tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30911633260824435572024-03-13T09:16:17.602+08:00When I look at you, my mind goes on a trip.Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-37819998243799402452011-03-07T23:28:00.000+08:002011-03-07T23:28:36.290+08:001 Year, 11 months.<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is the day that marks our </div><div style="text-align: center;">1 year and 11 months.</div><div style="text-align: center;">23 months.</div><div style="text-align: center;">713 days.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-1371542081602139302011-02-20T03:37:00.000+08:002011-02-20T03:37:46.741+08:00Pre Birthday and Epic MomentsOkay so here it goes, my baby's birthday is tomorrow, and I am like doing things last minute as usual. Well, I met Nina, Fafa and Haru (I think that is how his name is spelled), and we practiced our songs, and I am getting into the groove of it.. We went to City Hall's Underground, but there was zeero internet connection, and we didn't have lyrics so we couldn't exactly practiced, so we went to the Memorial Park, and after 1 song it started raining.. Irritating right??!! Then we went inside this place, you know City Hall when you go HMV? Then there is this glass stairs leading up? Well, if you followed the music, we were practicing up there, and it was so echo-y and people were like, where is the beautiful singing and music coming from. hahahaa!<br />
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So right... It was fuckinggg hott!!!! Like really!!! Fucking Hott!!!!! I sing my song halfway I sweat already!!! So we went back to the underground and there were like alott of people, but we didn't give a shit lah.. Finished practicing, we went to Somerset cause I needed to go to Cineleisure to get Baby's Pressie!! Sooo... We went to Somerset, Me, Nina, Fafa then we went to New Look to try out shoes and wait for Firmi, and there was this pair of shoes soooo uber gorgeous...!!! But my toes can't fit.. Sad.. Anyways, when Firmi came, we went to buy bulle tea and Nina and Firmi went to get SuperDog's Ice Cream and I sear it taste like Sex!<br />
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It was sooo freagginggg good!!!!!!! I swear!!! AND IT COSTS 1 DOLLAR! AND SO BIG SOMEMORE! Soooooo we went Cine, went into the shop, got the top, wanted to pay for it, butttt, I brought out $45, the top costs $41 after 40% discount, then I changed 5 $2 with Firmi, cause like make it look nicer when you paying mahsss..., but then when I wanted to pay I saw in my hands like, 'Eh? How come only got 31???' Then aku like tak panick, Nina being the sweetheart, loan me $7, and Firmi $5, so I paid then wanted to go off, Fafa was like, ' what is that $10 under your feet?' hahahahahaahah!!!!!<br />
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I guess I got carried away with changing money I didnt see it dropped.. Luckily no one took it. HHaha... guess that is all I have to say for now!<br />
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Ciao :)Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-65703798738581629142011-02-09T20:14:00.000+08:002011-02-09T20:14:17.060+08:00The Memories, part 1<div style="text-align: center;">When I first laid my eyes on you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you looked so afraid, so self-conscious, so lonely.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't care about you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I made fun of you when others did.</div><div style="text-align: center;">To me, you were never important.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-17376999803542242132011-02-08T12:31:00.000+08:002011-02-08T12:31:21.248+08:00Happy 1yr 10 mthsHappy anniversary baby.. even though I am so sick, you still took care of me, and I am really happy. I love you so much baby..Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-70965916751827057022011-02-05T13:36:00.000+08:002011-02-05T13:36:40.526+08:00To Shaheerah<div style="text-align: center;">Dearest Shaheerah,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> there is so many things I want to say to you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> But it does not matter anymore.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am moving on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-18711765076944942011-01-29T23:12:00.000+08:002011-01-29T23:12:25.333+08:00Things you do and sayYou fetch me home most of the time, even though you are tired, you still do, and l love you for that, but when we fight, you think you can just leave me alone, stranded, so what is the pont of sending me back when you can leave me so easily?<br />
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I'd rather not go out with you anymore, because you are just like my ex, when we broke up, he wanted his money back, and you did exactly the same, you asked for your money back, perhaps you should just be with someone who can sustain herself, someone who is not useless like me, who depends on her parents allowance to eat.<br />
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You want me to have more money, I want to work but you don't want me to, so how can I not depend on you?You yourself said you will support me, and yet you go back on your words.<br />
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I don't know what you want anymore.<br />
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IRachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-18393979780109428432011-01-21T22:56:00.000+08:002011-01-21T22:56:47.334+08:00Sleeping with tearsWhen you left me this cold morning, I went to the window and I saw you walking to catch a cab. I suddenly felt so empty. I missed your company so badly. I wanted you back.<br />
I buried my face to hid my tears, to hid my sadness, to hid my heart from breaking.<br />
I can still smell you on my sheets. I can still feel your arms around me.<br />
Holding me while you were sleeping.<br />
I loved it so much.<br />
I wanted it so much.<br />
I really can't put it in words, how much I really needed you, but I know you knew.<br />
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Slipping through my fingers all the time.Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-90318383613406280402011-01-17T20:38:00.000+08:002011-01-17T20:38:48.899+08:00BlackBerry and businessI am so totally hype with my new phone!<br />
I lovee it!!!!<br />
I swear I do!<br />
I am so totally busy checking my email.. Very happy!!<br />
Thank you Mummy!!<br />
Just finished my dance competition, didn't win, but it was a really good experience, the Uni and Poly students were really awesome!<br />
I JUST LOVE MY NEW PHONE.Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-32414540482693289722011-01-03T14:43:00.000+08:002011-01-03T14:43:31.835+08:00Rain Rain.I love the way the rain pitter patters against my window.<br />
I love sticking my head out of the window, just to hear the sound of the rain,<br />
just to feel the cool rain-smelling breeze running through me.<br />
I just adore it.<br />
Remember the times when we were caught in the rain?<br />
Remember that we did not had an umbrella?<br />
Not a shelter was in sight.<br />
We ran out in the open, like funny little wild things.<br />
Running, letting ourselves go crazy.<br />
not caring if we are drenched, not caring if we got sick.<br />
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We just laughed and ran.<br />
How I missed it.Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-31925467484501270962011-01-01T13:53:00.000+08:002011-01-01T13:53:23.471+08:00Happy New Year 2011!<div style="text-align: center;"><u><b>New Year's Resolution</b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><b><br />
</b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ol><li>To study <strong>hard</strong>, cause I really need to. <br />
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<li>To have enough time for my family, my friends and my Bibi.</li>
<li>To loyally update my Tumblr, haha.</li>
<li>To not lose my temper so easily.</li>
<li>To work towards my dream job.</li>
<li>To always have faith.</li>
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Argg, projects are getting me down.<br />
And like it's already the NEW YEAR'S EVE this coming Friday!<br />
So fast right!<br />
Then it's back to school and all the bullshit.. blah.<br />
I want more clothes!<br />
Planning to give the old ones to Marilyn, since she's been wanting it for quite a while.<br />
I want new clothes... but the money...<br />
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Hehe, since Chinese New year is coming :)Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-79422094886954199482010-12-26T13:09:00.000+08:002010-12-26T13:09:43.909+08:00And the many things yet to come.Firstly, I want to say Merry Christmas to all.<br />
I know, I have been really busy, and my last post wasn't very pleasant.<br />
But I can't really bring myself to text it out, so I guess I will just say it here.<br />
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You are forgiven.<br />
Don't ask me when, don't ask me why.<br />
I am just giving you this time to self-reflect.<br />
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I won't throw our friendship away, but I won't also pretend that everything is alright.<br />
I want you to learn, really learn from your mistakes.<br />
I don't want you to just say.<br />
Words do not mean anything if there's no action to support it.<br />
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I still trust you, but sad to say, it's not as much as before.<br />
I don't want to shoot you down, you've already been trying to nurse your own hurt.<br />
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I am giving you a chance, to get back that trust from me.<br />
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I know how it is like to have someone close to you losing all that trust in you, believe me, I've been through that before, but I am not going to be that person who does not want to give another chance. <br />
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Don't go and ponder why... why... why..<br />
Somethings are just best left unanswered.<br />
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oN a lighter note, haha, it's that Monkey's Birthday, so Happy Birthday!Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-2041089467034056712010-12-20T17:56:00.005+08:002010-12-21T14:21:00.456+08:00It's all a matter of KNOW HOW.<span style="font-size: small;">You lied.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">When are you going to stop?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So, I <b>SCREWED</b> up <b>MAJORLY</b>. Firstly, by lying to Mum yet <b>AGAIN</b> and secondly by lying to Nina and Rachel. Nina even said that she has<b> LOST ALL TRUST</b> in me. I swear, this feeling of I-should've-done-this-earlier which equates to <b>REGRET</b> is <b>KILLING </b>me <b>INSIDE</b>. <span style="background-color: white; color: red;">It </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">PAINS</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> me so much</span>. But through this,<span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">I learn and do my best to </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">NOT</b><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> repeat the mistake again.'</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>[Seriously babe, pain you? All you think is you? Then us? Do you know how much it hurts us???? You learn? Seriously, I don't think you will, not with the mindset you are having. Go and count back on how many thousand chances we've both given you, especially me. You say you do your best NO TO REPEAT, BUT YOU STILL DO RIGHT???]</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">'I am very <b>REMORSEFUL</b> for <b>LYING</b> to the people who mean so much to me. I really do feel the pain. So me not going to Port Dickson and Kuala Lumpur with my friends, is my punishment.<span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">As I say to everyone and now I say to myself that everything happens for a reason. The reason will not be known now but later on when I do know</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">, I will think back </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">and be thankful</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">.'</span></span></span></div><div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span">[Babe! There is NO DAMN REASON okay, you lie means you LIE. What is with </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">The reason will not be known now but later on when I do know, </span><span style="background-color: white;">what is it huh?<span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> <span style="color: black;">"</span><span style="color: red;">And be thankful<span style="color: black;">"'</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">for what? That you lie??? There is NO REASON. You are just trying to convince yourself that what you do is right is it? Yes, things happen for a reason, but your lying is just your HABIT. You are so used to doing it until it's like breathing air or drinking water.] </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>'BELIEVE</b> in me again that I will<b> CHANGE</b> for the<b> BETTER</b> and <b style="background-color: white; color: red;">NEVER</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> go back to this </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">LYING</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> era</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">.'</span></span></span></div><div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span">[It's so hard to believe lahh babe, you think what, this is pre-school ah? This thing so simple and so easy to forgive is it? Never go back? hahaha, you have to show us then we'll believe lah.. This is like the HOW many times you've already TOLD US LAST MINUTE AGAIN???!!!!]</span></span></i></span></div><div style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">I do </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">NOT</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> even know </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">HOW</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> I am supposed to face the both of you knowing that the both of you</span><b style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black;"> MIGHT HAVE LOST RESPECT</span> </b>for me. As Nina said, <b style="background-color: white; color: red;">REAL FRIENDS</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> stick together </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">DESPITE </b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">the </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">SHIT </b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">that we gave</span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;"> EACH OTHER</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">. </span>I have given the both of you <b>WAY TOO MUCH </b>and I just hope that you both would find it in your hearts to <b>FORGIVE</b> me and <b>GIVE ME ANOTHER </b>chance <b>TO REPENT</b> and to<b> CHANGE</b>. </span></span></div><div><br />
<i>[You did NOT even text Nina AT ALL to apologise. the LAST message was sent to me, to ask us to forgive you. Babe, why did you NOT even message her huh? You scared right? Always like that one. You always scared, let your FEARS <b>OVERCOME</b> YOU! Eg, your fear of Jessica, cause you afraid to confront her when she put you to work on days you are NOT suppose to. Nina, cause you know her temper and you are just DAMN AFRAID. Your mum, when she told you you couldn't go, you didn't even ask her why, AND you didn't tell us, which let you to do STUPID things. ' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">REAL FRIENDS</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> stick together </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">DESPITE </b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">the </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">SHIT </b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">that we gave</span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;"> EACH OTHER</b><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">. ' </span><span style="background-color: white;">REAL FRIENDS ALSO DO NOT MAKE SUCH HUGE ASS LIESSS!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: red;">I know that </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">LYING WILL GET ME NOWHERE</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">.</span> So, I will be <b>TRANSPARENT AND HONEST</b> and I will change. <span style="background-color: white; color: red;">All I ask for from those who have </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">TOLERATED</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> with my </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">NONSENSE</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> is </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">TIME</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">.</span> Because <b>TIME</b> heals all <b>WOUNDS</b> and I've caused way too much.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><i>-Oh, so after this huge incident THEN you realise </i></span></span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">that lying is bad is it? Little white lies can, but this?? And don't you think you've had enough time already? I gave you so much damn chances and so much time and I see it obviously have gone to waste. I told you Shaheerah, I told you to not lie again, and you still do. Seriously, you said you changed, yes I can see, but to you you think it's alot, but you know the reality? IT IS NOT! You always say you can't change overnight, but<b><span style="background-color: white;"> <span style="background-color: yellow;">not lying </span></span></b>isn't asking you to change overnight, it is <b><span style="background-color: white;">CHOOSING to LIE</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></b>or <b><span style="background-color: white;">NOT</span></b>. If another situation occurs, and you lie again, then what? Babe, really, then WHAT?]</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></div><div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;">Nina and Rachel <b>NEVER</b> understood why<span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">Rashika </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">PUSHED</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> me aside </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">DESPITE</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> my </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">COUNTLESS LIES</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> to her. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;">Now, I tell you the reason is because <b style="background-color: white; color: red;">I LIED TOO MUCH</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> to her that she couldn't take it.</span> After giving me <b style="background-color: white; color: red;">SEVERAL CHANCES</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">, I took it for </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">GRANTED</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> and </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">NEVER CHANGED</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">. </span>She then decided that the <b>BEST </b>way for me to really <b>REALISE AND LEARN </b>would be if she got out of my life and did it at the most <b>HARSH</b> way possible.<span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">That is why she called me </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">LESBIAN</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> and those other things.</span> So, to Nina and Rachel, I am not asking that you do the same as what Rashika did but <span style="background-color: white; color: red;">if you feel that </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">I HAVE DONE WAY TOO MUCH</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> then </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">BY ALL MEANS</b>, I'd be glad if the both of you left me alone and just be together. <b>I DO NOT DESERVE </b>the both of you and I don't wanna hurt you both anymore</span></span></div></span></span></div></span></div><div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>[I was laughing when I read this, cause you know what? You are still so OBLIVIOUS to the FACT that me and Nina KNOW the reason why she pushed you away is cause you lie to her. We know already, and everytime YOU lie to us, we always say, 'now we know how Rashika feels.' ' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">SEVERAL CHANCES</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">, I took it for </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">GRANTED</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> and </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">NEVER CHANGED </b><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">'</span>, you still never changed right? Cause now WE are the ones you are lying to. So you not going to lie to her but you lie to us lah. Real friends STILL DON'T HURT OTHERS BY USING THE PAST AGAINST THEM. She knows about your 'teacher thingy' and she used that against you, you say that </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;">'She then decided that the <b>BEST </b>way for me to really <b>REALISE AND LEARN </b>would be if she got out of my life and did it at the most <b>HARSH</b> way possible.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><b style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">'</span></b><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"> FYI, THERE ARE MANY OTHER WAYS, AND DOING THAT DON'T COUNT OKAY MISS SHAHEERAH. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">'</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;">"<span style="background-color: white; color: red;">you feel that </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">I HAVE DONE WAY TOO MUCH</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> then </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">BY ALL MEANS</b><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">", then you don't think that this ISN'T ENOUGH IS IT??!! "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">I DO NOT DESERVE </b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">the both of you and I don't wanna hurt you both</span><span style="background-color: white;">", guess what, your actions speaks for itself. You lied, we still got hurt.]</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">'</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;">Honestly, <span style="background-color: white; color: red;">this is why I do not have many friends. Because </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">I CHOOSE TO LIE</b> or I <span style="background-color: white; color: red;">resort to lying in </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">PANICKED</b> moments. Nina even said that if I'm gonna continue being like this, slowly the people I love and care for are gonna go away from me. I swear that is <b>NOT</b> what I want.<span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> I want the people that I care for to </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">BELIEVE</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> in me and </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">KNOW</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> that </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">I WILL CHANGE</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">' </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">[Did you honestly have this thinking that if you LIE, people won't find out and everything would be HAPPILY EVER AFTER? Did it actually cross your mind that your statement: "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">this is why I do not have many friends. Because </span><b>I CHOOSE TO LIE</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">'' and:"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> I want the people that I care for to </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">BELIEVE</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> in me and </span><b style="background-color: white; color: red;">KNOW</b> that <b style="background-color: white; color: red;">I WILL CHANGE</b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><b style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">'' </span></b><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">so completely IRONIC? How can you anyone be<b> your friend</b> when you <b>hurt them</b>? It's like saying, how can a wolf be friends with a sheep? Cause the sheep know it is going to get eaten, therefore the sheep does not want to be friends with the Wolf, even if the wolf put on sheep's clothing. Only the sheep will be friends with another sheep, cause it knows that there is nothing to fear.]</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">'</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So, after the 2 days at home, I did learn 2 things. The 1st thing I learnt was that<span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> Everything in life truly did occur for a reason but the reason whether it is good or bad would not be known now but maybe later in the future and be thankful.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> </span>The 2nd thing I learnt was that<span style="background-color: white;"> despite me asking GOD to let me go for the trip, He didn't allow and Mum didn't allow too. I learnt that when we ask GOD for something, He never says No. He has 3 answers which are Yes, Not Yet and I have something better in mind for you.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> </span>I'm at home not only because of my <b>LIES</b> but also because GOD <b>DEFINITELY </b>has something better for me.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span">[<span style="background-color: white;">'</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red;"> Everything in life truly did occur for a reason but the reason whether it is good or bad would not be known now but maybe later in the future and be thankful. </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">'</span>', Yes, everything happens for a reason, but it's cause you LIE, and this is why you are in this situation. Do you really think of the consequences of your actions? I don't think so, that's why so many of your problems are like this. You only think very narrow-minded, it has always been like that, the truth hurts, but it is a true fact about you. You LIE=you GET FUCKED. Period. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: red;"> <span style="background-color: white;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">despite me asking GOD to let me go for the trip, He didn't allow and Mum didn't allow too. I learnt that when we ask GOD for something, He never says No. He has 3 answers which are Yes, Not Yet and I have something better in mind for you.</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">"</span>, it is true that God never says NO, but God also don't always say YES too. I knew how much you wanted to go, but you didn't believe that your lies brought you to your fate. God grants our NEEDS, not our WANTS. Your Mum didn't let you go cause you LIED. Simple.]</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div></div><div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">Sometimes, I wished I could have a hotline to God and ask him why you are so LIKE THAT. And I wished that he could take your LYING away. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">Whenever it comes to a point of time whereby WHATEVER you do to me, my reaction is that I DONT GIVE A FUCK, you know that I have stop caring about you. Stop caring meaning: </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>I don't text you to go out and play.</li>
<li>I don't call you/text you whenever you got problems.</li>
<li>When you come crying to me, I just don't give a shit about you.</li>
<li>Basically, you aren't my friend anymore.</li>
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<b>I treat my friends the way I want to be treated. </b></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></i></div></span></span>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-22104934684098514402010-12-16T20:23:00.000+08:002010-12-16T20:23:58.998+08:00And it's love.<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways, I won't be updating my blog awhile, cause I'm going on a VACATION!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">YAY!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">BB, I love you kae.. so don't go away from me, and you know I wont too. </div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-42960379032044078762010-12-13T06:20:00.000+08:002010-12-13T06:20:51.076+08:00Killing me softly.I swear I am slowly going insane.<br />
Who knew that just one sentence can affect/bother/stress me until now?<br />
Usually I am not really bothered by what people say, and even if I am,<br />
I would be over it like really fast.<br />
How is it possible that I am so affected by it until I get so totally paranoid,<br />
becoming very stressed out that I might pick a small fight with you, and when that happens, I usually think that hey, maybe I am being crazy, and all that shit and I feel shitty that I fought with you, cause it's my fault but then I still cannot stop the feeling from coming back?<br />
<br />
What is wrong with me?<br />
What?<br />
What huh???<br />
I feel so upset.<br />
At myself mostly, because I can't seem to understand why I cannot trust you.<br />
<br />
Maybe it's better that I should just stay away from you.<br />
Maybe I'll just have to see what would happen to our relationship after the vacation. <br />
<br />
Carving my pain with your fingers.<br />
Strangling my life with your words.<br />
Killing me softly without trust,<br />
Killing me softly, without trust,<br />
Tearing my whole life, apart.<br />
Killing me softly without trust.Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-62303143152619280112010-12-11T14:00:00.000+08:002010-12-11T14:00:22.507+08:00WHAT A GIRL WANTS<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 760px;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>I wanna thank you for giving me time to breathe <br />
Like a rock you waited so patiently <br />
While I got it together <br />
While I figured it out <br />
I only looked but I never touched <br />
'Cause in my heart was a picture of us <br />
Holdin' hands, makin' plans and it's lucky for me you understand <br />
<br />
What a girl wants <br />
What a girl needs <br />
Whatever makes me happy sets you free <br />
And I'm thanking you for knowing exactly <br />
What a girl wants <br />
What a girl needs <br />
Whatever keeps me in your arms <br />
And I'm thanking you for being there for me <br />
Yeah Yeah <br />
<br />
A weaker man might have walked away <br />
But you had faith <br />
Strong enough to move over and give me space <br />
While I got it together <br />
While I figured it out <br />
They say if you love something let it go <br />
If it comes back it's yours <br />
That's how you know <br />
It's for keeps, yeah, it's for sure <br />
And you're ready and willin' <br />
To give me more than <br />
<br />
What a girl wants <br />
What a girl needs <br />
Whatever makes me happy sets you free <br />
And I'm thanking you for giving it to me <br />
What a girl wants <br />
What a girl needs <br />
Whatever keeps me in your arms <br />
And I'm thanking you for being there for me <br />
Yeah Yeah <br />
<br />
A girl needs somebody sensitive but tough <br />
Somebody there when the goin' gets rough <br />
Every night he'll be giving his love <br />
To just one girl <br />
<br />
Somebody cool but real tender too <br />
Somebody, baby, just like you <br />
Can keep me hangin' around <br />
With the one who always knew <br />
<br />
What a girl wants <br />
What a girl needs <br />
Whatever makes me happy sets you free <br />
And I'm thanking you for knowing exactly <br />
What a girl wants <br />
What a girl needs <br />
Whatever keeps me in your arms <br />
And I'm thanking you for being there for me <br />
Yeah YeahRachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-63810452236621398542010-12-06T18:05:00.000+08:002010-12-06T18:05:33.409+08:00As we go on, we remember.Days are passing by fast, it's only a couple more weeks till Christmas.<br />
Guess tomorrow would be our 1yr, 8 months.<br />
I don't understand why we are quarreling so much these days.<br />
Am I hard to understand?<br />
Or is there really something wrong with me?<br />
*wracked with guilt*<br />
<br />
I don't know if what I am doing is right or wrong.<br />
Shittttt lahh....<br />
IHATEFIGHTINGOVERSMALLMATTERS.Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-64892496810742604772010-12-04T01:25:00.000+08:002010-12-04T01:25:36.986+08:00So Typical!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOmOrKXxM_J7cFDiSGmBOdKaoZixzywNPSq0lzGeJF608QX2aiXqNIwp8H2FXKGvcayPpiL6Li45vXJifV9oUvSxJTkcDYO7Jp1H-s0fK8lkfB-jE3c6OCdI6fxngwZDKi6cmBwCHNfM/s1600/Slumber+Party%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOmOrKXxM_J7cFDiSGmBOdKaoZixzywNPSq0lzGeJF608QX2aiXqNIwp8H2FXKGvcayPpiL6Li45vXJifV9oUvSxJTkcDYO7Jp1H-s0fK8lkfB-jE3c6OCdI6fxngwZDKi6cmBwCHNfM/s400/Slumber+Party%2521.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is so typical of the people in my class, sad to say, but yup.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-10738943622967913822010-12-01T20:32:00.000+08:002010-12-01T20:32:19.555+08:00Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are Lyrics<div id="hd" style="text-align: center;"> <div class="pagetitle overlay"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8CwAwJd0fzU0lR1t0wFC7sNoZpH0UTaRPPb0qknPJwK0tCh4SgDlaTx3IehadN_XdSgY-D5rL1uGD0tdd7z76VjTkSMCNtAo47l7PLGSKvgBTJEw43XW5ERKBXxhu4RecA4SG5ZwKRY/s1600/bruno-mars-just-the-way-you-are.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8CwAwJd0fzU0lR1t0wFC7sNoZpH0UTaRPPb0qknPJwK0tCh4SgDlaTx3IehadN_XdSgY-D5rL1uGD0tdd7z76VjTkSMCNtAo47l7PLGSKvgBTJEw43XW5ERKBXxhu4RecA4SG5ZwKRY/s320/bruno-mars-just-the-way-you-are.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h1><br />
</h1></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh her eyes, her eyes<br />
Make the stars look like they're not shining<br />
Her hair, her hair<br />
Falls perfectly without her trying<br />
<br />
She's so beautiful<br />
And I tell her every day<br />
<br />
Yeah I know, I know<br />
When I compliment her<br />
She wont believe me<br />
And its so, its so<br />
Sad to think she don't see what I see<br />
<br />
But every time she asks me do I look okay<br />
I say<br />
<br />
When I see your face<br />
There's not a thing that I would change<br />
Cause you're amazing<br />
Just the way you are<br />
And when you smile,<br />
The whole world stops and stares for awhile<br />
Cause girl you're amazing<br />
Just the way you are<br />
<br />
Her nails, her nails<br />
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me<br />
Her laugh, her laugh<br />
She hates but I think its so sexy<br />
<br />
She's so beautiful<br />
And I tell her every day<br />
<br />
Oh you know, you know, you know<br />
Id never ask you to change<br />
If perfect is what you're searching for<br />
Then just stay the same<br />
<br />
So don't even bother asking<br />
If you look okay<br />
You know I say<br />
<br />
When I see your face<br />
There's not a thing that I would change<br />
Cause you're amazing<br />
Just the way you are<br />
And when you smile,<br />
The whole world stops and stares for awhile<br />
Cause girl you're amazing<br />
Just the way you are<br />
<br />
The way you are<br />
The way you are<br />
Girl you're amazing<br />
Just the way you are<br />
<br />
When I see your face<br />
There's not a thing that I would change<br />
Cause you're amazing<br />
Just the way you are<br />
And when you smile,<br />
The whole world stops and stares for awhile<br />
Cause girl you're amazing<br />
Just the way you are</div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-43053636559233733542010-11-26T16:15:00.000+08:002010-11-26T16:15:52.558+08:00Time passes by..Isn't it wonderful, waking up in an empty house,<br />
with the wind in your hair, the soft rays of the sun on your face,<br />
and knowing that it's Friday :)<br />
<br />
Time is passing by so fast, it's already the last week of November..<br />
Okay, not the last week, but almost the last week.<br />
Soon it'll be December, and I know how time passes by fast.<br />
<br />
Soon I'll be graduating, soon it'll be time for me to decide,<br />
Work/School?<br />
<br />
I know I do want to go Poly, but then what if my results is not good?<br />
I do have another option, a job opportunity actually.<br />
To work at NTUC First Campus as an infant care teacher.<br />
It's a 3 and a half year course and work.<br />
So, I study and work at the same time..<br />
<br />
Trouble is, if I do take that job I'll be like 24 or 25.. then I go poly.. another 3 years,<br />
Graduate when I am 28.. omg...<br />
So OLD...<br />
<br />
Whatever.. Put this aside.<br />
<br />
I miss talking to you. <br />
Like really sitting down and spending time with you.<br />
hope that I could really talk to you soon.Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-25681787393397002742010-11-23T23:55:00.000+08:002010-11-23T23:55:43.874+08:00CUTEEEEEE<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I want my BLACKBERRY!!!!!<br />
NYAA!!!<br />
:'(<br />
Oh well... I feel like I have something stuck in my throat. Damn. Hate the feeling..<br />
I miss my B..<br />
OMG!!!<br />
Just finished Nina's concert yesterday! -Huge Success-<br />
The photos and vids can be seen on fb, so I don't wanna post any here.<br />
<br />
Thank you Fafa for lending me her clothes, sorry for the small hole in the leggings..<br />
Thank you B, for bringing me 'dinner', I lovve you.<br />
Thank you Sha!!! For coming on your break!<br />
<br />
Hhee... <3Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-89782607622330482372010-11-21T11:26:00.000+08:002010-11-21T11:26:14.575+08:00Happy 20 years old to ME!<div style="text-align: center;">I finally turned 20, on the 19 of November, 2010.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to thank the following people,</div><div style="text-align: center;">who wished me a Happy Birthday</div><div style="text-align: center;">cause without you guys, </div><div style="text-align: center;">it wouldn't be possible.</div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Mum and Dad</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Brother</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Aunty Angie (who gave a sweet present) </div><div style="text-align: center;">My Dearest<3</div><div style="text-align: center;">My lovely Shaheerah</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Awesome Fafa</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Mad Nina</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My dance partner Fique (06:44)</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Nana (08:57)</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Wonderfullest Stacey (09:40)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crecentia (10:59)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uncle Winston (22:40)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And especially to all the people who wished me on my FB.. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-38729481432961720292010-11-14T13:05:00.001+08:002010-11-14T13:07:03.587+08:00The reason why...<div style="text-align: center;">The reason why I don't want to say 'WE' should do this this this </div><div style="text-align: center;">is cause I don't want to let you down if I know I can't make it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The reason why I don't want to keep saying </div><div style="text-align: center;">'You're irritating but I love you'</div><div style="text-align: center;">is cause I don't want you to be dependent on it</div><div style="text-align: center;">cause one day I may not BE ABLE to say it to you</div><div style="text-align: center;">and that would make me sad.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The reason why I want you to change </div><div style="text-align: center;">is cause I know that in the REAL world</div><div style="text-align: center;">it is very difficult for people to understand you</div><div style="text-align: center;">the way I do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I do accept you</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your flaws</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your insecurities</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your everything that makes you</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But you can't keep falling back on them</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can't keep being upset and emotionally weak</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's never going to make you strong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know that I can't be there for you in the future<br />
(THAT DOESN'T MEANT THAT WE WILL PART WAYS AH!!) </div><div style="text-align: center;">That's why I want you to be strong now</div><div style="text-align: center;">So that you won't need me</div><div style="text-align: center;"> So that you would be in control of yourself</div><div style="text-align: center;">Independent</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to say things or make promises to you</div><div style="text-align: center;">and end up not fulfilling them </div><div style="text-align: center;">And end up making you upset</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The reason why I keep asking you about your financial status </div><div style="text-align: center;">is cause I care about you not eating</div><div style="text-align: center;">I understand how it is like to see your friends eat and you not eating<br />
And the most important things I care about is<br />
<ol><li>If you had sufficient sleep</li>
<li>If you filled your stomach with food so you go hungry</li>
<li>If you got enough money for transport.</li>
</ol>That's all the MAIN criteria.<br />
<br />
I know I can be such a nag<br />
But I always hope that whatever I say<br />
you would remember<br />
<br />
Cause most of the times.<br />
Those things are the stepping stones to living in the real world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
That's all.<br />
For now..<br />
Take care.</div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091163326082443557.post-29324982540520828422010-11-12T20:28:00.000+08:002010-11-12T20:28:45.765+08:00You are my RIGHT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCadA9FVHOS4gIPdxmHy63rnPK6eQ2WvJ3bbjWThoTek0CRgLiqhot0AJ3Od24_v0F4OPfpF3iLXBvoJJl3hZ2ag-a6D7AgOi_KvR_D3SmtTHTtxNgzPyw6wrbLsnG5tR-JKg48vibL9U/s1600/Heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCadA9FVHOS4gIPdxmHy63rnPK6eQ2WvJ3bbjWThoTek0CRgLiqhot0AJ3Od24_v0F4OPfpF3iLXBvoJJl3hZ2ag-a6D7AgOi_KvR_D3SmtTHTtxNgzPyw6wrbLsnG5tR-JKg48vibL9U/s320/Heart.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Rachel Was Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183553306306810303noreply@blogger.com0