I'm so mature". Who can scream 'I'm the queen of the penguins" for no reason at all and not caring? or who can roll around on the floor because of sugar highs? or who jumps from locker platforms to platforms and is not being stared at? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, maybe when we do that, people stare, but we're in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no one actually remembers that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you did that on the streets, people would stare and you'd feel so awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still, i miss that so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think everyone needs to do something stupid most of the time, or you'd be so uptight and unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I need to laugh everyday, or i'd die..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which I already am going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my sister saves my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she made me and my brother roll on the floor laughing so bad last night until there were tears streaming down of our faces and our stomachs hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man. I'm going to miss so much in like 5 months or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to do something fun soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TV can only hold you back for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about 2 and a half weeks before I get money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;freaking broke, it's not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't go anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-1818373405099942384?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/1818373405099942384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=1818373405099942384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1818373405099942384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1818373405099942384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-call-ambulance-im-going-home.html' title='so call the ambulance, i&apos;m going home'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1e4J3CSm-I/AAAAAAAABxo/Wtyug5PNjuc/s72-c/z125415556+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-1632808588726033665</id><published>2010-01-18T09:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:40:34.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>hello again bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1O5qBEJM8I/AAAAAAAABxY/Ym0TuN0uFvc/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbozjz5zbFdin83pvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1O5qBEJM8I/AAAAAAAABxY/Ym0TuN0uFvc/s400/5r55h4pwbozjz5zbFdin83pvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427886107403039682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HELLO AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i miss you weloverachael.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cos my other blog is too gay to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;love love love love this blog so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Staying away from you for half a year is tooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So! I have like 3 blogs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm a freaking loser because I spend all my time on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; So it's this blog, my tumblr blog, which is full of nonsense reblogs and stupid sad posts which you shouldn't ever read and my new oneee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is is with my bestest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's going to be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This year started off really screwed up but its slowly getting better (or so I hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, it's university year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and Moving away to one of my favorite places in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(whoooooooooo~ and rachael dances around in circles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm sick today so I'm not going to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And I'm working as a waitress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Which is quite an experience for me because I need to learn some skills from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;restaurant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;businesses. ( i can never spell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;restaurant right, that's why there's the internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I've skipped going out a lot these few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just feel really down cos of my results and everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and the possibility of not going to canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;which I'm so sad about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I'm crossing my fingers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I'm getting the hardcore versions of songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; like what goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; by justin timberlake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and I think it's so awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hardcore shit is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I shall chill and watch crap today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-1632808588726033665?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/1632808588726033665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=1632808588726033665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1632808588726033665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1632808588726033665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-again-bitches.html' title='hello again bitches'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/S1O5qBEJM8I/AAAAAAAABxY/Ym0TuN0uFvc/s72-c/5r55h4pwbozjz5zbFdin83pvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4397557103046303864</id><published>2009-07-14T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:05:39.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>blahhh. Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Slvw8FqDXhI/AAAAAAAABnc/a7KUU2rhat0/s1600-h/97r09c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Slvw8FqDXhI/AAAAAAAABnc/a7KUU2rhat0/s400/97r09c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358141096788712978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwrotethisforyouuu.blogspot.com"&gt;I'm here now. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;byeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-4397557103046303864?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4397557103046303864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4397557103046303864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4397557103046303864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4397557103046303864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/07/blahhh-hello.html' title='blahhh. Hello.'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Slvw8FqDXhI/AAAAAAAABnc/a7KUU2rhat0/s72-c/97r09c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3830795615963015186</id><published>2009-06-24T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:18:14.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SkGMlRV7pBI/AAAAAAAABnU/g_hWjMBhVKw/s1600-h/z93639445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SkGMlRV7pBI/AAAAAAAABnU/g_hWjMBhVKw/s400/z93639445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350712404231300114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah. this blog is like cb shit now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna update here anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have another website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ed westwick is damn hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3830795615963015186?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3830795615963015186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3830795615963015186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3830795615963015186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3830795615963015186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SkGMlRV7pBI/AAAAAAAABnU/g_hWjMBhVKw/s72-c/z93639445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4428551161853585707</id><published>2009-06-21T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:34:14.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>funny shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sj5Ex4DlwUI/AAAAAAAABnE/BLeh7V5liF0/s1600-h/xmPGusQrznhu7vnx2bfsCpZyo1_500.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sj5Ex4DlwUI/AAAAAAAABnE/BLeh7V5liF0/s400/xmPGusQrznhu7vnx2bfsCpZyo1_500.gif.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349789031014449474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sj5ExlQHaMI/AAAAAAAABm8/W3QxXO9IQpw/s400/z155554856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-4428551161853585707?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4428551161853585707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4428551161853585707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4428551161853585707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4428551161853585707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-shit.html' title='funny shit'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sj5Ex4DlwUI/AAAAAAAABnE/BLeh7V5liF0/s72-c/xmPGusQrznhu7vnx2bfsCpZyo1_500.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-332613446785851103</id><published>2009-06-19T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:19:09.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>It's easily broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sjuf0xzLiBI/AAAAAAAABm0/Beywpqb1dM0/s1600-h/pools_of_sorrow_by_Yallume+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sjuf0xzLiBI/AAAAAAAABm0/Beywpqb1dM0/s400/pools_of_sorrow_by_Yallume+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349044711502612498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have obsessions I would get over sooner or later. It's a phase. It'll pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I only sing properly, out loud when I'm alone. No one would hear me properly, ever. Unless you are my brother or sister. I never sang in front of my parents. I actually like singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I don't really like talking to people. I just get very pissed off in the morning when people talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I like to draw and laugh and write, not at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I AM SO FUCKING BORED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-332613446785851103?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/332613446785851103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=332613446785851103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/332613446785851103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/332613446785851103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-easily-broken.html' title='It&apos;s easily broken'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sjuf0xzLiBI/AAAAAAAABm0/Beywpqb1dM0/s72-c/pools_of_sorrow_by_Yallume+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-6878634907830041958</id><published>2009-06-18T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:48:56.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>it's not her you should change your mind about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjoMKfnibKI/AAAAAAAABms/KMf1EY3W1Cw/s1600-h/z60420270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjoMKfnibKI/AAAAAAAABms/KMf1EY3W1Cw/s400/z60420270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348600881881443490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose to be studying now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i am soooo not in the mood to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been studying the last 2 days though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have theory of firm and externalities to cover before im done with micro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god, studying takes forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is only the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tmr, it is econs again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOMEONE, STUDY WITH ME, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or at least give me the motivation to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go for the gig tmr or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HAVENT DECIDED YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that only boils down to one question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I wanna spend 10 bucks?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one more thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone teach me how to change the layout on tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it when I want to use something new,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like xanga, and tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i cant make it look pretty, my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm too lazy to go learn it in every site i google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOMEBODY TEACH ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back to restaurant city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-6878634907830041958?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6878634907830041958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6878634907830041958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6878634907830041958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6878634907830041958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-her-you-should-change-your-mind.html' title='it&apos;s not her you should change your mind about'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjoMKfnibKI/AAAAAAAABms/KMf1EY3W1Cw/s72-c/z60420270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4478012828884110639</id><published>2009-06-17T09:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:24:20.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>seconds on top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been watching too much MTV recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and noticed a few things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjhD0M6LZhI/AAAAAAAABmk/jJtj0LZ3duI/s400/kristen-stewart-ok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like kristen stewart's style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's like awkward hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i like her outfit in the MTV movie awards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's awesomee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She shouldnt go blonde again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dark hair makes her look, well, dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay. new moon is coming out soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh oh. don't you think she and robert pattinson make a good couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjhDz8BbIFI/AAAAAAAABmc/WbLB3NXjPfs/s400/katy-perry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katy perry is hawttttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she can sing damn well, live or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some artist can't sing for shit live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and don't you love katy perry's style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's awesomely pretty retro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her videos are goood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking of you is so freaking ass sad, and guy in kyle xy is inside. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remix version of waking up in vegas video is awesome too. Guy in the hottie and the nottie is inside. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i actually did work yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like topic by topic revision for math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that took like what, 6 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i have 3 chapters left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, it's math and econs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or world lit and math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or math and MI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't decide yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ughhh. i lost my phone charger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my phone is dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-4478012828884110639?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4478012828884110639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4478012828884110639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4478012828884110639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4478012828884110639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/seconds-on-top.html' title='seconds on top'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjhD0M6LZhI/AAAAAAAABmk/jJtj0LZ3duI/s72-c/kristen-stewart-ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-7223857775010670775</id><published>2009-06-16T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:37:48.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>5 mins and 20 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjcSaWSZVJI/AAAAAAAABmE/ffZRqDhWAlM/s1600-h/2uegtu8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjcSaWSZVJI/AAAAAAAABmE/ffZRqDhWAlM/s400/2uegtu8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347763326394389650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went out to the lib with tessa and andy yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tessa was so pissed at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos i was sick and kept saying i couldnt go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she doesnt want to go out with me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos im like all. omg. that has so many calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that has transfat. blahblahblah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am going to lose the next 5 kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and get my piercing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to start on work now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-7223857775010670775?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/7223857775010670775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=7223857775010670775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7223857775010670775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7223857775010670775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-mins-and-20-seconds.html' title='5 mins and 20 seconds'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjcSaWSZVJI/AAAAAAAABmE/ffZRqDhWAlM/s72-c/2uegtu8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-7427891596663563478</id><published>2009-06-15T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:40:41.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>since i've been gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjZGVevqQnI/AAAAAAAABl8/3pLNiSu_Ec8/s1600-h/156crki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjZGVevqQnI/AAAAAAAABl8/3pLNiSu_Ec8/s400/156crki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538942393205362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Your ex is on the side of the road, on fire. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep yelling, "STOP, DROP AND ROLL! YOU DUMBSHIT. STOP RUNNING AROUND!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.Your best friend tells you she's pregnant. What is your reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omgomgomg. how-why-how-how-what-why-how... cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like. today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Congratulations! You just had a son. What's his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liam, or Trey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Congratulations! You just had a daughter. What's her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chocolate.. hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. What was the last thing you cried about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH! Korean show! They are so sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. When you buy something and your change is a penny, do you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever i feel like, GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. What color is your tissue box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Is there a ceiling fan in your room &amp;amp; if so does it have dust on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No ceiling fan. Ceiling fans piss me off. They are so annoying. They keep going round and round and round and it makes me all giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. What is the last voice mail you received about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have voicemail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. Scariest thing you've experienced in the last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hm. My first 360 rollercoaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13.Have you ever had a garage sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. What is the last beverage you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever you know, I feel numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17. Do you drink energy drinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. Have your brothers or sisters ever told you that you were adopted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope! My sister and I don't look anything alike but, *shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. Dark or light jeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20. What was the last movie you watched at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha was on TV last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21. What is in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have pockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last day of september.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26.What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turn on the aircon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;27. Who was the last person you went shopping with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tessaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28. What about your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;29. Do you have the same name as one of your relatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope! That would be so weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30. Do you like pickles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;31. Is someone in love with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heh. Ask that person yourself. (I don't even know who the person is though.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;32. What color is your couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;33. Has anyone ever mistaken you for a family member?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;huh. no. but anyone mistaken me with another family member, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;34. Does someone like you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess so. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;35. Do you know anyone in jail/prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;36. Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;37. How many hours did you sleep for last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like.. 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;38. Do you swear at your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once. That was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurr. If I had that power, I would be cooler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40. What is the last thing you spent money on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bus fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;41. Name one thing no one can ever change your mind about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My gender status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;42. What is the last thing you ate that had onions in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, the burger, or something, or the indian beef fries thing andy stuffed in my mouth. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;43. Crunchy or Puffy Cheetos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;44. Have you ever blocked someone from facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope. Don't think so. Unless they were all weird gross horny stalkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;45. Who was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never met those kinda guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;46. Do you wear a name tag at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my previous school, yeah. AND THEY HAD TO PUT MY CHINESE NAME. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;47. What color is your iPod?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;48. What is your favorite key chain on your keys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No keychains. Keychains are weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;49. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping dudeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50. If the last person you kissed said that you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurrr. Who was the last person I kissed? errrrrrr. If he told me now, I wouldn't believe. I'd be like what the fuck? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;51. Do you believe that any of your ex's think about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah. exes think of only 2 things. How to get together with you, and how to break up with you. After the break up, ...........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;52. Would you date someone 8 years older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If he were hot and successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;53. What were you doing at 1am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping! God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;54. Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll be a drunken/truth or dare kiss. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;55. Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, No, Maybe. I don't know. I can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;56. Do you know a secret about your ex and if he/she pisses you off will you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;57. What's with you and the last person you kissed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;huh. Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;58. Have you ever had your heart broken? If so how many times? How did it feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2wice. It sucked. but whatever, I'll get over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;59. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around 0830 or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;60. What's on your bed right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pillows and bear and lions. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;61. Are you someone who worries too often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;62. Do you like to cuddle/snuggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;64. What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blackish redish purplish black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;65. Honestly, if you could go back 1 month and change something would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. Study harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;66. Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. My friends I haven't seen in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;67. Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;68. Are you wasting your time on someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not dating or finding. Whatever. They find me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;69. Are you excited about anything today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. I was. First time i'm out in A-G-E-S-S-S-S-S--S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;70. On average, when do you cry the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i watch korean movies/dramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;71. What does the newest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;73. Who are 5 people your last texts are from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad, Tessa, Aditya, Piano teacher &amp;amp; Steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;74. Do you currently have a hickey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;75. Last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad! You asked that already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;76. Miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, sadly. I'm not suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;77. Have you ever skipped class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;errrr. Skipped a whole day of school to skip class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;78. What's the longest you've ever talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like 5 hours or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;79. How many people are you texting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now? No one. I'm too lazy to text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;80. Do you have a friend you can tell stuff to and you're sure they won't tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeap! I have more than A friend that i can tell stuff to and won't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;81. Where was the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peninsular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;82. Let's be honest, have you ever been played by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;83. Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;84. Who is the last person that called you and what did they say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom asking me whether i'd be home for dinner. lolsss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;85. Do you trust all your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86. Do you know anyone that smokes pot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;87. Are you usually wide awake in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;88. If you could change your eye color what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;89. Do you dance in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heh. When i'm retardedly high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;90. Do you always answer your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope! Only when I'm outtttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;91. Would you like to be in a relationship right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Er. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;92. Who's hoodie did you wear last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;93. Do you sleep on your tummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;94. Is love really a beautiful thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it were less ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;95. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ER. NO, YES, WHATEVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you just asked me that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;96. Are you in a good mood right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in an OMG-THE-WEATHER-SUCKS-SO-BAD mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;97. Is there a guy/girl that knows everything or mostly everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;98. Do you think your last ex will eventually want to be with you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurr. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;99. Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IB is muh boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100. How many people on your top friends have you slept in the same bed with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top friends. Like I don't know. What top friends??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;101. Have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. No shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;102. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister playing the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;103. Is there a difference between the word 'best friend' and 'friend'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. A best friend is someone you trust and tell everything to. A friend, you may not trust and tell everything to, and a friend may not be there all the time. But a best friend is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;104. When is the last time someone of the opposite sex gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like. I forgot. Before school ended?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;105. Can you touch your toes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;106. Do you have any interesting tattoos/piercings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to have. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;107. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god. I was sleeping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;108. What's your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autumn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;109. Last thing you ate/drank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner and barley and water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;110. How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;111. Needles aren't so horrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're not horrible at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;112. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;113. Have you ever made out in a bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;115. What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;116. Are you scared of spiders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;117. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope. Unless it is time to study more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;118. Ever been swimming in a lake or river?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe. I can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;119. Last person you drove with in a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;120. Who should start the kiss, the girl or the guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both. 50/50. But I'm damn lazy, so the guy. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;121. What did you last buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skinnies.. apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;122. What’s irritating you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;123. What radio station(s) do you listen to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Radio stations? That's so 2005. lolsss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;124. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;125. Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister's piano playing "music".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;126. Is there anyone you wish was still in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;127. Do you get distracted easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;128. Was this the best year of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No way. I was better when i was a 15/16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;129. Who are your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belinda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;130. What was going through your mind during your last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Errr... I really cannot remember. How long ago is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;131. Is it easier to forgive or forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;132. Do you flirt a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;133. Would you live with someone without marrying them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;134. Have you ever had a dream about people you love dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, and holy shit. I cried so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;135. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. When i was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;136. Who was the last person that made you feel safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;137. Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;138. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;139. Do you believe that you are a good boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hm. I'm loyal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;140. What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeep and eat and watch TV and go online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;141. What time did you go to bed at and when did you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12 and 0830. Gawd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;142. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't know about that one. In dating, there is one rule i follow, that is if the relationship doesnt work out, and we break up, it wasnt meant to be. Therefore, no second chances. The second chance would be a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;143. Believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;144. What phrase or saying do you use the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No ah, walao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;145. What is stopping you from confessing to your crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have a crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-7427891596663563478?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/7427891596663563478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=7427891596663563478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7427891596663563478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/7427891596663563478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-ive-been-gone.html' title='since i&apos;ve been gone'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjZGVevqQnI/AAAAAAAABl8/3pLNiSu_Ec8/s72-c/156crki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-9025089046100424061</id><published>2009-06-14T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:54:04.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>not cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjT_tb0x2MI/AAAAAAAABls/ZbVp0SzCCms/s1600-h/z111598683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjT_tb0x2MI/AAAAAAAABls/ZbVp0SzCCms/s400/z111598683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347179813623945410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quizzes like to tell me i'm an emo. &lt;div&gt;I'm not emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, it said i'm indian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, it said i'm a minah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that makes me an indian emo minah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf is that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-9025089046100424061?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/9025089046100424061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=9025089046100424061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/9025089046100424061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/9025089046100424061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-cool.html' title='not cool'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjT_tb0x2MI/AAAAAAAABls/ZbVp0SzCCms/s72-c/z111598683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5804804680782235034</id><published>2009-06-14T15:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:41:53.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>stoned out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjSmsmP_h5I/AAAAAAAABlk/l_XuTyfpe30/s1600-h/2gsh94g.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 243px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjSmsmP_h5I/AAAAAAAABlk/l_XuTyfpe30/s400/2gsh94g.jpg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347081942707701650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stoned out days like today are great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got to watch CSI, friends and my wife and kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Howie do it is a stupid show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll rate it 1/5.. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So i did three things today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. watch ants drown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. watch stuff boil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. tried doing WL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the third one kinda failed. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the ants in my house are fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;leave a cup of something on the coffee table,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 mins later, you've got an mob running through your hands while you rush them to the sink. then you leave them in a pot of water, but no, the cup does not fill. they are trapped. so you slowly drown them. one of them tried to swim out, but it couldnt leave the bit of food it got. ah well. too bad buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stoning and watching stuff boil.. hm. its just fun to keep adjusting the fire to see what happens. fire is always fun. heh. one day, lets go burn stuff. whooooooooooo. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am bored and i need to get inspiration from medea to write about her. i like medea. but she really needs to give me ideas. i can't write anything good. gah. but her killer dress is cooool. then again, fiery dresses are really cool. cos there's fire. meh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i need to get better and lose weight all at the same time. no lunch for me.. ever. yay. except today. and after 5. 5 is dinner, but i'll be hungry again at 9. then i'll go to sleep hungry. and then i wake up hungry. and then im full after breakfast, then im hungry at 5. 2 meals a day is good. that's how you lose weight. don't eat. exercise is not for lazy people like me. unless people ask me to go play tennis. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i shall start on music tmr. i need someone to do math and physics with me. WHERE'S THE STUDY BUDDIES? stepsssss. we shall study at coffee bean soon. hahaha. im bored. playing like 100++ rounds of solitaire does not really help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Hi. I'm pretty. What's your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/24829109-5804804680782235034?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5804804680782235034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5804804680782235034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5804804680782235034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5804804680782235034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/stoned-out.html' title='stoned out'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjSmsmP_h5I/AAAAAAAABlk/l_XuTyfpe30/s72-c/2gsh94g.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-2988104453947853802</id><published>2009-06-13T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:05:34.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>im better, not much better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjOerSNmqeI/AAAAAAAABlU/HHgNJWpvVns/s1600-h/DSCF9754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjOerSNmqeI/AAAAAAAABlU/HHgNJWpvVns/s400/DSCF9754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346791649079372258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god, i've been nowhere in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im stuck at home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;head spinning, medicatedly high, bobbingmy head up and down to cure the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dorwning more pills into the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't find my chapstick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tissue flooded table + floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im contagious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to start on work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not in this state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to make matters better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been losing 1kg a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it's swine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stuck, stuck, stuck, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in this room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lalalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my brother keeps going 'what is wrong with you?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i do the randomest things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like smacking him for no reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he laughs at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then i laugh at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this goes on for 5 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then i'll do something stupid, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and laugh at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drugs are not good, folks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;panadol + robintussin + god knows what herbs she gives me+ panadol cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM BORED OUTTA MY SKULLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh. i tried watching medea online today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god. 1960s movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it sucked so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it didnt even follow the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people took like 2 mins to walk down the freaking stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had to fast forward so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it should be called 'italian speaking middle easterns climbing stairs' or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i have to read the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not that i havent read it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just dont want to re read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i should keep this flu up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till i reach ideal weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 more days to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whoooooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why is it that our mood depends on whether the ones we love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it never makes sense does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-2988104453947853802?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/2988104453947853802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=2988104453947853802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2988104453947853802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/2988104453947853802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-better-not-much-better.html' title='im better, not much better.'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjOerSNmqeI/AAAAAAAABlU/HHgNJWpvVns/s72-c/DSCF9754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5282269976395955985</id><published>2009-06-11T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:54:28.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>this is so blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjB_EWUXjsI/AAAAAAAABlM/NeuAl2bavzs/s1600-h/z56808847.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjB_EWUXjsI/AAAAAAAABlM/NeuAl2bavzs/s400/z56808847.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345912470375993026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the next 48 hours consists of..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drinking weird herbal tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;downing loads of pills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the heap of used tissue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;staring at this screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faces like this: XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after the teas, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mountain of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hardly any food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the cure to my dizziness from the plane ride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and losing the weight i gained from the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps. i'll blog about the trip when im better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pps. i need to get better real soon.. I NEED TO DO WORK AND I WANNA GO OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe cigarettes would do the trick for this flu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;X.X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-5282269976395955985?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5282269976395955985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5282269976395955985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5282269976395955985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5282269976395955985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-so-blah.html' title='this is so blah'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SjB_EWUXjsI/AAAAAAAABlM/NeuAl2bavzs/s72-c/z56808847.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3443076957493842847</id><published>2009-06-10T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:08:45.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>One of a kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Si--Reum7UI/AAAAAAAABlE/UGd8w3Xv4XM/s1600-h/pic_f_26673%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Si--Reum7UI/AAAAAAAABlE/UGd8w3Xv4XM/s400/pic_f_26673%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345700490227674434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i slept 5 hours in the last 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3443076957493842847?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3443076957493842847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3443076957493842847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3443076957493842847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3443076957493842847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-of-kind.html' title='One of a kind'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Si--Reum7UI/AAAAAAAABlE/UGd8w3Xv4XM/s72-c/pic_f_26673%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8877401361064034280</id><published>2009-06-07T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:03:21.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only if you listen</title><content type='html'>Hey you. I'm in Taiwan now. And I'm so boredddd. Blogging is the only thing that's saving me from dying cos I haven't shopped in god knows how long. So now you know how bored I am on this trip. To summarize what I've been doing so far, I'm was in Taipei half a day. Spent 2 days in the mountains, and one day in the city and today in the theme park. I'm sorry if I got the day timings all wrong. I can't keep track of anythin now. But I've been thinking a lot on bus trips abt the hinge o shouldn't care much about. I've found out something I wanna do in college and tommy keeps dying. He's a useful friend. :D so today, I went on the first 4 loops 360 ride and got damn giddy. It was good though. Watched trannies dance to nobody by the wonder girls. And watched fireworks, and had too much icecream. Tmr, it's shopping day. FINALLY!! Post up pictures when I'm back. I miss you guys! Btw, blogging on an iPod sucks. Gah. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-8877401361064034280?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8877401361064034280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8877401361064034280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8877401361064034280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8877401361064034280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-if-you-listen.html' title='Only if you listen'/><author><name>rachael</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-24829109.post-6816453250565124279</id><published>2009-06-03T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:00:10.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>darling, only a fool couldn't see through you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiaXXezcLnI/AAAAAAAABk0/RuhXpuh6-uE/s400/z99265164.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiaYtySdFBI/AAAAAAAABk8/djDETOMoIkQ/s400/z127572929.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it wasn't unproductive today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i went to school to do up my cas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had piano lesson, where she keep asking me what my problem is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had physics tuition where he told me that he had to go to uni and cant teach us anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and played tennis with the boys, one of the most retarded tennis sessions ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and gossip timeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heh. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my hair is wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would not go to bed with wet hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos it'll get all gross and smelly and odd shapey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm leaving tmr folkssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 days of nothing but shopping and eating and shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i come back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's goodbye holidays and hello prelims &amp;amp; course work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm such a procrastinator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'LL MISS YOU GUYSSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eh stepsssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;email me if anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're such stalkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-6816453250565124279?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/6816453250565124279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=6816453250565124279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6816453250565124279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/6816453250565124279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/darling-only-fool-couldnt-see-through.html' title='darling, only a fool couldn&apos;t see through you'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiaXXezcLnI/AAAAAAAABk0/RuhXpuh6-uE/s72-c/z99265164.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-894469601667683676</id><published>2009-06-01T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:56:51.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Headlines lead out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiPcawUBWsI/AAAAAAAABks/wFy6enCEi3U/s1600-h/z141627258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiPcawUBWsI/AAAAAAAABks/wFy6enCEi3U/s400/z141627258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342355935195126466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first day of the hols, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i cleaned my room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tessaa! you can come over now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you won't be complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unless i mess it up again, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need a plan for the 3 weeks i'll be studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these 2 weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finish up all the coursework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mean MI, TOK, World Lit 2 &amp;amp; econs commentary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 weeks is left for studying my ass off for prelims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate coursework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im hungry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what's wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school tmr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;means handing up cas forms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i spent the whole day doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god. the holidays do not feel like the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i neeed a real break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where u can do nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and feel fine about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos you really have nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really want to practise the violin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i spent the whole day watching south park, on facebook, online, and painting my nails, and cleaning my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall start on work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;typing here is something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmmmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im not watching korean dramas non stop anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cant be bothered to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-894469601667683676?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/894469601667683676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=894469601667683676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/894469601667683676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/894469601667683676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/headlines-lead-out.html' title='Headlines lead out'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiPcawUBWsI/AAAAAAAABks/wFy6enCEi3U/s72-c/z141627258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5206874290832337224</id><published>2009-06-01T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:10.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>if you run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiN8O05QkOI/AAAAAAAABkk/jtbHTu5Qpqw/s1600-h/z112773710.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiN8O05QkOI/AAAAAAAABkk/jtbHTu5Qpqw/s400/z112773710.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342250177150357730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll lose tina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and get a piercing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then since i can't exercise or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll just stress myself out until i won't eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;therefore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wont spend money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i can get more studs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and still look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by stressing myself out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll be studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;therefore, good ib grades.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mission accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-5206874290832337224?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5206874290832337224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5206874290832337224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5206874290832337224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5206874290832337224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-run.html' title='if you run'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiN8O05QkOI/AAAAAAAABkk/jtbHTu5Qpqw/s72-c/z112773710.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-5026565577813361695</id><published>2009-06-01T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:00:48.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>how dirty boys get cleaned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiK1LHMj56I/AAAAAAAABkc/bL_5IloewwY/s1600-h/z144277392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiK1LHMj56I/AAAAAAAABkc/bL_5IloewwY/s400/z144277392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342031310529750946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i went with steps to town to fix my pod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this were the following that happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. i was going up the steps with steph and in between us, there was a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was behind the guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i was like 'eh steps!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the guy in front of me was like ' i know right. these steps are so annoying.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im like 'mmhmm...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(bursts out laughing after he walked away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. i saw mohawk girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heeeeeee x347293842340239840294234&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. we went people watching outside cine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and was all like 'omg. if my boyf had a tattoo like that, i'd dump him' (on some guy with a girl tattoo on his calf... it's damn ugly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'hahahha. steph. imagine your boyf dressing like that' ( on some chubby guy wearing a sleeveless hoodie shirt.. fucking disgusting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'omg. she looks so fat.. eh wait. she's pregnant.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think my korean drama craze is dying down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos i can do whatever i want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not worrying about assignments due tmr,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or ee or tok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or practicals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or whatever there is on a school day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i can sleep whenever i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;list of things to do for the hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. world lit 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. MI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. redo TOK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Redo econs commentaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. study &amp;amp; revise all 5 subs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. practise the piano and violin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. lose weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 more days and im outta this country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-5026565577813361695?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/5026565577813361695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=5026565577813361695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5026565577813361695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/5026565577813361695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-dirty-boys-get-cleaned.html' title='how dirty boys get cleaned'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiK1LHMj56I/AAAAAAAABkc/bL_5IloewwY/s72-c/z144277392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-52819254173845262</id><published>2009-05-30T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:53:32.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>I'm not here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiE424NTU2I/AAAAAAAABkU/JboHL9osIwI/s1600-h/2946_75301020138_543260138_1598730_8120837_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiE424NTU2I/AAAAAAAABkU/JboHL9osIwI/s400/2946_75301020138_543260138_1598730_8120837_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341613148490388322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this shall be my new fb profile pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took quizzes on fb today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and apparently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm relationshipphobic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's why i'm still single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lolszsxzsxxzsxzs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fact of the matter is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i have a boy i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wont go for any other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just havent found that boy.. yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watched i am sam today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im half way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;min ho is freaking cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll stay home more korean stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry for ditching you miuuuuuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still feel very sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though the hols just started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall go watch taken now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mafiasssssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mafias are cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im sleepyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who wants to go with me to fix my ipodddd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-52819254173845262?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/52819254173845262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=52819254173845262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/52819254173845262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/52819254173845262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-here.html' title='I&apos;m not here'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/SiE424NTU2I/AAAAAAAABkU/JboHL9osIwI/s72-c/2946_75301020138_543260138_1598730_8120837_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-1382217183515519075</id><published>2009-05-28T08:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:52:43.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>I WANT NOBODY NOBODY BUT YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sh3bXMLf7RI/AAAAAAAABkM/HJ5hrO4uE04/s1600-h/tonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sh3bXMLf7RI/AAAAAAAABkM/HJ5hrO4uE04/s400/tonight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340665924584205586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not like other boys don't want me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i want you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-1382217183515519075?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/1382217183515519075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=1382217183515519075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1382217183515519075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/1382217183515519075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-blah.html' title='I WANT NOBODY NOBODY BUT YOU'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sh3bXMLf7RI/AAAAAAAABkM/HJ5hrO4uE04/s72-c/tonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-4280620119681812400</id><published>2009-05-28T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:42:02.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>bastard's waltz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sh1rhTkxuNI/AAAAAAAABkE/RlO_u0Ha0YY/s1600-h/z88935829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sh1rhTkxuNI/AAAAAAAABkE/RlO_u0Ha0YY/s400/z88935829.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340542953065658578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have to blog tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the person i've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honestly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know im a stronger person than i was back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am able to suck it up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and pick myself up when someone hits me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i'm able to do that again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people should stop hitting me already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos it sucks to get beaten up all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but somehow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like feeling like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish things were better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish i chose the right people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wouldnt be where i am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i wouldnt change anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos the people i loved are the people i still love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a different way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like looking at the brighter side of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't think being stuck in some rut would help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'm going to pull myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till i find the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a genie what would grant my wished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos what i am right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is so stagnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm working on my emotional state so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so drained and so burnt out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one more day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this would be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know what's my next move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't touch me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm annoyed and tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let me lay down and rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't want to be all fragile and boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would be stronger soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-4280620119681812400?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/4280620119681812400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=4280620119681812400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4280620119681812400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/4280620119681812400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/05/bastards-waltz.html' title='bastard&apos;s waltz'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Sh1rhTkxuNI/AAAAAAAABkE/RlO_u0Ha0YY/s72-c/z88935829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-3368196300758847180</id><published>2009-05-27T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:02:35.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/ShyQHe45t7I/AAAAAAAABj8/SMqHtekuZkM/s1600-h/z87951092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 42px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/ShyQHe45t7I/AAAAAAAABj8/SMqHtekuZkM/s400/z87951092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340301716379776946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever woke up in the morning and thought: damn. I'm beautiful and today is a beautiful day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then you wash up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change into your best clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do your make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it turns out perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you meet your friends and they're all happy to see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they bring you to your favourite places and do your favourite things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you end the day thinking about how much you're loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the next day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you do it all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think everyone is trying to reach that stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sadly. this day only happens once a year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos some people have something called the IB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lalalallaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did i just make you say, 'haha. my life sucks.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-3368196300758847180?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/3368196300758847180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=3368196300758847180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3368196300758847180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/3368196300758847180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-day.html' title='beautiful day'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/ShyQHe45t7I/AAAAAAAABj8/SMqHtekuZkM/s72-c/z87951092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8443850272465944249</id><published>2009-05-26T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:38:25.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>Hello there, the angel from my nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Shvp1YKiI1I/AAAAAAAABj0/-ObNu973nmo/s1600-h/z101963268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Shvp1YKiI1I/AAAAAAAABj0/-ObNu973nmo/s400/z101963268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340118886406824786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachael Tay :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's sorry about everything that happened these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not that she doesn't like you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's cos she don't want to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so she's sorry she said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you've heard her story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What i want right now is the holidays to start. Two more days of school, and I'm not done with my pracs and essays and whatnots. I think I'm going to school late again tmr. I feel like crap because my throat feels funny and I'm getting really weird bites from god knows what insects I rear in my room. Tmr, it's top girls with the girls. Thursday is skipping, with the girls. Friday is strings. I think I'm going to Taiwan next week. That's quite fast. Cos my parents just planned it today. That means shopping. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so asian now. I realised my asian ways recently. I figured that since I'm asian, I should get be happy that I'm asian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I have started with my OMG!koreandrama!!-ness recently, as you would have noticed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I realised I'm such a rice bin. and i don't know how i'm going to survive overseas without my mom's cooking (even though she makes us eat salad for dinner every night but I simply refuse to, cos like i said. I'm a rice bin.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 3. I only go for asian guys. yes that. Now, it's korean boys. (heeee. kim bum) I am determined to date all the chinese asian nationalities before i get married. hahahaha. maybe. University would be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I actually know where places are on the map. Though i'm not as good as brent, I do know where the more prominent countries are located in the map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I am good at math.. which is weird. makes me such a nerd but whatever you know. mathhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright i shall start a list because i am a procrastinator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today's list would be simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 50 things i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. walks in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. korean music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. mohawk girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. kim bum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. tank tops and jeans worn together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. pills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. chivas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. dark colored nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. checkered anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. surprises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. showing up or doing something for me out of the ordinary. ( like esther. &lt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. korean everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. reading whatever i have written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. going out with my girlfs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. going out with the boys i'm comfortable around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17. sheesha and cigarettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. chinese new year sugar candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20. nice hip bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21. nice eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22. piercings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;23. the messy look i have when i just wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;24. sleepovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25. indian bangles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26. moschino love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;27. tommy when he plays songs according to my mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28. crying to korean movies alone in my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;29. being alone on weekends, esp. sundays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30. talking shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;31. people speaking korean in front of me ( i don't know why i get freaking excited)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;32. gigs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;33. good lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;34. EYELINER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;35. my pen tattoos.. I'M WORKING ON IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;36. spongebob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;37. cheap crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;38. super thrift shopping : this includes online shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;39. shopping in general&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40. sharon's face when i make her shoot 1,2,3,4,5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;41. esther when she does something retarded and i act like i don't know her but i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;42. nice smelling anything. it's more of an attraction. (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;43. the feeling of being skinny (working on it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;44. creating random objects when i'm suppose to do homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;45. gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;46. sitting on my ass watching movies on this comp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;47. spending the whole day reading a good mystery book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;48. skull printed anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;49. high socks; those that reaches your knee. ( but i'll never wear those)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50. squealing at gay tv shoes; mostly korean and taiwanese teenage drama crap. i know it's retarded but i like watching and squealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck assignments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/24829109-8443850272465944249?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/8443850272465944249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=8443850272465944249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8443850272465944249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/8443850272465944249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-there-angel-from-my-nightmare.html' title='Hello there, the angel from my nightmare.'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Shvp1YKiI1I/AAAAAAAABj0/-ObNu973nmo/s72-c/z101963268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-758850745134930983</id><published>2009-05-26T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:00:23.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>cos you disappeared all of a sudden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/ShtaP7BtFlI/AAAAAAAABjk/aUt9wdgDED0/s1600-h/z100979080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/ShtaP7BtFlI/AAAAAAAABjk/aUt9wdgDED0/s400/z100979080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339961012767233618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i woke up at 8.15 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i felt disgusting and irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a weird feeling when your body tells you you're going to be ill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i drowned myself in water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cannot take any pills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos there's no pills that can cure what i'm feeling now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know what i'll be sick with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's just an annoying feeling for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm getting the weirdest bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and weird internal blood vessels bursting beneath my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my head was spliting yesterday and i took M&amp;amp;M pills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it's dehydration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or the bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thunder in the middle of a hot sunny day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it never seems to get better does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohh, of to school now folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my body says no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i need the revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ugh. my head again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurts when u think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 more days of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll be over temporarily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-758850745134930983?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/758850745134930983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=758850745134930983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/758850745134930983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/758850745134930983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/05/cos-you-disappeared-all-of-sudden.html' title='cos you disappeared all of a sudden'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/ShtaP7BtFlI/AAAAAAAABjk/aUt9wdgDED0/s72-c/z100979080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-9096448034007162986</id><published>2009-05-25T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:43:04.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>M&amp;M pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Shqe_-SxTnI/AAAAAAAABjc/7KtbT8K2Ks8/s1600-h/z68408909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Shqe_-SxTnI/AAAAAAAABjc/7KtbT8K2Ks8/s400/z68408909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339755130091818610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;korean movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they make me cry like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it feels so good to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think i'll cry myself to sleep tonight or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tmr, i'll feel better, i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watched my girl and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another fall in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get leukemia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's about 3 teardrops worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sister asked me why i was crying when she came into the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im like. she's dying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow. gees. i sound gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but heeee. korean movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had a headache today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;felt like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i have to finish my physics pracs and TOK essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same old as last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;geees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i should stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'll start watching I am sam or mackerel run..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll be the start of my hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awesomesssssssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24829109-9096448034007162986?l=weloverachael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/feeds/9096448034007162986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24829109&amp;postID=9096448034007162986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/9096448034007162986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24829109/posts/default/9096448034007162986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloverachael.blogspot.com/2009/05/m-pills.html' title='M&amp;M pills'/><author><name>rachael</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/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Shqe_-SxTnI/AAAAAAAABjc/7KtbT8K2Ks8/s72-c/z68408909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24829109.post-8943801056435035261</id><published>2009-05-24T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:37:39.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>you'll never know, cos you'd never asked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Shlnr5D-04I/AAAAAAAABjU/e__SULVNqGw/s1600-h/KimBum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UIQ3JVGHoM/Shlnr5D-04I/AAAAAAAABjU/e__SULVNqGw/s400/KimBum2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339412836973990786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this boy's the only one for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHARON, EAT THAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go get jun pyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KIM BUM IS MINEEEEEEEE. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my faithful readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( i really don't know who reads my blog other than sharon and esther and steps.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, i'll blog again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos im bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i just came back from shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shopping is another thing i really like, other than crying, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shopping is therapeutic especially when someone else is paying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, this can 
