<?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-6923625295599366111</id><updated>2012-02-04T20:50:17.871+08:00</updated><category term='iris analyst'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Rachel's Dream World - *Being the happiest &amp; luckiest gal on earth*</title><subtitle type='html'>Thanks for visiting my blog! This is a place where I pen down my personal thoughts. Hope you'll enjoy your stay here. 
&lt;/br&gt;Feel free to post a comment or leave a tag.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-2706268096171938479</id><published>2009-10-21T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:05:07.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wedding Dash</title><content type='html'>The wedding day passed in a blur. The past 1 and a half year, we had been so busy preparing for this one day. Choosing our flat, choosing our bed, choosing the bridal company for our photoshoot, choosing our actual day bridal company for our gowns and suits, choosing the venue for our wedding, choosing our makeup artist, choosing our photographer and videographer, choosing our food, choosing the event company to work with for our wedding deco etc etc. So many choices were made and so much money was spent, just for this one day. lolx. In the end, the wedding of less than 24 hours, chalked up a bill of more than 25K, and I inherited a pair of new parents, a new sister and a future brother-in-law, oh and not forgetting a husband. keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks into the marriage, I'm feeling blessed and blissful. My parents-in-law are very nice people who treats me really well, and I enjoy staying in this new home and room. I get to have more space for new shoes, and I even bought my new earring hangar! Every mon and fri, I'll still go back to my parents' home for dinner and stayover once each week. Every sun, melvin and I, my two brothers and his girlfriend, and melvin's sister will also go to Bedok Reservoir for dragon-boating. Keke.. And I still get to enjoy my mala steamboat almost every 3 weeks once. Ain't I lucky? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got our raw wedding photos for the day and will blog on it as soon as I'm free. Yepx, which may be another few weeks. Oei! I got to pretend to be the good wife and clean the house, wash the clothes and still work k... Blahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-2706268096171938479?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2706268096171938479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=2706268096171938479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2706268096171938479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2706268096171938479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-wedding-dash.html' title='Our Wedding Dash'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3237252214513130886</id><published>2009-10-02T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:38:12.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are MARRIED!</title><content type='html'>Finally our big day's over and future's beginning. The past few months of preparation for our one big day had been tremendous and exhausting. It's all thanks to our family, 'jiemeis', 'brothers' that we're able to pull it through. Now we're in Malaysia, relaxing away~~ Thanks to everyone for attending our wedding and especially to those who had helped out so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more when we're back! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3237252214513130886?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3237252214513130886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3237252214513130886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3237252214513130886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3237252214513130886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-married.html' title='We are MARRIED!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-7976961461678174126</id><published>2009-09-09T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:24:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly 21 more days!</title><content type='html'>Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!!! It's just 21 more days before my wedding!!! Feeling damn nervous now. Went for my trial make up on saturday noon with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lirenneo.com"&gt;Liren&lt;/a&gt;. Prob I'm having pre-marriage anxieties ba. Can't sleep much lately, always tensed, and easily paranoid. Really felt that the makeup she did for me was super ugly... I tot my eyes look swollen, eye brows too long and hideous, skin looks bad and the blusher was like so strong that I look like a monkey's ass. Didn't help much that I brought my brother with me for the trial rather than the forever supportive Melvin. My bro just said I look like an apple and make up is 'ok lo'. Hahahaha.... I told Melvin how ugly I thought my make up was, and he almost immediately went to orchard to find me after his work. Funny. He said it's not bad. In my mind I just thought he didn't want me to be upset so said it was not bad. Then I met my gal friends for hen's night, and they said it was nice too. But.... you never know right?? Maybe they dun wanna hurt my feelings by saying it's ugly seeing that I paid $1K for Liren. Regardless, I was so upset, I can't sleep well for the past nights thinking that my make up was hideous, and how I would not wanna see anyone on my wedding night. Ya. Ridiculous. How to not see anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got the pics from wanlin yesterday and thought, ok la. I looked more human in her pics. Dun care le. Think everything will go smoothly that day and I'm just being super paranoid now. But it still doesn't change the fact that the trial make up sucks! Blahx. Liren's portfolio looked so much better la. I miss Cherry (my taiwan make up artist).. sighx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-7976961461678174126?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7976961461678174126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=7976961461678174126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7976961461678174126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7976961461678174126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/exactly-21-more-days.html' title='Exactly 21 more days!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4130260375442053074</id><published>2009-07-13T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:03:51.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living each moment to its fullest</title><content type='html'>I just completed a grief and bereavement course last week. It opened my eyes to a different part of the world. I knew how life could be sad for some people and mishaps may happen anytime unbeknownst to the people involved. It was just that we don't meet many of those people and it seemed pretty rare for such things to occur. When they do happen, we would feel sad and question why such things happen, and at times, wonder if it would happen to us too. After several days, we would slowly forget about it and continue our lives as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at a hospital gave me the opportunity to see how frail life could be, and how devastating some losses could bring to their loved ones. Attending the course with staff who are directly involved with saving the lives of others and facing deaths everyday brought reality to me. Everyone will die one day, and we never know when it would be our turn. We could be well today and gone the next. So it's good for us to start preparing now, by truly living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are always getting ready to live but never living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is Doomsday."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4130260375442053074?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4130260375442053074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4130260375442053074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4130260375442053074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4130260375442053074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/living-each-moment-to-its-fullest.html' title='Living each moment to its fullest'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-6191963476269194689</id><published>2009-07-13T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:13:56.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Loves~</title><content type='html'>If you think I'm becoming all sappy just coz I attended the Grief and Bereavement course and deal with negativity everyday, think again! Hehe... Life is short, and so, we must live each day to its fullest. Found a new love in Kate Spade during my date with Melvin on Sunday~ Found these two bags (which I think looks fabulous) on the official Kate Spade website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SltRXRF7quI/AAAAAAAABCo/lQqfh-wxnac/s1600-h/Kate+Spade+Tarrytown+quinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965641854462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SltRXRF7quI/AAAAAAAABCo/lQqfh-wxnac/s320/Kate+Spade+Tarrytown+quinn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SltRXFR7TxI/AAAAAAAABCg/RxvGczlbmYs/s1600-h/Kate+Spade+-+new+town+small+coal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965638683545362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SltRXFR7TxI/AAAAAAAABCg/RxvGczlbmYs/s320/Kate+Spade+-+new+town+small+coal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they nice? Check out more of them at &lt;a href="http://www.katespade.com/"&gt;www.katespade.com&lt;/a&gt;! They're having discounts at Taka and I saw a lookalike of this pink bag for 50%!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-6191963476269194689?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6191963476269194689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=6191963476269194689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6191963476269194689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6191963476269194689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-loves.html' title='New Loves~'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SltRXRF7quI/AAAAAAAABCo/lQqfh-wxnac/s72-c/Kate+Spade+Tarrytown+quinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-323943643591042352</id><published>2009-07-02T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:31:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me~!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday in half an hour's time!!! hehe...I'm now older and wiser by one year. Will be spending my birthay in Genting for 3 days and 2 nights. So happy now~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wishes:&lt;br /&gt;1)Earn 10K per month!!!&lt;br /&gt;2)Be forever happily in love with Melvin and for him to always treat me like his princess. keke..&lt;br /&gt;3)Have great achievements in life and work&lt;br /&gt;4)Lesser COMPLAINANTS in Singapore. lolx&lt;br /&gt;5)Attractive and young forever!&lt;br /&gt;6)and of course, a great wedding~!&lt;br /&gt;7)everyone around me to be happier each day and live life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be going crazy from the stress of work. Hurray!! Holiday!!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-323943643591042352?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/323943643591042352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=323943643591042352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/323943643591042352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/323943643591042352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me~!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-7686828979427676353</id><published>2009-06-04T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:33:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Humans are greedy. When you have nothing, you wish you could just have some and you would be happy. When you have some, you wish you could have more. What makes a person happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I thought.. I'll be happy if I could have a loved one. When I have a loved one, I thought.. I'll be happy if I could marry him soon. When I was engaged, with a flat to our names, and the marriage nearing, why am I still not happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought.. I'll be happy when I have more money. When I started working, I thought.. I'll be happy with pay every month with something I enjoy. Then, I thought.. I'll be happy if I have more income and time. When I had more, I still don't feel happy nor satisfied. I want more. What makes a person happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes really wonder, what's the meaning of life? What are we searching and working for? Is happiness such a difficult goal to achieve? Or is it not a goal at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-7686828979427676353?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7686828979427676353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=7686828979427676353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7686828979427676353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7686828979427676353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-5948412141039202317</id><published>2008-11-10T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:48:27.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Govt Healthcare sector</title><content type='html'>Keke.. Such an "interesting title". It's my 6th week at TTSH. Well, life here is really.. erm.. interesting. Keke.. Even though I've worked at TDL for 8 mths previously, this seemed like my first real job. It's a big organization, many departments to go through, specific jobscope, many colleagues and plentiful of clients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a busy day at work. From the start, there was little orientation coz of the heavy work load. Everything was OJT (On-the-job training), very different from what I expected. I thought govt sector jobs are super slow paced, and will think one needs to relearn everything from the start and be spoon fed. Hee.. Okok. My fault. So it is really not so for all govt jobs. My job is super fast paced. Everyday I'm busy rushing my cases, and wish time will not pass so fast. At lunch time, we need to be hurried for lunch because we'll be stuck to our jobs. Everyday at 6pm, I would think, "shucks! still got so much work not done!" Haha.. The good thing is that we can go off on time everyday at 6pm. Of course, if we want to stay, we can too. As everyone tells me "There is outstanding work everyday. That is why we have our jobs. So just relax and focus on the urgent and impt everyday." Overall, work is busy, stressful, but fulfilling and enjoyable. I think I really like my job now.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-5948412141039202317?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5948412141039202317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=5948412141039202317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5948412141039202317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5948412141039202317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-in-govt-healthcare-sector.html' title='Life in a Govt Healthcare sector'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8201328827097479456</id><published>2008-10-28T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:38:12.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Time passes so fast lately. I promised to blog upon confirmation, so though it's a bit late, here I am. During the 2 months of break, I spent time thinking about what I want to do and searched for what I want. Actually I didn't have much courage to pursue what I want, but Melvin pushed me to it, wanting me to wait till the right job came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through and applied for many jobs that may be what I may want to do. It's easy to get a job, but not easy to wait for the suitable one, because one gets stressed easily without income. In the end, I chanced upon a job in NHG to serve in Tan Tock Seng Hospital. The job requires at least 3 years exp in healthcare, and I didn't dare apply at first. Coz I got nil prior health care exp. But Melvin encouraged me to apply for it. I was always interested in health care, and hoped to pursue a career in it, but the opportunities weren't there before. So this time, I took the opportunity to apply for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this job through many coincidences and blessings. Before I went for the interview, I was offered another job, which I turned down. Heng ar.. lolx.. During the interview, there was a long queue of interviewees which made me really nervous. I was given an essay question when I reached, without being informed beforehand, and told to do it within 30 min. I completed within 15 minutes and was allowed into the interview room earlier, jumping queue, and was tested on my impromptu translation skill during the interview. Diaox. Luckily I passed with flying colours. I was told to be notified within a week if I got the job. During that week, I couldn't sleep. Finally, the phone call came, and hurray! I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the first time I got a job which I wanted myself, and thought about it for a long long time. It is now my 2nd week, and god, it's really tiring. My job's always busy and on-the-go. Time passes in a blink, and sometimes I got so many tasks on hand I don't know what I'm doing, especially with all the abbreviations and medical terms that hospitals use. And I'm only given the easy jobs now, wait till I get the difficult ones. But at the same time, I find it really challenging and fulfilling. I go home everyday feeling satisfied and very TIRED. keke.. Actually a lot of my job scope is similar to what I did at TDL, but with much much more benefits. I get to see the sun when I end work, I get to spend time with my family and have dinner together, I get to enjoy my weekend, and I get paid more stably! The culture is also suitable for me to have a family, my future mother-in-law's in the health care sector so she takes care of me more now (She kept nagging at Melvin to not disturb me and let me rest more because my job is tiring), I get good medical benefits, I get to enjoy bonuses. Oh, and one really big coincidence and blessing is that my boss is also a vegetarian! Keke.. So... I'm well taken care of by the one up there. With everything in place, and Melvin's new job starting next mon, we prob can have a kid as soon as we get married le. Thank god~  ^_^&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8201328827097479456?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8201328827097479456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8201328827097479456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8201328827097479456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8201328827097479456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-6817594684422190976</id><published>2008-10-10T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:42:07.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Break</title><content type='html'>After some months of wait, many years of following, I've finally found what I want and heading towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! I'll disclose more upon confirmation on Monday. Till then~ ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-6817594684422190976?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6817594684422190976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=6817594684422190976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6817594684422190976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6817594684422190976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-big-break.html' title='My Big Break'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-6151182205040482049</id><published>2008-08-19T16:20:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:07:50.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Goodbye Consultant and Welcome New Life!</title><content type='html'>Yaya.. So long nv write le. Keke.. I consolidated my past 2 months experience into this one post. So breathe in and get prepared for a long post~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My switches in life from my previous entry actually meant my resignation from my previous job. I tendered for end august, but my work stint ended earlier than expected on 7Aug, so I was able to enjoy the free time. A lot of people ask why I quit, It was a nice job, just that hours were too long and I didn’t had time for myself and my loved ones. I just wanted to move further and I don’t think I want to be a dating consultant forever. So I started searching for where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is nice to have free time on hand, but I’m one who fears loneliness and free time, coz I never had much free time when I was a kid. So I just felt rather under the weather for a while, which gave me a dry spell for writing. But after a while, I got used to the free time started enjoying. So, you must think, what have I been doing in this 2 months break. Well, quite a handful of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past two months, Melvin and I went to Pulau Ubin for a short getaway, went to Thailand for a shopping trip, and lastly to Genting for a last break before our new jobs. We also spared time for Disney on Ice - High School Musical and went to Singfest. Throughout the two months, I spent most of my time at home eating home-cooked food which was something I missed dearly when I work for the last 8 months at TDL. In the past I could only get home after 10, but during the break, I got to stay home and watch tv and internet video (and got myself hooked on Ghost Whisperer), read tons of books (I think I read at least 15books), go shopping, , met up friends, practise cooking(and testing it on my poor bro), start swimming at least once a week, start cleaning up my room on a weekly basis, placed deposit for my flat, bought a bed, drew up my future walk-in-closet etc etc. Well, basically, I had a really fulfilling and relaxing 2 months break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures from my break. There's only pictures for Pulau Ubin and Singfest coz we didn't take much photos this time. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulau Ubin (9/8 – 11/8)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An early end to TDL gave time to myself, which is probably a blessing in disguise. I was at a loss of what to do when my plans suddenly changed. My prince, as always, just just charged in and cheered for the sudden freedom and practically forced me to find a holiday destination cos he has a long weekend due to the NDP break. He tried so hard to get bookings for everywhere while we were watching High School Musical ice skating performance, but it was fully booked coz we only called the night before Ndp. In the end, we went to Pulau Ubin. Lolx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ubin was a place of not so good memories, other than it being super clean air and in the nature. Keke.. It was where I once had to go for St John camps. And trust me, the camps suck. But it was what I needed. Fresh air and nature. So off we went to Pulau Ubin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245022499145650050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoQLHSCD4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/1heumEXLtdQ/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have arrived at Punggol End’s Jetty!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245022508022854722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoQLoWhdEI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2FlybTk6E-o/s320/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the dock waiting for the boat to arrive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245022512058859746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoQL3YyAOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mglCC8lf_pE/s320/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for the treat~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245022501683830114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoQLQvLnWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/q3keWPuYnvg/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My barang barang. I’m so glad I’m not bringing camping stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245022517512779266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoQMLtGNgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/4Fl5XPDyh8c/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All drenched up coz that silly boat driver don’t let us go on it before boarding time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245026208401632418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoTjBVkrKI/AAAAAAAAAlY/M2kh4cjzDcs/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smile~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245026212892289138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoTjSEOqHI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WD3N90zSTXg/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the yatchs! Don't you feel like having one too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245026220967315458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoTjwJdyAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/U3iMGyyHY9I/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our key to Ubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245026226641897954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoTkFSZCeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/U_m_4HmvDoE/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We’re finally onboard!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482038571525618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnoGePZZfI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fQut8qfGftE/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Luckily there’s less than 12 passengers. You mean only children get life jackets?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482042953819570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnoGukN5bI/AAAAAAAAAmI/lhxLF2RV0qM/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Goodbye Singapore!!! Oh.. You mean ubin’s part of Singapore? But ain’t we taking the boat? Ya.. rite.. No passport shown. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482049659565138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnoHHi_dFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rUT1BA-nW3w/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our boat driver! (psst.. the one who made us drench! Keke. Quite a nice chap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482055526785906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnoHdZ2I3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/hadOsP5478o/s320/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He even help us take a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249482061878068514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnoH1EHBSI/AAAAAAAAAmg/17IxPZ0OaK0/s320/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our resort! Ubin’s really different now. We don’t even have to pitch our own tents! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483902503879378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnpy97gAtI/AAAAAAAAAms/vYdlCyKZNWk/s320/P8110737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our room key!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnpzQXnHtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/lfhLCNVeFoU/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483907453624018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnpzQXnHtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/lfhLCNVeFoU/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My very own bed in Ubin! Luxury~ No fire drills at night I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnpz7ZDXMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/77JbeQDxMg4/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483919002393794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnpz7ZDXMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/77JbeQDxMg4/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They even have a backdoor &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483924361923234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnp0PW3SqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/bCvHxMeJa_M/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And fridge with tables and chairs too! I’m impressed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483926293166722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnp0WjTuoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/SBll9T_IfG4/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Television was a bit blur though, coz the reception wasn’t so good. We even had a debate at night on who was hosting the Olympics news while watching(listening) it. My bets were on Jade Seah, and I got it! Too bad, no prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255433707483462898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SO8NHMsqfPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Zx9rcWXQkqY/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our room. Go buy 4D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249485627409666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnrXXtFkgI/AAAAAAAAAnU/HbLuhVWuGD4/s320/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It looks like aloha resorts, just smaller versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249485640662410098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnrYJEyY3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/u2vYXIBIk8w/s320/P8090581.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Tada~ Alfresco Jacuzzis~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249485646975715058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnrYgl_xvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Ak9MzgNqVJs/s320/P8090582.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And a very dirty swimming pool. I prefer to use the Jacuzzi to wash my legs. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249485651738441890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnrYyVhOKI/AAAAAAAAAns/FrU4HS5kPCo/s320/P8100584.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our happy faces, before the cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255434319544403794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SO8Nq0zXR1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/c67qrqm4Rx0/s320/P8100587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Care for some drinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249487217033197586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnsz5g3uBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/6cOCFB_k0SY/s320/P8100589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNns1UhwpWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2myWcCeEYo4/s1600-h/P8100596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249487241464554850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNns1UhwpWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2myWcCeEYo4/s320/P8100596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we finally reached the other jetty! See that straining smile? I want breakfast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249487259445915298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNns2Xg2bqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/WC3LLHHEYog/s320/P8100597.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I’m soooo… Hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249487268184832706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNns24EXusI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wSF6rHNpmzA/s320/P8100598.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ya ya.. I’m still eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249487277398741266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNns3aZI0RI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-tk199h-GUI/s320/P8100599.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The town centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249489035697894098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnudwkUstI/AAAAAAAAAok/1xyfBFU9KkI/s320/P8100600.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A scarecrow in the garden. But the face looks more like a bird to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnueVwX-XI/AAAAAAAAAos/JpRJJtoSxh4/s1600-h/P8100605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249489045680552306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnueVwX-XI/AAAAAAAAAos/JpRJJtoSxh4/s320/P8100605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the secret garden. Hey! Where’s my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249489050080750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnuemJdrCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/_b-q0BeKvMg/s320/P8100606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Doesn’t look very laksa like to me. Oh.. The leaves are the one. I see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249489058161320434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnufEQBYfI/AAAAAAAAAo8/4d7Hjg7bMPU/s320/P8100608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Torch ginger. Read the below if you want to know more. I just took it coz it looks interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249489067278609474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnufmNwLEI/AAAAAAAAApE/UbB3TpVZM2o/s320/P8100607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249490065476079426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnvZsykz0I/AAAAAAAAApM/TV-kIrMEkq4/s320/P8100613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hmmm.. He looks like he’s up to something…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249490072297398658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnvaGM54YI/AAAAAAAAApU/QnxtuWR8u2k/s320/P8100614.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249490083291980386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnvavKN4mI/AAAAAAAAApc/0ukkIybpYno/s320/P8100615.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mr Teo did it again! He stole the long beans!! Hor hor…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249490091211691090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnvbMqbFFI/AAAAAAAAApk/3KPTi2oizSA/s320/P8100616.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Haha.. Sounds like a good plan to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249490094560386658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnvbZI0HmI/AAAAAAAAAps/96D0XO_cFAM/s320/P8100620.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Guess where we are? We are at… *drum rolls* Melvin’s grandaunt and granduncle’s place. Ya. We are still in Ubin. Cannot meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249491297662116722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnwhbCno3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/UMopSUBTbbo/s320/P8100621.JPG" border="0" /&gt; They even have their own backyard. But it’s not an easy route. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249491301461973986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnwhpMk2-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/fyplpzTUScY/s320/P8100623.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Backyard. I can picture them sitting there and looking at the sea. Oh.. and did I mention that his grandaunt and granduncle are quite old? They’re really fantastic to manage all these. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249491308592519234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnwiDwoWEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/xMRfLYsaPtQ/s320/P8100642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;View is good from where they sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnwisnRnxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/X89FL2guFLc/s1600-h/P8100622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249491319559134994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnwisnRnxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/X89FL2guFLc/s320/P8100622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249491320913595474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnwixqNDFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/XxI8b1kWbeU/s320/P8100630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255437453913193090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SO8QhRPHeoI/AAAAAAAAAv8/UGa1CKvb4bk/s320/P8100631.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Complete with shower facilities. Makes you think of your bathroom and give thanks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnyC18WPXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/m2aBkCn8s6M/s1600-h/P8100636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249492971330878834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnyC18WPXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/m2aBkCn8s6M/s320/P8100636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have lots of pets there. Look at this cat sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249492975958184466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnyDHLlUhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JB-T4Yfsx0M/s320/P8100646.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This dog came to where we’re sitting and chose to sleep below the chair with the support as its pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249492982560109858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnyDfxmtSI/AAAAAAAAAqs/BID4rSMbvBw/s320/P8100657.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A calendar from 1976! Ya. It's tilted, but it's too troublesome to rotate it, just tilt your head la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough trouble for the old folks. Time to leave! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249492987947114418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnyDz1937I/AAAAAAAAAq0/dO3NbDXks4M/s320/P8100659.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Phew. We’re really tired after the long ride. Here’s a break shot before reaching our resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249492996208063106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnyESnh8oI/AAAAAAAAAq8/SXmRErmXXMc/s320/P8100663.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oh yep. Not before getting our dinner. It’s a long long trip back again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnzt3PQ1JI/AAAAAAAAArE/rxkrCxlUs-U/s1600-h/P8100664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249494809924654226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnzt3PQ1JI/AAAAAAAAArE/rxkrCxlUs-U/s320/P8100664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our buddies for the day. Luckily I’m not carrying the bag. Thanks darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249494819838756002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnzucK-BKI/AAAAAAAAArM/_ePHpb-wDZU/s320/P8100670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; They sell coconut drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249494821500772674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnzuiXOYUI/AAAAAAAAArU/EtjgwcugREM/s320/P8100669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Melvin’s back with coconut drink in the bottle and a coconut behind his back! Or is it his front? Keke…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249494826942717154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnzu2or3OI/AAAAAAAAArc/IQcSwe1yRng/s320/P8100671.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Food.. yes. Drinks… yes. Ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249494836514297010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNnzvaSulLI/AAAAAAAAArk/oL-NAYfSxGQ/s320/P8100672.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The bbq pits look nice.. shouldn’t have gotten packet food…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNn2BVf-lhI/AAAAAAAAArs/T62KL9zsr-M/s1600-h/P8100674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249497343488595474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNn2BVf-lhI/AAAAAAAAArs/T62KL9zsr-M/s320/P8100674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smells good too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... the next night… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let’s bbq!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249497346907471682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNn2BiPGf0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/MX8aAMMhfck/s320/P8100677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;View.. Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249497352951917122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNn2B4wNakI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cqHY-AmsIZE/s320/P8100683.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Food… Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249497361705054338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNn2CZXHsII/AAAAAAAAAsE/lAZzHyv9MmE/s320/P8100673.JPG" border="0" /&gt; erm.. MARVELLOUS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249497372379887586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SNn2DBIMt-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/dcQRiu6Asy8/s320/P8100686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252862831985547666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXq6jJZ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xYSQPoUH5yQ/s320/P8100687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252862837223831714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXq62qTuKI/AAAAAAAAAsc/twy_PBoALSQ/s320/P8100692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252862840562346770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXq7DGRaxI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nTwIkXm1Cnk/s320/P8100697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Is my food ready? Hee… Don’t look so fierce la.. Coming coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXq7DDxwwI/AAAAAAAAAss/BlcrQeNv-AM/s1600-h/P8100698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252862840551883522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXq7DDxwwI/AAAAAAAAAss/BlcrQeNv-AM/s320/P8100698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hungry lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252862844768648306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXq7SxIfHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vJrHx91vWPI/s320/P8100700.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The transparent gold liquid is oil. The black sauce is heavenly! Hee.. It makes food taste like heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXuvD7PN8I/AAAAAAAAAs8/pConwS3GRvM/s1600-h/P8100701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867032672581570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXuvD7PN8I/AAAAAAAAAs8/pConwS3GRvM/s320/P8100701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXuvaHeEjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/JnpteG8DqW0/s1600-h/P8100709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867038629466674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXuvaHeEjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/JnpteG8DqW0/s320/P8100709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely mushrooms in black sauce. Yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867037449522226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXuvVuJjDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Py3aFbkAGHw/s320/P8100724.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Food that we dabaoed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867042416126786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXuvoOR60I/AAAAAAAAAtU/aY538L2WeWI/s320/P8100727.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Carrying our chairs out to enjoy the view and peacefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867053013811954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXuwPs9wvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/O6XMFpyxfT8/s320/P8100728.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXvTUqPlwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Kapi4Zz1I-g/s1600-h/P8100731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867655639996162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXvTUqPlwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Kapi4Zz1I-g/s320/P8100731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look like a ghost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXvTq1FjGI/AAAAAAAAAts/evC-5PyGlms/s1600-h/P8100732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867661591055458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXvTq1FjGI/AAAAAAAAAts/evC-5PyGlms/s320/P8100732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don’t you love the pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867665302441970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXvT4p8z_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Pzf19X8osRE/s320/P8110740.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Returning our keys and back to reality &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867663387004434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXvTxhRjhI/AAAAAAAAAt8/z_kFb0vmVFc/s320/P8110741.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Boat’s here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252867668729068226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXvUFa6-sI/AAAAAAAAAuE/03mdOHNyELQ/s320/P8110743.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Goodbye ubin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252868568134881794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXwIb9-kgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/xaDn0ISq5T4/s320/P8110748.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The peacefulness and tranquility is truly a marvelous treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255441302314805650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SO8UBRpj6ZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/TQLPBwuzzlY/s320/P8110750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Come on.. stop being so moody… I know you have to work tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252868574844813186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXwI09v_4I/AAAAAAAAAuc/g_HnSeO8bYI/s320/P8110751.JPG" border="0" /&gt; but I don’t. Keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252868581934680274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXwJPYGyNI/AAAAAAAAAuk/1NFO_3JgKnQ/s320/P8110763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Till we come back again! Maybe quite often in future. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singfest 2008 (3/8) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were lucky to get VIP tickets for the Singfest coz my mum's bosses didn't wanna go. It was quite interesting, and the international stars had really good performances. We also had an eye opener of the difference between VIP vs Normal. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252868584578649298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXwJZOejNI/AAAAAAAAAus/Lg976rc7t-k/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah~ We are VIPs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252869533212597682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXxAnKb3bI/AAAAAAAAAu0/W8fha2Iy0bs/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIP Room - Aircon with a screen and superb sound system. You can hear the vocals of the singers clearly in this room coz they filter out the crowds' noises. It's the first time I am able to appreciate vocals so clearly in a Live concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252869532542753266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXxAkqu2fI/AAAAAAAAAu8/9JhqWiyI0Lw/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even get nice buffet and free flow of drinks (beer included)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252869547266583826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXxBbhKrRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/MY6tcOHL2fY/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There're side tables that contain Nachos and salad snacks while you watch the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252869544754689458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXxBSKSNbI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t5MEoA9e5as/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The VIP stand. Just look at the crowd below! One has to pay a few hundred just to stand/squeeze there. We caught sight of Dawn Yang at the VIP stand too. Ya, I know what's on your mind. Yes, quite pretty la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXxL6ef6bI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8diXAEsSl6Q/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252869727375583666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SOXxL6ef6bI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8diXAEsSl6Q/s320/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you can't see, but they are The Pussy Cat Dolls. I was hooked to their reality tv quite some time ago so I just wanna put this up regardless if you see it or not. Haha.. But Melvin totally didn't enjoy their performance even though they were dressed scantily. Guess he values vocals over looks. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-6151182205040482049?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6151182205040482049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=6151182205040482049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6151182205040482049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6151182205040482049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-goodbye-consultant-and-welcome-new.html' title='It&apos;s Goodbye Consultant and Welcome New Life!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SMoQLHSCD4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/1heumEXLtdQ/s72-c/DSC00374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-6280796878802946932</id><published>2008-05-16T17:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:12:42.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I know. I haven't been posting for a very very long time. It's just been really busy at work, and at rest during my free time. Keke... Seems like the only time I can blog is when I'm sick at home or when I'm on leave coz mostly I'll be too sick of the computer when I'm home after a long day of work. Plus I don't bring my laptop home (unless when it's spoilt. Like now!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work at The Dating Loft (TDL) has been very interesting and lately we've been busy getting accredited by SDU. I didn't know that getting accredited is such a long process. I always thought it is just going through some courses and exams, and it's done. Keke.. But it'll be really great if we could get it. We would be one of the first few (not online) dating agencies! Hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200912393048591810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SC1aRA-WjcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lpNNGo2dD2U/s320/n637361756_871853_6287.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Beth, Me and Gwen (taken months ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I haven't blogged for quite some time also because my work deals with a lot of confidential things so I'm not sure what I can write and what not. Keke... but I'll blog on my personal life whenever I can. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm doing some switches in life, and so is Melvin. It's really exciting to take things in your own hands, instead of just waiting for things to happen. Primary school to sec school to JC to university. Lalala.. Now.. we don't know what will happen next unless we do something to our paths. It's exciting, at the same time, filled with anxiety. It's like always having butterflies in my stomach and due to the perfectionist I am, a lot of times I'm scared of making mistakes. Which explains the quote at the top of my blog. Yes Yes. Aim for Success, not Perfection. I know. (But who wants success when you can have perfection? keke..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, we've gotten a queue number for our flat! And, this time we're definitely getting it! Coz it's queue number 200. We(Melvin) have looked at all aspects of the flats, and prioritized the units that we wanted. And yes! We are having an exciting flat choice. The name of it is Punggol Saphire (PS). Isn't it nice to have your future home named after precious stones? Keke.. And, it's just behind Punggol MRT and an LRT with just one stop to the MRT station right at our doorsteps. Just opposite PS is also a proposed town centre. And the most exciting and interesting part is... it is right behind &lt;a href="http://www.spi.com.sg/spi_files/punggol_kampong_house/main.htm"&gt;Mathilda House&lt;/a&gt;! Haha.. How cool more can a future flat be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We'll be going to get our flat in August, and hopefully, the unit that we want is still available with a high level (coz Melvin likes to be at the top of the world. Blahx!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ps: The beginning of the blog is written months ago, but re-edited today, which explains the date. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-6280796878802946932?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6280796878802946932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=6280796878802946932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6280796878802946932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6280796878802946932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/SC1aRA-WjcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lpNNGo2dD2U/s72-c/n637361756_871853_6287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-5862756111054468256</id><published>2008-03-23T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:23:08.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going to Taiwan!</title><content type='html'>Melvin and I had been looking at wedding pictures for a long time and thinking of what bridal saloon to get for our wedding. Hearing about the wedding fair in Vivocity, we just went to it and see what good packages we can get for. We had no intentions of getting anything and was there to look see, and will only get a package if it suits what we want. But... in the end, our defenses gave way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only reached Vivocity at 3plus and we hadn't had anything to eat yet. We wanted to go for a late lunch before heading to the booths, but one of the booth just attracted us over without our knowing. Before we know it, we're already sitted in one of the booths by Taiwanese Company &lt;a href="http://www.romanticlife.com.tw/"&gt;浪漫一生&lt;/a&gt;. I can assure you, we were only there to LOOK SEE, not for any purchase coz anyone will know that it'll be expensive to get a package overseas. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who talked to us was very nice. Think they were all Taiwanese. There was only one singapore lady who went around. But Melvin and I weren't so attracted to her coz she's rather boisterous and didn't seem very professional. She said she was there to make us singaporeans feel more assured, and I'm like.. diaox.. so weird. In the end, we were so bought over by the pictures that we put down a 2K deposit and now awaiting for the trip to Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the purchase, Melvin and me felt so worried. First, we haven't looked into overseas package and don't know the market rate, secondly, we haven't heard of 浪漫一生before... And thirdly, overseas package means we've to take care ourselves of our actual day gowns etc. It's only a overseas Photoshoot package. So... we've spent quite a bit just on our album itself. My thinking is photoshoot is most important coz it'll be something to keep in remembrance of our wedding. We can save on the dinner preparations and all but not photoshoot, but it's still a big sum. So after that I kept doing budgetting, and Melvin kept searching online about 浪漫一生.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching for a few days... we finally realized that.... 浪漫一生is a branded company! Haha! And the Singaporean lady who was boisterous and 'unpro' was actually a well known makeup artist in Singapore (I saw an article on her in Style Wedding)! Diaox. So... it's a blessing in disguise. Haha.. Although we really did pay quite a bit for our photoshoot, at least we're getting a great photoshoot and a wonderful time in Taiwan for our 'honeymoon'. We'll be going next year in March so that we can take pictures with the sakura and by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my &lt;a href="http://verywed.com/wedStreet/album.php?a=95759"&gt;favourite album&lt;/a&gt; taken by 浪漫一生 (posted by people on the forum). If you're looking into going overseas for photoshoot, you can take it into consideration, if you don't have a tight budget. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click on the link for more pictures shared by customers of 浪漫一生: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywed.com/wedStreet/wedStreet.php?v=126"&gt;http://verywed.com/wedStreet/wedStreet.php?v=126&lt;/a&gt; - click on 网友相簿&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://comtools.esdlife.com/wedding_gallery/thumbnails.php"&gt;http://comtools.esdlife.com/wedding_gallery/thumbnails.php&lt;/a&gt; - scroll to Taiwan, Romantic Life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-5862756111054468256?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5862756111054468256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=5862756111054468256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5862756111054468256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5862756111054468256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-going-to-taiwan.html' title='We&apos;re going to Taiwan!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-5472826331412291217</id><published>2008-03-06T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:17:12.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored...!!! Been cooped up all day at home coz my gastric's acting up again. But I didn't know it's sooooooooo.... boring to be at home with nothing to do (and nothing to eat). Put on The Romantic Princess to watch, and tried surfing the net, but still feel so bored. I prefer working, at least time pass much faster. Sigh. If in future I have kids and have to stay home for maternity leave or something, I don't know how I'll handle it. I'll probably start to have cobwebs all over me. B-O-R-E-D. Don't know what I should do next. Ya. Find some food. But... hungry yet no appetite.  =( Hope Melvin comes soon~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-5472826331412291217?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5472826331412291217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=5472826331412291217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5472826331412291217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5472826331412291217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3303169865582190916</id><published>2008-03-04T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:42:39.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>We talked to my parents yesterday night. Keke.. It was so funny that Melvin was so nervous to tell them that he didn't wanna go initially. In the end, he still blurted it out to them at 12+ midnight as if it was part of a conversation. We're talking about our flat application and then, he just added in a sentence that we're gonna get ROM-ed soon. Ha! And my parents said, should've done it earlier. Duh. At least it's mission accomplished that we told them. Now the only thing is, what happens after ROM? Our parents seem completely fine at first that we'll move out to stay together. But all of a sudden, ROM to them is just a ROM. It's not a marriage. *scratch head* Then... what's a marriage? I'm suddenly lost by what they want. I thought it's just a status and after that we can live together and all. Now it seems like the traditional wedding dinner is a marriage, not ROM. ROM is just signatures on papers. So weird. So by then, we'll be legally married, but not acknowledged kinda married. Parents. I can never understand what's on their mind. So now... I don't know what's next after ROM. It'll prob still be the same except that I'm Mrs Teo on papers. *Confused* I'll be having identity crisis soon after that. So wat's the point of getting ROM-ed if we're not married after that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But lucky thing is my parents are not asking for anything but a simple and cost saving wedding. So we'll just ROM with my immediate family and very few close friends coz can't invite too many for it. If you're not invited, please don't mind k? We have to keep the numbers down for the ROM coz I've too many close family members le..We'll invite more pp for the wedding dinner if we've more budget then. So remember to give big big angbao for my wedding ok? If not dun invite you. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm too distracted now to blog. Watching 公主小妹. hee~ it's quite interesting and funny, yet lame coz the acting was really lousy. Ha! But I really like the dressing and makeovers of Zhang Shao Han. It's the main reason why I watch the show. The dresses and makeup is really nice! Prob I'll do something like that for my ROM. Saw a beautiful princessy gown yesterday and felt so so soooooo tempted to buy it for my ROM. It's not really ex, just $168 plus $8 for any alteration. But.. my ROM is months away, so I should keep a lookout at the time being. It's just really nice, and a designer item... Sigh. No choice. Just wait and slowly view bah... hopefully I see something nicer than it and not feel regretful.. I wanna wear a princessy gown and a tiara on my head~! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3303169865582190916?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3303169865582190916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3303169865582190916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3303169865582190916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3303169865582190916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3685802992809218849</id><published>2008-03-02T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:40:34.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future Ahead</title><content type='html'>We've been trying to get a flat for some time. In my previous post, I had written of applying for Punggol Lodge. Actually we got a number but didn't go to get a unit eventually because all the left-overs were not tt good units. We're still in the midst of applying, and got a (possible) number for Damai. It's queue number 900+ so... haha.. still crossing our fingers. We've applied the new Punggol Spring and just went to look at some resale flats too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought resale flats will be old old houses that people want to move out of. But last week, Melvin and I tagged along to view flats with Peter and his clients, and I realize, resale flats can be very nice too! Haha... Call me SK, I don't care. Blahx. I really loved the last house that we view. It's in Buangkok, near my old house, and very pretty. The house was renovated well with designer items and it's less than 5 years! Too bad Melvin said he don't like living in houses which people lived before especially since they're divorced. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're preparing to get ROM-ed. Hee~ It's something we've discussed for quite some time, and finally sorta decided that we'll do it this year. (no, I'm still waiting for his proposal) He discussed with his parents and they agreed and tonight, we'll be telling mine. *sweats* Neither of us wants to be the one to say it, so we thought just say it together. Hopefully it'll be nice, short and sweet. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've actually been around to look at some solitaires, and I still feel that S**K**'s solitaires are nicer and cheap. No point getting such an expensive ring when I won't think of selling it. Hee.. So cheapo right?? Anyway, it's jus a stone on the finger. The meaning to it is mostly highly advertised by jewellery companies to hike the prices of diamonds. Think of the poor people digging them out with little earnings. I feel guilty buying when I thought of it... but nvm. It's a 'proposal' (without the proposal) ring for god's sake! We can indulge a bit and spend less than 2k on it. (falling into the bad habit of self talk again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Anyway... we'll be going to a fortune teller soon to get our dates for marriage. We'll be doing the ROM first and the dinner will prob be one or two years down the road. We may or may not get a resale first, depending on whether it's allowed by HDB and also if Melvin finally decide it's alright staying in a resale before getting a new flat. Still planning for our ROM, but we(I)'ve already decided on the theme as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; theme. Hee~ It'll be full of vibrancy, romance, flowers and we'll be wearing summer wear~ It'll be so fun! And of course, not too ex. Keke~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for our future:&lt;br /&gt;1) Get ROM-ed in 2008&lt;br /&gt;2) Wedding Dinner in 09 or 10&lt;br /&gt;3) A flat of our own&lt;br /&gt;4) Have at least 2 kids&lt;br /&gt;5) Earn lotsa money in our careers (I wanna get a Master's) and migrate to Australia (Singapore's pace of life is just too hectic. We(I) want some time to spend with our family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!!!  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3685802992809218849?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3685802992809218849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3685802992809218849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3685802992809218849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3685802992809218849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/future-ahead.html' title='The Future Ahead'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8703365909983026496</id><published>2008-02-19T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:28:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Melvin and I had been too busy lately to meet up much. I was busy at work, and Melvin was busy organizing a Chinese New Year event for his grassroots on 16 Feb. So I took up the single's event for Valentine's day with Gwen and spent our night matching singles. Though it was heartwarming to match singles, I still felt rather lonely when I was on my way home. Valentine's day was to be over and I could only meet Mel on Sun... And worse of all, that stupid man kept msging me and made me feel like I'll see him pop out of nowhere like when he was dating me ages ago. (I have this mysterious gift of anticipating people’s surprises. Hence no one was able to surprise me much. I can guess gifts by touching and shaking them too! But… never able to guess Mel’s) I kept peeking about when I was going home, half crossing my fingers that he'll show up somewhere, and half trying to keep my spirits down in case I get disappointed. And.. guess what? He didn't appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I slowly walked home, and turned my head around everytime I hear someone walking nearby. But, no one. Finally... I reached home, and half-excited and anticipating that maybe he is hiding in my room, waiting for me to find him. No one. I was half disappointed, but still didn't give up the hope of seeing him... I tried peering into all the rooms of my house, and even tried looking to see if he's on my brother's bed. NO ONE STILL! I was so so depressed... Really thought he would come by to take a look at me, even if there's no flowers... it's ok. Coz our vday is on sunday, he can give it then, and the presents too... I msged to tell him that I don't want to talk to him anymore coz I was so disappointed. And then... realized, he's outside the door! I was so happy to see him, and when I saw his hand holding on to a Lee Hwa paperbag, I guess, I just can't hold the glee from my face. He found it so funny that he kept laughing, and showed me what was inside. It was... Hair wax and gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!! I was so frustrated with him. I know I'm supposed to be happy that he even appeared.. But this man is infruriating. He can make a person who is ok being alone, to anticipating to see him, disappointed to see him, very happy to see him, highly exhilirated to see his 'gift' for me, and disappointed that there was actually no gift. I felt so cheated and so much like a puppet for him to play with. He knows me so well to know what makes me high or upset. And in the end... of course, he still loves me lots. He surprised me by making me open his backpack and seeing the real Lee Hwa inside. But of course... there's a rollercoaster ride again. Stupid man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168705564853604402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R7ruU4WvEDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/CbyESIwuT70/s320/P1010230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess what's inside?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168705560558637090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R7ruUoWvECI/AAAAAAAAAjw/WJDrbM3GhlY/s320/P1010229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Valentine's day gift&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168705521903931394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R7ruSYWvEAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SHBfJQHOgsM/s320/P1010226.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My white gold 12 diamond studded diamond&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8703365909983026496?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8703365909983026496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8703365909983026496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8703365909983026496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8703365909983026496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-valentines-day.html' title='Our Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R7ruU4WvEDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/CbyESIwuT70/s72-c/P1010230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8996627906809170887</id><published>2008-01-31T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:56:06.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Chinese New Year and V day</title><content type='html'>Phew! It's so busy at work this week. The effect of the article on The New Paper on Genecia was really good. We are rushing everyday to get all the appointments and do the consultations before chinese new year to prepare for the Vday dates. We can have back to back appointments everyday and days just passes without knowing. Which is a good thing, coz more commission and weekend is coming again! It's already thursday in just a blink of eye! Keke... Next week is also Chinese New Year. I'm so looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin's mum was really generous and nice. I find his family really interesting. Normally his mum will be thrifty on their daily lives, but they never are thrifty in giving gifts. In fact, they seem really generous about it. They gave us 2 cans of an expensive brand abalone, fish maw, etc, which in total costs 100+ bucks. Just for a chinese new year gift. A rather big difference from my family coz they don't give gifts often. Keke... In the end, my mum racked her brains and also gave a present of 6 items back (initially she only asked me to give them a box of home made love letters). Ha! I'll be bringing the items over in the weekend. It's so funny to see her think so hard just to give gifts coz I dun think she has much experience in that before. I think.. I hope at least, that maybe because his mum likes me so she gave me so many things. Hee~ Which is highly probable coz I'm so nice and sweet! Right???  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8996627906809170887?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8996627906809170887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8996627906809170887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8996627906809170887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8996627906809170887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/preparing-for-chinese-new-year-and-v.html' title='Preparing for Chinese New Year and V day'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4426977359846183592</id><published>2008-01-22T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:32:31.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I really want</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been so stressed up and frustrated. Met quite a few obstacles, either at work or watsoever. The only thing I'm not stressed about is relationship. Ha... It's been quite a tough time this half year, with a switch from student to working professional, from single to attached, from naivety to facing the real world. It really hasn't been easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I always thought, I want to grow up faster, graduate and achieve many many great things in life. But when I grow older, and eventually step out into the working world, I realize it's not that easy to achieve that many accomplishments with the limited time. I want many things in life. I want a great family relationship, I want a great career, I want free time to do whatever I want anytime, I want to use my abilities to help the world become a better place, I want to develop my abilities of writing, singing etc. And I realize... I've no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became so stressed up and pent up that finally I broke down. Luckily Melvin was with me that night and spent hours at the garden with me till 4am. I'm really really so glad for him being here with me. Because of him, I realize I overstressed myself with my ambitions and timelines, and made myself so depressed. Because of him, I realize more about myself. I had been naive, and only wanted to do things I know how to do, daren't face issues or confrontations, been extreme with the things I do, over blaming myself for everything, over demanding of myself, irresponsible... But with him, I really learnt to face up to issues. I became less extreme, and more understanding. I became less self blaming, and more self loving. I became more daring in voicing out the things that I want. And that night, I realize... what I really want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been really successful in life before, because I daren't be. All my life, I'm being told how ugly and lousy a person I am. All my life, I could have did many achievements within my grasp, but I didn't. Because I believe I wasn't worth it. But even if so, I did fairly well in life. I was able to go through 1 year of school without pocket money, and survive on one tuition kid and WBG income. I can earn money if I need it, and can do sales fairly well. It was an accomplishment to me. But I wasn't happy. I know I can earn loads if I want to, but something was stopping me then. I could do well in office, and then go back home to cry. I felt... empty. I'm not saying all these to prove that WBG is not good or not right or watsoeva. I REALLY LOVED WBG. It was a great place that developed my potentials and made me who I am. And till this day, though it changed a lot, I believe in its products and its potential. But, I realize that life is not as simple as just having a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want is to have time for my loved ones. For Melvin, myself, my friends, my family and our future kids if we have them. Even if I earn lots of money, I wouldn't be happy without time with Melvin or my family. I know, people will think, 'You see! Wei Lin become soft and changed after having a boyfriend!' And prob even despise my thinking. But... the funny thing is, I don't care. I know I'd feel happier to have time with Melvin. Everyone is always too busy to think of relationships, and think that it is the least important. But to say the truth, relationships are most impt aren't they? We work hard for a future, for whom? It can't be for us only because our lifetime is so short that one will definitely feel empty after working for sometime. In the end it's either for our future generations, or our loved ones, or our family. Loving a person and wanting to spend more time with a person doesn't mean we give up our career, it just means taking a different view to it, and prob a different path to it. Seriously, I don't know what I'm trying to defend. I prob just wanna say, I love Melvin and want to be with him for the rest of my life, and who cares if anyone thinks I'm soft because of that. At least I'm soft and happy. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4426977359846183592?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4426977359846183592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4426977359846183592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4426977359846183592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4426977359846183592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-i-really-want.html' title='What I really want'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-540242203072119190</id><published>2008-01-03T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:50:06.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock tick tock</title><content type='html'>Once a little girl said:" My goal is to get married by age 25!". And her friends look at her bewildered, and say "Ok. But you don't have a boyfriend." But the little girl replied:"I know. But I'll definitely get married by 25."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes it very much, and believes it so much that it became an obsession of hers. Finally she got herself a boyfriend, and she's still obsessed with the big M word. Seriously. I don't know what's wrong with the girl. But she just can't help thinking about it and probably scaring her boyfriend away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-540242203072119190?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/540242203072119190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=540242203072119190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/540242203072119190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/540242203072119190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='tick tock tick tock'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4629108160665996192</id><published>2008-01-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:49:20.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Year 2008</title><content type='html'>Today's 1st Jan 2008. Feels weird even as I write down this date. 2008 had seemed so long into the future, and before I know it, it's today onwards. I'm currently in the midst of tidying and sorta revamping my room, clearing out all the things of the past to move on to the future. As I take down the picture of my 'once so wanted' Mazda RX 8, I suddenly realize I didn't really want that. The house I want, the car I want, they're impt, yet not as impt as I thought they were. And actually I didn't really like Mazda RX 8. Haha... Maybe when one is feeling empty, one will use material needs as goals to satisfy oneself. I once said to a friend, "I love money, because money will never disappoint a person. I work hard, I earn more. I work less, I earn less. Not like people." Keke... Something in that line la. Now, I can't believe I was so... loveless. I must have been overly disappointed by too many people in my life to turn me into such a person. But yeah. I guess... I had been a very sociable person in the past few years. WBG helped me step out of my comfort zone, and helped me become who I wanted to be step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely not the happiest person, nor do I feel lucky at all in the past. It had been difficult being me. My family seems to think that girls have to do household chores, and the eldest is to be blame for everything that goes wrong. And guess what? I suck and dislike doing household chores, and I'm the eldest. It was terribly difficult to communicate with my family, and during my adoloscent years, I kinda hated them. I love reading books and watching tv. I always fantasize of having a prince charming to save me out of my pathetic life. I finally met one when I was 17. And I thought, he was The One. I failed badly in that relationship, and stumbled into depression. I was suicidal at that point of time. I thought, I had nothing. Nothing worth living for. Even the dream of my prince charming was shattered. There's no one coming to save me anymore. During then, I got into WBG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn't perfect when I was there then too. WBG helped in providing me a venue of friends, self help seminars, book recommendations, business to take my mind off human relationships and learning to manage human relationships. It took me years to get out of my depression, and I still hadn't before I met Melvin. But I LOVE being the spark of people's life. I love to be thought of as a cheerful person, so I took on that persona. It helped. At least people around me become happier. I went to many seminars, read many books, achieve (and failed) many things, and finally I learnt to love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tell me, it's difficult to love myself because I have so many this and that bad attributes. And yes. Truthfully speaking, it is difficult. But instead of giving yourself so many so many reasons of why you shouldn't love yourself, why not find ways to start loving yourself? I was once ugly, and had skin problems since I was 11. My family tells me how ugly I am almost everyday. Once I finally garnered my courage to learn chinese dance, one of the students there said how can I have skin problems at such a age when she didn't even have when she's older than me (I stopped going after that). I was upset that I was ugly and everyone says I am. So, I decided to become pretty. I learnt to put on contact lenses. I learnt to use make up. At age 21, I went for a makeover that costs almost $400 (I paid half of it coz I told my dad that it's $200). I hang my beautiful pictures in my room. I find ways to make myself pretty and love myself. And damn! It's hard. But... shouldn't we do that? We go all out to tell others how to live their lives, but what about us? Do we ever put the effort on ourselves too? Too many people are pressurized and traumatized in life because of how they try to live up to OTHER people's standards. If we can only spend the time we criticize others or ourselves on thinking about what we want and finding ways to make us happier, we will then be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on 1st Jan 08, I'm glad. Because I know, I'm not a perfect person. I know I failed in many things and gave up on many things before today. But it doesn't matter. Because each step I take, each err I made, it made me who I am and what I'll become. And you know what? I really adore myself. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the things I did in 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I conquered:&lt;br /&gt;1) Finished my Final Year Project (it was hell!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Completed my SMU education (filled with so many challenges. I'm so glad it's over)&lt;br /&gt;3) Lost my dog in a car accident (totally devastating... I cried even months after that)&lt;br /&gt;4) Let go of my previous relationship and crushes (one MUST let go to receive. It's difficult, but it makes you much happier after that)&lt;br /&gt;5) Faced my dad's bad attitude (and still facing. Keke.. Prob he's having menopause la)&lt;br /&gt;6) Went to job interviews (oooo.... It's so scary. Dunno why I'm just so afraid of interviews. I can do anything but that!)&lt;br /&gt;7) Meet someone I fear so much that I get diarrhea for the whole day (and end up falling in love with him)&lt;br /&gt;8) Saw WBG changed so much (was rather upsetting at first, but now I think it's for the better good.)&lt;br /&gt;9) Bringing my boyfriend home to meet the parents, and meeting his parents&lt;br /&gt;10) Go on my first overseas trip with my boyfriend to Port Dickson without bringing a book (so scary... I was so scared we had nothing in common to talk about! How to spend 48 hours with a guy you just got together with? What if he was angry with me and just leave me behind??? And we didn't even know how to get there in the first place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I achieved:&lt;br /&gt;1) WBG's B Team Emcee (too bad no more scs le)&lt;br /&gt;2) Engaged as an Emcee outside of WBG&lt;br /&gt;3) Got a new current BOYFRIEND who loves me to smitthering bits! (and I simply love~~~~~ him so so much!!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Applied for my first house! (haven't gotten it yet. But doesn't matter. We'll get it soon)&lt;br /&gt;5) Got my first Permanent Job and earned my first salary! (And it's a job I enjoy~)&lt;br /&gt;6) Went on Superstar Virgo with Melvin (my dream vacation~~)&lt;br /&gt;7) Slept on a four poster bed&lt;br /&gt;8) Spent my first christmas with Melvin (and we went on a date!)&lt;br /&gt;9) Went to POV - a course which costs $1000+! It's record high most expensive course I ever attended.&lt;br /&gt;10) Really love myself (all the good and bad. Yah. So melvin, You love me coz I'm clumsy too! Hee~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year Resolutions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Earn more than $3000 per month&lt;br /&gt;2) Get a 4-room flat with Melvin, and paying half of it&lt;br /&gt;3) Give myself a monthly allowance of $350 and save the rest&lt;br /&gt;4) Punctual&lt;br /&gt;5) Get my driving license&lt;br /&gt;6) Go to POV with Melvin&lt;br /&gt;7) Tell Melvin I love him everyday and make sure he tells me too. (keke.. Jus kidding. I can't help writing it down~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a brand new year, and I'm sure it's a great new beginning for everyone. I'm really thankful to all who helped made me who I am today. And Melvin, &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day: If you want a great relationship, STOP lying to yourself. Face yourself, love yourself. And you will then receive. No one really thinks career is more impt than love. It is coz we are not sure if we are able to receive love that's why we feel this way. And ok la...I admit.. Love is more impt than money. But... I still love money! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4629108160665996192?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4629108160665996192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4629108160665996192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4629108160665996192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4629108160665996192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-year-2008.html' title='It&apos;s Year 2008'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-657795533174878641</id><published>2008-01-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:16:44.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sulks</title><content type='html'>The tv series I love most is It Started With A Kiss (ISWAK), and recently I found out the sequel series They Kiss Again is out. I restrained myself from taking action... restrained... and restrained... I pretend I don't really like it that much and didn't find out anything about it. And all of a sudden, I don't know why but today I suddenly tot, I like that series a lot! I should buy it! So... being very cheapo and kiasu, I went on youtube to check it out to see if it's nice. And... it suddenly became such an itch! Youtube was a lil weird, some parts of the episode there's no audio at all, and all of a sudden youtube just hanged and couldn't work. So it just made me even more tempted to watch it. In the end, I couldn't resist and changed my shorts to a 3 quarts, and went to Compasspoint with my nerdy specs and greasy and untidy hair to buy the vcd of They Kiss Again. And... guess what? They don't have it! It isn't released yet in Singapore and they don't know when! Argh!!!! I want to watch They Kiss Again!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-657795533174878641?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/657795533174878641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=657795533174878641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/657795533174878641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/657795533174878641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/sulks.html' title='Sulks'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-6086820151683200277</id><published>2007-12-26T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:53:11.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's indulge in L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;How can you be more in love with a person with each passing day when you're already head over heels in love with him? I don't understand how, but I'm sooooooooooooooooooooo madly in love. Keke... I just went on a 3 day 2 nights holiday with Melvin to Batam, and just spent my FIRST christmas with him. After spending so many days with him, the normal reaction will be to wanna spend some personal time by myself. But no, I feel like wanting to spend more time with him! Haha... so sickening. Melvin says I'm more and more flower eating with each passing day. Duh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIvoNVGeI/AAAAAAAAAis/VZ0uXdqxbM4/s1600-h/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147975832145566178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIvoNVGeI/AAAAAAAAAis/VZ0uXdqxbM4/s320/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Under the Christmas tree in Plaza Singapura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147975016101779874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIAINVGaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/c70B98puOyc/s320/Picture8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIv4NVGfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BoZLfE1RlYI/s1600-h/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the christmas decoration layouts and took some pictures there too. It was kinda lame and Melvin's really very embarrassed to take pictures there. But.. Who cares? Keke.. I enjoyed myself a lot snapping away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147975836440533490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIv4NVGfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BoZLfE1RlYI/s320/Picture7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on, don't be shy and smile~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147974453461063986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FHfYNVGTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/kMRXtluJJMs/s320/meHoldhands.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Put your hands in mine and I'll show you the way..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FHfYNVGUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ytjN1oinlds/s1600-h/meWking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147974453461064002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FHfYNVGUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ytjN1oinlds/s320/meWking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a picture with the king!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FHfoNVGVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6iDYXyfJy0s/s1600-h/meWsheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147974457756031314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FHfoNVGVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6iDYXyfJy0s/s320/meWsheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm as lame as a blue sheep~ But I'm proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FHfoNVGWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xYefX2oAz4A/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147974457756031330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FHfoNVGWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xYefX2oAz4A/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I'm as feminine as she is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147974449166096674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FHfINVGSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hE-RjjzSiI4/s320/MelnMe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's a brighter smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Korean restaurant for our first christmas dinner, and the food's really nice. Too bad it's mostly meaty. The boss is really nice and let me just eat free flow of rice and side dishes without paying anything while Melvin gets the buffet. But coz they were jus too nice, we had to order something so I ordered a spicy tofu soup. Didn't manage to take a picture of it but I can tell you, it looks really like Mapo toufu. And it's not the tofu that's accompanying the soup, but the soup itself is the accompaniment. There's sooo much tofu in it. The bowl's full of tofu and only some soup! And the rice is really very nice and sticky too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIAYNVGbI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZLOR3Jn1sNE/s1600-h/Picture9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147975020396747186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIAYNVGbI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZLOR3Jn1sNE/s320/Picture9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The authentic korean steamboat bbq buffet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIT4NVGcI/AAAAAAAAAic/PAlA4PiGLVw/s1600-h/Picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147975355404196290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIT4NVGcI/AAAAAAAAAic/PAlA4PiGLVw/s320/Picture10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food's so good that for 1 hour, Melvin said nothing but just ate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIUINVGdI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZrmlMxbIOSY/s1600-h/Picture11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147975359699163602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIUINVGdI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZrmlMxbIOSY/s320/Picture11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yeah.. It's really good. It's the first time I see Melvin so quiet and even I can find nothing to talk about but just eat. After our stomach's too bloated to stretch any further, we went to take a bus to Orchard so as to take a walk back to PS (coz I said I wanna/must spend the Christmas with my bf walking down Orchard road). I think by then, Mel's already 6 mths pregnant! keke... I tried feeling the baby kicking, but it seems that the baby in Mel's tummy is really silent.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time we reach PS, our stomach subsided a bit, and we headed to GV for our christmas movie. And guess what? This is the first great show we ever watched! The previous movies were all so lousy that either Mel fell asleep halfway or we fell asleep halfway. Ha! We completed this movie in the cinema!!! And you must catch that show. It's FABULOUS!!! It's filled with exciting scenes, and clever trapboxes/puzzles/whatever they are called. And that show is.... &lt;strong&gt;National Treasure&lt;/strong&gt;! It's really really good.. And I absolutely love it! Do catch it if you can, and I'll betcha you dig it as much as I do too. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-6086820151683200277?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6086820151683200277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=6086820151683200277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6086820151683200277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6086820151683200277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-indulge-in-l-o-v-e.html' title='Let&apos;s indulge in L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/R3FIvoNVGeI/AAAAAAAAAis/VZ0uXdqxbM4/s72-c/Picture5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-2950294812657365267</id><published>2007-11-26T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:31:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braving Reality</title><content type='html'>I'm finally in the working world! And... it's really not as what I expect. Haha... I thought it'd be a very different experience from school and wbg... But... Actually it's almost the same. I still have to learn how to juggle my time well. My first week at work hadn't been as effective as it should be coz I haven't planned my time well and didn't set goals for everything I do. Was actually rather stressed out on friday and saturday that I gave up doing emcee for Mel's event. But who cares, coz Mel did a really great job himself with his chinese accented english (same as me! but he refuses to agree with me). So this week, I've to work doubly hard to make sure I'm productive and efficient. Phew. Better do reflections and meditation tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Fighting my inner demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I feel rather weird and off weather. Don't know what's wrong with me but just feel very withdrawn from everyone else. It's the same with at work, with my good friends when we went out for dinner, a little of it with my family, and for a while with Mel. I'm like trying too hard to fit in, but just can't. And I know I'm trying too hard to fit in, and I know almost everyone else felt the same way. But I just can't help it. It's like seeing a wall in front of you yet you continue to walk straight on to bang into it as if you lost control of legs. I'll just go and draw some cards from the love pack and see what my issues are and resolve them. I'll need all the help I can get to manage my coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really think I have some ego and competitiveness issues. I seem to hate failing at the things I do. Maybe everyone hates it. Ok. Maybe hate is too harsh a word. I seem to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; failing at things. The more I can't do something the more I want to prove to myself that I can do them. It was good that it helped me curb my fear of public speaking and became an emcee, and overcome my fear of intimacy to be with Mel. I just need to put this attitude into my work and relationships. I seem to fear pp disliking me! My god... And I can't help but agree with pp when they say how lousy am I at something etc, when I am in fact not. It's prob jus a self confidence issue, but it's driving me nuts. I couldn't perform well at work partly coz all these. I would hear a bad point of myself, agree, and wallow in depression of how lousy I am. Oh manz... what a loser! Ha... As I write these down, I start to feel how silly I am. It's ok. From now on, I'll pick myself up and do best at everything, no matter what it is. Fear is nothing when you meet it in the face. Anyway, seeing a half full glass of water is better than seeing a half empty glass of water. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-2950294812657365267?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2950294812657365267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=2950294812657365267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2950294812657365267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2950294812657365267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-finally-in-working-world-and.html' title='Braving Reality'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-350767762600662756</id><published>2007-11-17T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:31:35.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers answered</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was so devastated by the difficulty to find an interesting job I'll like with the remunerations I need and flexible time schedule (no OT). I was so desperate I prayed so hard. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a phone call came. In fact, 2. But I only answered one. Maybe it's destined. I never knew what the other phone call was about. The first call that came was from Beth, my previous Head of Assistant Coaches and previous Head of B Team. I was looking for a job, and I was suddenly set up for an interview with a very much possibly attainable job. I was really happy and headed down for an interview the next day. And hey presto! The one up there really answers the prayers. I now have a job and today's my 2nd day. The job's very interesting with great people, and high sense of achievement. And most importantly, my criterias are fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy working for **Beth coz she's really very result-oriented. In fact, it's very stressful. Haha... For me at least coz I am an innate perfectionist. I couldn't sleep well before I went for the job, and almost didn't sleep after my first day of job. Keke... Talk about insomnia. I was just so afraid of performing badly on my first perm job, especially when I'm sorta 'head hunted'. Hehe... I just like writing that, though I'm not. So here I am. I am officially a&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trainee dating consultant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on probation on 2 months. And hopefully before the end of the 2 months my bosses are satisfied enough with my performance that I can be upgraded to a perm with higher salary. Hee~ But it is really nice working there and I've started to learn a lot even though this is only my 2nd day. Phew~ Wish me all the best with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PS: Please don't look for Beth for any more jobs... I took the last one, that's why I didn't dare tell others I'm working for her. Hee.. Sorry to disappoint ar. I'm neither working a nightlife job as a dance hostess or being a financial consultant. Hahahaha~~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-350767762600662756?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/350767762600662756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=350767762600662756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/350767762600662756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/350767762600662756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/prayers-answered.html' title='Prayers answered'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3880705032993737345</id><published>2007-11-12T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:38:46.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charmed</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been catching up with my favourite show Charmed. Hee~ Guess my inner mismatcher and perfectionist self just couldn't bear being not good at my english during stage hosting. Keke.. After watching Charmed, I realize I really love that show and have missed a lot of it. I'm at Season 5 and it's soooo... NICE! And of course, my english is improving too. At least that's what I feel. Keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was what I supposed to be a not so good day. I left my makeup bag with Mel, and I had to go to get from him during his lunch time before my interview at 2pm. Which means, TIGHT SCHEDULE. And.. it had to rain so heavily all of a sudden when I have to get it. Nevermind. I used my big purple Ribena umbrella with a spoke poking out and walked all the way to his centre, which was only 2 streets away, which is a good thing. And Melvin have to be late. Argh. I called and msged and msged. But he didn't answer. He finally came out bout 5 minutes later. Ya. It's not a long time. But hey.. I'm on a tight schedule here. Then, I went for my interview. Things are fine. I was slightly before time and I settled easily into the interview room, filling out sheets and sheets of personality tests. Can you believe I did almost one hour of personality tests and filling up a job application form? Wow... There's really lots to fill up. Things went well... until I saw an old friend. It's nice meeting old friends... but overwhelming to meet them in a place where you want to apply a job and you didn't know they were there beforehand. And I am a competitive person. This 'unemployed' status is making me so jittery. I'm afraid of losing out to everyone out there who already got a job, and the last thing I need is for a friend old or new to be my superior or boss. Argh. I've enough of my own demons to deal with I don't need anymore new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT, things all of a sudden became so much better. I was so devastated meeting an old friend at a new hopeful workplace, especially after hearing from her that it's difficult to get a job with my time schedule (can't work OTs for Mon, Wed, Thurs, and sat only work till 12.30).  Yes. I am difficult. And I need a paycheck of at least 2.3K. It's not I want ok.. It's I NEED. But I work hard when I'm at it, I learn really fast and love learning, and I'm a real asset for any business. I am sure of that. Enough of that. Anyway, as I was saying, things became so much better all of a sudden. Two miracle phonecalls came in while I was ranting about how upset I was to Mel and Wanlin, and I suddenly felt so relieved and finally in control of my life. Hee~ I guess prayers do help and we can really get what we want if we wish hard and worked hard enough. Won't say much about the two phonecalls till everything's confirmed tmr. They may be false hopes... But I feel in control of a sudden, and got my life back. That's what it counts. Even if they fail, it's ok. Guess I'm still charmed enough.  Thanks to the one up there.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3880705032993737345?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3880705032993737345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3880705032993737345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3880705032993737345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3880705032993737345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/charmed.html' title='Charmed'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4746522770302986119</id><published>2007-11-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:38:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going Away~~!!</title><content type='html'>We're going away for a weekend trip!! Hee~ Melvin's been really busy lately and terribly stressed out. So we're going to Genting. See ya all when we're back!  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4746522770302986119?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4746522770302986119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4746522770302986119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4746522770302986119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4746522770302986119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-going-away.html' title='We&apos;re Going Away~~!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8879393136715766512</id><published>2007-10-27T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:47:22.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Audrey Hepburn Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyrKYGAo1CI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OFm--7BrTMw/s1600-h/Beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128133640993690658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyrKYGAo1CI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OFm--7BrTMw/s320/Beth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who weren't there at Beth's* wedding, here's some updates of it. Didn't manage to take pictures that day coz... I forgot to bring my cam!!! Duh. So silly...Keke.. And I took some pictures on my handphone but the **** bluetooth of my computer refuse to cooperate with me. So frustrating! So... There's no pictures. My apologies for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, the wedding's featured in Straits Times!! It was the first time a wedding is held in the Victoria Concert Hall so the news crew is there to catch it. Beth and Peter also donated $1000 from the wedding red packets to the Straits Times' School Pocket Money Fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was sitted in the concert hall to view the solemnization ceremony. I was sitting on the circle seats with Annie, Cynthia, Guoyao and Hengwai coz Cynthia has to help out with the DJ console. It was a good view. We could see everyone from on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth's wedding dress is really gorgeous. But it looks sooooooooooooo HEAVY! She nearly couldn't move up the stage coz of the dress. Later on she told me the dress weighed more than 10kg!!! Can you believe it? *faints* I think I won't be able to walk with that weight on me... And Beth is more slim than I am.. Wow! Hee.. I guess women will prefer beauty than convenience especially on their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The theme was Audrey Hepburn so everyone was supposed to dress like them. But most of us just didn't. Keke.. Very troublesome lehz... But I saw a few people who looked exactly like Audrey Hepburn. They're Jo's friends - Michelle and Esther both who were in WBG. Michelle was simply a replica of Audrey Hepburn with her tall birdnest hair, big sunglasses and gloved hands. And of course she won the competition with another guy called Mr Woon (If I didn't remember wrongly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only hiccup in the wedding was when the search for Audrey Hepburn lookalikes was on. The powerpoint slides couldn't be done on time so they had to just look for the winners at the reception. The winning prize was good. There's Indinine and some other prizes! Think got Dating Loft's package too. Hehe... Prizes worth more than $300 lehz... Shucks! I should have dressed up as Audrey Hepburn before I go. Anyway, too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the article on Beth's wedding in Straits Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128133658173559874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyrKZGAo1EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SfDVLk-GtRM/s320/img010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;*PS: For those who don't know, Beth was the Head of Assistant Coaches (AC) in WBG, and owns a joint venture Dating Loft company with her friends which was featured in magazines and news earlier this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** Some of the above mentioned may be inaccurate. Do correct me if so. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8879393136715766512?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8879393136715766512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8879393136715766512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8879393136715766512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8879393136715766512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/audrey-hepburn-wedding.html' title='The Audrey Hepburn Wedding'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyrKYGAo1CI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OFm--7BrTMw/s72-c/Beth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4080279775864162328</id><published>2007-10-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:30:31.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A GENIUS!</title><content type='html'>I'm so hooked to looking at my revamped blog~ So proud of myself! Keke.... Ok.. I know it's not much of a big deal. But I manage to change it in a few hours when I'm sick lei... Plus the fact that I was already sickened by programming, I can still bring myself to look at the HTML codes again and didn't know I can do it so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to go to Beth's wedding le. I'll try to upload the picturez tonight. Till then~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4080279775864162328?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4080279775864162328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4080279775864162328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4080279775864162328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4080279775864162328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-genius.html' title='I AM A GENIUS!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8977006302954925119</id><published>2007-10-26T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:53:43.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Tada~~!!! I've changed the outlook of my blog. I've also moved my tags to my new shoutbox. It looks so cool with all the special smilies. Phew~ Didn't know I still remember how to edit the HTML codings. Glad I've succeeded in this. I'll be revamping more of it when I've time. Maybe add a flash somewhere, and some nice picture layouts. Hope you like it.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8977006302954925119?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8977006302954925119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8977006302954925119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8977006302954925119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8977006302954925119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-739600450668807029</id><published>2007-10-26T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:47:42.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>Will be revamping my blog to prepare for a new phase in life. The big bang change is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-739600450668807029?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/739600450668807029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=739600450668807029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/739600450668807029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/739600450668807029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-1401291694687097207</id><published>2007-10-26T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:19:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps~</title><content type='html'>Today's Emcee event is postponed. Will let you guys know when it's confirmed when it'll be held. It turns out to be a good thing though. Fell even more sick today. Ha... Going to see a doctor at night with Melvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punggol Lodge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was discussing about the flat with Mel yesterday. He thinks that the flat will be oversubscribed coz of the high demand. Sigh... Hopefully we can get it. Punggol Lodge will only be done in 2012. If wait for the next project, dunno how long it'll be... I want my own house!! Blahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've sent in the HDB Loan Eligibility (HLE) form to get the HDB loan le. Hopefully we can get it too. I'll be going about to do the HDB loans and housing application next week. Pray hard for us that we get it k?? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's Beth's wedding, and the theme retro is out again. I'll probably just go normally but it'll be fun to go around with my camera and find anyone who dresses retro. Stay tune for pictures of tmr.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-1401291694687097207?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1401291694687097207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=1401291694687097207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/1401291694687097207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/1401291694687097207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/opps.html' title='Opps~'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8433462340876487109</id><published>2007-10-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:11:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Babblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's entry is really a series of random babblings. Brain can't really function coz not feeling so well. Ha~ Fell sick these few days and didn't really recover. Had to miss out my Iris Analyst test today.. Blahx.. Got to retake only a few months later liaoz. Sigh. So do bear with me if my entry's boring and confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Emcee assignment went quite well. Tmr's assignment will be Retro Night. Hee~ Should be quite fun though I still don't know what to wear. Just saw the repertoire. There's lindy hopping and other performances. If you wanna come, it's at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Square 2, 6-7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway... Was really busy the last few days though I was mostly at home. To those who don't know, I haven't started work yet. So these few days was looking through and applying for job. At first really wanna go UMC to work, but coz gotta wait a few months before knowing if they accept me, I'm looking for other jobs as well. It's a real big headache... So many jobs in the market... To look at all before deciding is so......... DIFFICULT! If you got any jobs anywhere to recommend do let me know. I'm looking for frontline jobs of at least 2K takehome and little/no OT. Keke~ I know I'm quite picky when choosing a job. I just feel that if wanna do, then do all the way and perform to the best. If don't wanna do, then totally don't do. So I want a job which I like and will work hard when I'm at it, and the pay is good enough to let me stay on. Yes. &lt;strong&gt;I Love MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel's been pretty busy with almost everything lately... Work, Grassroots and his tuition biz... His tuition biz is preparing to start now, so we've got many meetings to prepare for the opening. But everything's going well between both of us. Ever since his SCS in WBG, we've been doing quite well. We do have our occasional quarrels and fights, but we settle all of those very fast. Time seems to fly. Today's our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th month anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already~ Hee~ Happy Anniversary Dar~ Love ya~!!! *Muackx*&lt;you&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next week we'll be going to Genting to take a break from his busy schedule. Can't wait to sit on the rollercoasters and the sky drop!! It'll be so fun!!! Will update more after my trip there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just saw a news ad on a new Build to Order Flat today. It's so... NICE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyCtiGAo1AI/AAAAAAAAAgc/109hutogHqo/s1600-h/07OCTBTOPG_image3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125287177188070402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyCtiGAo1AI/AAAAAAAAAgc/109hutogHqo/s320/07OCTBTOPG_image3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Punggol Lodge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyCtiGAo1BI/AAAAAAAAAgk/achHRKsYGME/s1600-h/07OCTBTOPG_model_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125287177188070418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyCtiGAo1BI/AAAAAAAAAgk/achHRKsYGME/s320/07OCTBTOPG_model_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's quite a lot of facilities nearby too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Mel and I will be trying our chances and apply to see if we can get. Hopefully can get it~ It really looks nice and there's watersports facilities. I love anything to do with the water... I really hope to live in Punggol... But it's quite ex... Was calculating and calculating and calculating.. No wonder people say buying a house in Singapore is our first biggest investment. Phew~ Just a 4 room flat costs $190,000 - $234,000 for a mere 90sqm..!!! Sigh... So... better work hard in looking for a job... If you got any nice jobs, do let me know~ And don't go apply the same flat as ours. Later cannot get. keke...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8433462340876487109?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8433462340876487109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8433462340876487109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8433462340876487109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8433462340876487109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-babblings.html' title='Random Babblings'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RyCtiGAo1AI/AAAAAAAAAgc/109hutogHqo/s72-c/07OCTBTOPG_image3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-5519832220399204178</id><published>2007-10-19T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:04:15.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck!</title><content type='html'>I've another Emcee assignment tmr and next friday. Gotta find some funkish clothes for the Hip Hop - Fast and Furious theme. What the *** is funkish??? Wish me luck~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-5519832220399204178?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5519832220399204178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=5519832220399204178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5519832220399204178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5519832220399204178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-7922962635579799676</id><published>2007-10-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:43:19.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I begin today's posting on dreams, I just wanna say, my dad used his own way to apologise to me today. Hee~ He specially came home during lunch hour to give me a packet of vegetarian western food (which he'd almost never buy for me) . ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all my life that my dad is very MCP and always quick with his words. And when he becomes obnoxious, normally he can't sleep well at nght. But still his words pricked me a lot. Though I'm not completely healed, I'm glad my dad took a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good. Hee~ Especially when I've someone like Melvin always by my side (spiritually). Love you dar~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to Dreams!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went with Irene (Melvin's friend in case you don't know) to KTV in Hougang Plaza K Box to unleash all the suppressed emotions in me. All of a sudden, a phonecall came and I had to go for an event at night!!! So sudden! Haha.. I wanted to rest at home tonight coz hadn't been sleeping well lately so was feeling unwell. But anyway~ it was really lucky that I went to the event at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Thank You dinner at Mavis Tuition Centre's boss house. I also dunno what Thank You dinner it was, and didn't know the boss as well. But since got pp treat you to dinner, just go lo. Haha~ Typical Kiasu Singaporeans. Blahx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to that place with Melvin and his friends. When we reached there, Melvin and I were so wow-ed away by the grandness and size of the mansion. It's like the grandest house I've ever seen in Singapore. Maybe I'm just sua gu, but then... it's really so nice!! Like palace like that! And all of these came from a once small tuition centre. I'm impressed!!! Just to describe some of the things that blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;======================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A 3 level mansion with a porch that lets you park more than 5 cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 full-size knights (decorations) at lobby of the main entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A sound-proof theatre at the basement which you can also use for karaoke session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A big Jacuzzi bath tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The bathroom is bigger than my room! What the ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The shower is those kinda massaging kind!! VERY EX one!! (so tempted to try it out just now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Store/Guest room that is the size of my living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) There're so many beautiful ornaments, statues etc everywhere that it looks like it's exported from &lt;a href="http://thesims.ea.com/"&gt;The Sims&lt;/a&gt; (How can anyone spend so much on such exquisite decorations???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The young masters of the house is two very handsome, jappy eurasian kinda guys!!!! Too bad they're both married. One's called Melvin. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The family's doing Mavis Tuition Centre together. Both sons are teaching at Mavis. Shows how close the family's working together to get this biz going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The house is going to be torn down by the end of this month coz the family's rarely at home and the developer wants to use it to build 8 &lt;strong&gt;BUNGALOWS&lt;/strong&gt;, not terraces or semi-ds. (Imagine how big the place is???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing the place, Melvin, his friends and I were flabbergasted. Melvin and I have decided to work really hard from now to get a life as good as this and of course, a close-knitted family (I add one). I believe we'll be able to see the results in 20 years time. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-7922962635579799676?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7922962635579799676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=7922962635579799676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7922962635579799676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7922962635579799676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreams-part-1.html' title='Dreams - Part 1'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3583921443018972279</id><published>2007-10-09T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T02:16:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to live my life...</title><content type='html'>I haven't blog for quite some time. To say the truth, I've just been rather moody lately. And I don't like to blog when I'm unhappy because I don't like to disclose things that are dear to me to others. But maybe I'd feel better after writing it down and finally embrace the matter more light-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://verityy.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-right-blame-your-parents.html"&gt;ace baby's blog&lt;/a&gt;, with a quite recent entry from Angel (his mum). That cliques a lot with what I've been feeling. After the last POV with Master Hiromi in January this year, I opened up a lot of my feelings. In the past, my feelings were all locked up. I don't know what I'm feeling most of the time, and don't know why I'm feeling my feelings. I can be suddenly very depressed, yet when my friends ask me why, I don't even have the answer. I'll ponder many times over what exactly I was feeling and why I feel depressed, but I simply don't know. I was a walking zombie. I can smile, I can cheer people up, I can be very ecstatic and enthusiastic about everything, but I can't make myself happy. I'd hide at home and cry or just do nothing. Or I'd spend $400 in a store buying just a few pieces of clothes, or I'd just eat. But nothing really makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After POV, my feelings unlocked. I can feel. I can love. I got myself a wonderful boyfriend, and know that I can live my own life and search for my own meaning in life. At the same time, my anger is also unleashed. I realize I am so angry with my parents. After POV, I find it difficult to really talk to my family members especially my dad and my aunt or whoever wants me to just follow whatever they say. In the past, I could act-as-if everything didn't matter, as long as I love them it doesn't matter how they treat me and they'd reciprocate in the end. I can pretend to be nice and everything because I can't feel. But now that I can feel, it's so difficult... It's just so so difficult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to the point that I really hate my dad... I hate him for being so MCP and all that he does just so that he is powerful over me and makes me feel powerless. I hate him for making me feel so unloved and powerless over my own life, and I hate myself for hating him. I understand that he really loves me a lot. I know that it is a fact, and that he just don't know how to express himself. But the way he's treating me and the way he's making everyone treat me really drives me crazy. The way he humiliates me in front of others, the way he wants me to listen to him and follow, the way he makes me know that I have no rights at all, the way he makes everyone blame me, the way he drives me away... I cannot stand it anymore. All I want to do is to leave. Leave and give each other space so that we can start loving each other. My tears can't stop flowing, my heart can't stop breaking. It feels terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to own my own life. My life is mine, and no others. No one can take it away from me no matter who he or she is. It doesn't matter what happens, as long as it is my decision and my way of steering my life. It is mine. I will put in all my heart and soul to live it, and to choose the way I live it. I will work to my best, play to my best, love to my best, and contribute to my best. I will die the day knowing I had lived my own life, and no one has the right to manipulate my life. If in the process of making my own decisions I've hurt anyone, making them think I don't care for them at all, I'm really sorry... I just want to live my life.. It doesn't mean you are not important to me if I don't listen to you. Do you understand? Can you just love me for who I am? Because I really love you... Why isn't all that I've done ever be good enough for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3583921443018972279?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3583921443018972279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3583921443018972279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3583921443018972279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3583921443018972279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/living.html' title='I want to live my life...'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4343620424841867628</id><published>2007-09-30T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:32:25.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished Again~!</title><content type='html'>Phew~ I am so tired..!! Finally finished my emcee assignments for CJSOPA today. Today's fashion show was a really nerve racking one. Firstly, I've to speak completely in fluent english, secondly, there must be a certain slang to it that makes it sound like good english, thirdly it's a fashion show which I've completely no knowledge of, fourthly, I was late for the preparation so was kanchiong all the way from 1.30pm till after the fashion show at 5pm, and lastly, there was so many technicality faults today. *Sweats* And I had no time for lunch until after the event, so I was hungry throughout. I was sponsored with a lovely dress from Jems to wear throughout the show, and realize only after that in my haste, I forgot to slot the belt into the belt holes of the dress. No wonder it was so loose and nearly drop to my waist. Haha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, it was an exciting event and I really learnt a lot about impromptu hosting, keeping my head with me, and being on my toes all the time, and to host in a language I'm not comfortable with. If we really want to do something, we definitely can if we put in our 100%. It only depends on whether we want it or not. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're some pictures taken by Melvin of today's event. Enjoy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm on stage~!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-sskoSzHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/spbHOVkK3rk/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115997583463074930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-sskoSzHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/spbHOVkK3rk/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preparing to go on stage again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-1DEoSzSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QURFAY9t8VQ/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116006766103153954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-1DEoSzSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QURFAY9t8VQ/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I go again~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115997566283205714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-srkoSzFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0o6-wSl_Sb8/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Cool dance moves~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-z0koSzPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/vtuHpbBxreA/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116005417483422962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-z0koSzPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/vtuHpbBxreA/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So many pp watching and filming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116005387418651842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-zy0oSzMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0jNzZv8cJX0/s320/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Entire cast of today's show&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116007951514127730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-2IEoSzXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/os2dWJFvM7U/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My family viewing from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-2HkoSzWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/izaaRFSdaig/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116007942924193122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-2HkoSzWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/izaaRFSdaig/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115997596347976850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-stUoSzJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1Q_sm67vRCc/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Say Cheese~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-1CUoSzRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/caeWrZVyYMw/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116006753218252050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-1CUoSzRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/caeWrZVyYMw/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind the scenes:&lt;/strong&gt; So nervous~!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting for cue...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115997587758042242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-ss0oSzII/AAAAAAAAAeM/ESzjcLNmmFs/s320/P1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Argh! Need to go on stage again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-1D0oSzUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/K3hggm9ddmQ/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116006778988055874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-1D0oSzUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/K3hggm9ddmQ/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't disturb me! I need to memorize my lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116005348763946162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-zwkoSzLI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BDj-ES7GhLU/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Memorizing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-zzkoSzNI/AAAAAAAAAew/ezrYloPcuhs/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116005400303553746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-zzkoSzNI/AAAAAAAAAew/ezrYloPcuhs/s320/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And memorizing... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116020136336346498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv_BNUoSzYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/FtmQNIUF-dU/s320/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And memorizing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-z0EoSzOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LqQnCyAA6g4/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116005408893488354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-z0EoSzOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LqQnCyAA6g4/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can we not have pics of Mel &amp;amp; I? Hee~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116006740333350146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-1BkoSzQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TWX59IShf70/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My scary eye shadow~ Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116007908564454738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-2FkoSzVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/vma7dkN-_yE/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4343620424841867628?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4343620424841867628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4343620424841867628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4343620424841867628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4343620424841867628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/phew-i-am-so-tired.html' title='Mission Accomplished Again~!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rv-sskoSzHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/spbHOVkK3rk/s72-c/P1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4116336657058456550</id><published>2007-09-28T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:55:03.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Love</title><content type='html'>Beth's getting married~ Hehe... Just got Beth's wedding invitation card for her wedding on Oct 27th. Her card's really nice and personalized. Next time if I wanna do, must go ask her about it. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember months ago, Beth say she don't wanna find a boyfriend so fast. She's focusing on her career. All of a sudden, she has this really good looking and charming boyfriend, and the next thing I know, she's getting married on Oct! Wow~! We really never know how things will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I kept having doubts about finding a boyfriend of what I want (I've a book of 68 written criterias of my boyfriend-to-be). I've been single for about 3 years and counting.. And even though I have so many guy friends, I don't have a boyfriend for that 3 years. Sometimes I was even worried I'll never find a boyfriend and stay single for the rest of my life. *Shivers* I can't deal with that. I yearn for romance and a family much more than the freedom of a single. Now, I suddenly have a boyfriend out of the streets. So sudden that people kept asking me who he actually was and how I got to know him, and whether they have seen him before. They had always thought maybe I would get together with this guy or that guy, and suddenly I was with another guy! Hahahaha~~~ Just like the mismatcher me to surprise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never did regret my choice in choosing Melvin as my boyfriend. In fact, I feel so blessed to have chosen Melvin. To me, he's not perfect, yet he fits me perfectly. I love him for his filial piety, his responsibility, his willingness to do anything for me (Like coming to my place at 3plus in the morning), his playfulness. And even more so, I love him for his wily-ness (which many people prob won't like), for his silly tempers, for his big pot of vinegar, for his idiotic manner of I'm always Right, for his unknowing control over me, for his weird taste of things, for his uncle-ness. Haha.. I really love him lots. Blahx. I think I'm lucky to have found him. Hee~ THINK only, don't think too much. =Pp If he knows it, he'll probably say, I told you so! You see... You're so lucky to have a boyfriend like me. He is so silly. But that's part of what I love about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love is like this. It takes two to clap. Rather than waiting for unrequited love and make yourself suffer without experiencing the wonders of love, why not just let go and embrace the love given to you? I had unrequited love as well towards many different people. But I'm lucky to have been able to let go and grab hold of this Prince Charming who has been waiting for my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every woman has the right to love and be loved. Whether you're fat, skinny, clever, stupid, evil or good, you will be loved. It is not a question, but a fact. There's always someone out there waiting to give us their love and receive ours. We are born, man and woman, meant for each other. Don't deny yourself of such opportunities. Let go of all the hesitation your ego's telling you that you're not worth it or that you've to wait for another. Because you truly are deserving of true love. We are each a jewel deep beneath. Let go, reach out, and you will realize the love waiting for you is truly magical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4116336657058456550?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4116336657058456550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4116336657058456550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4116336657058456550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4116336657058456550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/talking-about-love.html' title='Talking about Love'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4486476202736441191</id><published>2007-09-26T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:50:52.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Laptop's Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally my laptop's finished all its repairs!!! Hehehe.... So happy~~ Now I can use my laptop to my heart's delight. No need to wait for my bro to finish using the com everyday. As and when I wanna use my laptop I can do it. And I can even bring it out with me everyday! I never knew the greatness of a laptop until now~ Haha... But of course, last time I can't live without my laptop. Gotta carry it everywhere I am. To tuition, to wbg, to school, to everywhere. Now I can live without it, and celebrate the greatness of having it~ Hehe.. It really takes for one to lose something before knowing the preciousness of it. So cherish everything and everyone you have now, and not wait till the day you lose it before knowing how much you should have treasured it. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4486476202736441191?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4486476202736441191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4486476202736441191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4486476202736441191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4486476202736441191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-laptops-back.html' title='My Laptop&apos;s Back!!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4095644384872629082</id><published>2007-09-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:36:04.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trip to JB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't had much to do the other day so went to JB with Melvin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Hotel Room&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113077821745581074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNMEoSzBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JkTmvQh5Jxw/s320/P1010081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*Views from our room*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNLkoSzAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/M2oUkCM29TI/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113077813155646466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNLkoSzAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/M2oUkCM29TI/s320/P1010079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071160251304882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVHIUoSy7I/AAAAAAAAAck/sS9XTwozmJA/s320/P1010075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVHIkoSy8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/T4tN3mFXqC8/s1600-h/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071164546272194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVHIkoSy8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/T4tN3mFXqC8/s320/P1010076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid Mel ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113068385702431394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVEm0oSyqI/AAAAAAAAAac/OmG1hTt8jio/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Using Melvin to pose~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take 1!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113068389997398706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVEnEoSyrI/AAAAAAAAAak/oYt48yYB3qA/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113068394292366018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVEnUoSysI/AAAAAAAAAas/ew4UzP2KWoQ/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113068398587333330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVEnkoSytI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sgU8_cULA4c/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say Cheese~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113069476624124642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVFmUoSyuI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uqTcIvEkC8g/s320/P1010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See how long you can ignore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVFmkoSyvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/X5lrsumHWQQ/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113069480919091954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVFmkoSyvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/X5lrsumHWQQ/s320/P1010044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVFm0oSywI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jnMwdTzZHAA/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113069485214059266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVFm0oSywI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jnMwdTzZHAA/s320/P1010048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mel's big foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVFnUoSyyI/AAAAAAAAAbc/K4dUxJE9jfc/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113069493803993890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVFnUoSyyI/AAAAAAAAAbc/K4dUxJE9jfc/s320/P1010056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGTEoSyzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/127aZiJR7BQ/s1600-h/P1010057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070245423270706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGTEoSyzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/127aZiJR7BQ/s320/P1010057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGTUoSy0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/d2qerGNbTN8/s1600-h/P1010061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070249718238018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGTUoSy0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/d2qerGNbTN8/s320/P1010061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I lost to a remote control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGTkoSy1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/UgmtKmVqnpE/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070254013205330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGTkoSy1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/UgmtKmVqnpE/s320/P1010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a blur tv with silly variety shows and lousy hosts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGT0oSy2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/UCZyBv7MEVw/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070258308172642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGT0oSy2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/UCZyBv7MEVw/s320/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGUEoSy3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/-HG_9bJlupI/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070262603139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVGUEoSy3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/-HG_9bJlupI/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiya.. Who cares~! I'm having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVHHUoSy4I/AAAAAAAAAcM/sZaTX2DaUkk/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071143071435650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVHHUoSy4I/AAAAAAAAAcM/sZaTX2DaUkk/s320/P1010066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice specs right? From my aunt's shop in queensway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVHH0oSy5I/AAAAAAAAAcU/V81otfbhaUE/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071151661370258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVHH0oSy5I/AAAAAAAAAcU/V81otfbhaUE/s320/P1010067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gifts from Wonghao from HK Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113068381407464082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVEmkoSypI/AAAAAAAAAaU/YbOTlOFBsm4/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mid-Autumn Festival @ Square 2 - MC Show 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNMUoSzCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hfoaqelVLl8/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113077826040548386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNMUoSzCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hfoaqelVLl8/s320/P1010085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See~ I can be a MC too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNM0oSzDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/x9or_4H5bZc/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113077834630482994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNM0oSzDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/x9or_4H5bZc/s320/P1010092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNNEoSzEI/AAAAAAAAAds/X9t49LdFNIo/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113077838925450306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNNEoSzEI/AAAAAAAAAds/X9t49LdFNIo/s320/P1010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't get enough of me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVLmEoSy-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/vNn8jq0qkVI/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113076069398924258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVLmEoSy-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/vNn8jq0qkVI/s320/P1010097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiya, just j/k la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVLmUoSy_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/SmlX4RizyNk/s1600-h/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113076073693891570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVLmUoSy_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/SmlX4RizyNk/s320/P1010098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4095644384872629082?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4095644384872629082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4095644384872629082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4095644384872629082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4095644384872629082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RvVNMEoSzBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JkTmvQh5Jxw/s72-c/P1010081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-7964638572366321832</id><published>2007-09-22T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:26:20.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>Yay~!!! I finally ended my MC hosting well today. The sunday show was changed to today 2-3pm. Phew~!!! Feel accomplished coz I was not as nervous yesterday and today, and managed to host it well. At least that's what I think la. Hee.. Of course, there's still lots of areas to be improved. But I'm very satisfied for my first 3 appearances on stage at somewhere unfamiliar this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll be hosting a fashion show for CJSOPA. Hee... I'm sure it'll be great fun. If you're interested in seeing beautiful gals strutting down the aisle, do drop by next sunday. Will update more details when I know. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overseas Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Batam on Oct 13, 14th with Wanlin and Pan and our counterparts! So cool!! Hehe... I'm so excited. We'll be booking our trip on Mon. Can't wait for the day to come. It'll be so fun to have all of us go overseas together. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-7964638572366321832?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7964638572366321832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=7964638572366321832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7964638572366321832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7964638572366321832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-i-finally-ended-my-mc-hosting-well.html' title='Mission Accomplished!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-5817820529623223308</id><published>2007-09-17T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:38:27.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news to announce</title><content type='html'>I’ve been in a streak of good luck lately. Hee... I’ve always enjoyed being an MC on stage, be it in SCS or events. And now, I’ve got the chance to MC on a public stage! I’m really excited of what the future holds, at the same time so afraid I’ll mess it all up. Ha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, MC is really fun. It’s like watching a horror movie or sitting on a rollercoaster. You’d be so terrified when the rollercoaster’s going up. You see no end to it and so scared of what’ll happen next. And when you reach the tip of the rollercoaster, you’re so terrified and think that you can no longer go on. You’ll die if it starts to go down. But when it’s going down, you scream your lungs out and your adrenaline starts pumping. Wow! It’s so fun! And the cycle goes on until the end of the rollercoaster ride. Hehe.. being an MC is just like that. Days before the on stage performance, I can’t sleep at night and get so nervous. I’ll keep preparing and preparing, memorizing and memorizing. There’s no end of preparation for it. Then just before going on stage, it’s so so so terrifying that I just want to go home and wished I never signed up on it. Once I’m on stage, legs start trembling, and I’ll start mumbling. Then my adrenaline starts pumping and I’ll talk about anything to my heart's delight. Hehe… And everyone will have to listen to you coz they got no choice. The mike’s in your control! Just the right thing for the attention seeking me. Blahx. But it’s really great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Public Appearance as MC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.battleofthevoices.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Battle of Voices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Quarter Finals – Hougang Mall, 8 Sep 07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sheer luck that I got the chance to MC in the BOV quarter finals. Mel was looking for MCs and got me to go since I was an MC for SCS. I think he was partly thinking, you always say SCS so good this and that. Then let me see how good you are as an MC and prove me wrong. Haha.. Ok. Maybe he wasn’t really thinking this way. But it all turned out really well. I was so nervous when I was on stage to MC this event coz there were so many audiences down below, and I didn’t know my co-host until then. I took the one hour before the event to chat with my co-host and got as ready as I can before time’s up. And, I’m definitely not ready when the event’s to begin. I’ll never be ready before any event! It’s so terrifying to see the hundreds of people looking at you while you’re on stage. Luckily everything turned out so well. The audience at Hougang Mall were very receptive and the mood was great. I stumbled through the opening, and got a few mistakes in calling the judges as the panel of jury and vice versa, but other than that, everything turned out really well. Hehehe… Melvin even said I was really great as an MC! So proud of myself. See, WBG trained us well ar! The event ended with a high note and one of the judges, Celine from Celine Jessandra School of Performing Arts (CJSOPA, pronounced as CJ-SOPA) even invited me to be the host for her mid-autumn event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... one thing leads to another…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mid-Autumn Event @ Square 2 – 16 Sep 07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event was by management of Square 2 and CJSOPA. Days before this event, I was so so so nervous! This was the first time I’m officially employed on payroll for being an MC. The amount of preparation I did was humongous, but even so it wasn’t sufficient to prepare me. When I finally stood on the stage of Square 2, I was so so nervous! My legs were trembling as I addressed the audience. I think it was because I was unfamiliar with Square 2 and its stage, the audience looked so hostile to me. And of course, I was unfamiliar with the performers and artistes of CJSOPA, so I felt so alien to everything. Sigh. I felt like I messed up my start. But it was great that Celine was so supportive, and encouraged me on. My performance later improved and I slowly picked myself up on stage. Phew. But still feel bad. I couldn’ve done so so so so so much better!!! Blahx. Anyway, the performers, artistes and guest artiste of CJSOPA were really good!! I always loved to sing and enjoyed listening to good singers. I must say, the performers of CJSOPA were marvelous. They were all very different individuals, yet Celine could combine their strengths together and make such a great vocal performance. There were two artistes who exceptionally impressed me a lot. One was Charlene, a guest artiste of CJSOPA. She could sing really really well. Even waitresses of one of the restaurant at level 4 came out just to look at her sing. Another was a young artiste by the name of Josephine. She’s only 17 this year, yet she not only sings well, and dances so well! She choreographed her own Korean dance and performed the dance routine on stage. It was really good. *Impressed* ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feel that I could learn loads from this group of people at CJSOPA. All are so young, yet working so hard towards their dreams. I’ve still got two more mid-autumn events with them this Friday and Sunday. If you’re interested in listening to great songs and supporting these next rising stars of Singapore, do come down to support us at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Square 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Sep 6-6.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 Sep 3-4pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru4fMoM7lEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dQ8aNltfSmY/s1600-h/CelineJ-logo(web).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111056928922637378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru4fMoM7lEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dQ8aNltfSmY/s320/CelineJ-logo(web).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Celine Jessandra School of Performing Arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;177B Thomson Road (Goldhill Centre) Singapore 307625&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tel: (65) 254 0702 Fax: (65) 6254 1896&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re one who loves singing and performing, or simply loves Korean culture, I’ll recommend CJSOPA. It seems like a really great school with close-knitted students. And Celine’s a really nice person. CJSOPA, or Celine Jessandra School of Performing Arts is the only school in Singapore which teaches Korean vocals and dance. If you wanna learn the 电臀, hehe… you can go for it too! Courses provided are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vocal (Singing): English, Mandarin, Korean&lt;br /&gt;- Dance: Hip-Hop, Korean Hip-Hop&lt;br /&gt;- Korean Language Course&lt;br /&gt;- Piano&lt;br /&gt;- Kids' Course&lt;br /&gt;- Talent Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website’s under construction so you can mail to &lt;a href="mailto:aspire@celinejessandra.com"&gt;aspire@celinejessandra.com&lt;/a&gt; for more information or you can also click on this link that I found: &lt;a href="http://www.battleofthevoices.com/performing.html"&gt;http://www.battleofthevoices.com/performing.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-5817820529623223308?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5817820529623223308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=5817820529623223308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5817820529623223308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5817820529623223308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-news-to-announce.html' title='Good news to announce'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru4fMoM7lEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dQ8aNltfSmY/s72-c/CelineJ-logo(web).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-2682874282990807717</id><published>2007-09-14T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:01:31.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons of updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So many things to blog but so little time to use the computer. All thanks to my computer hogging brother. Haha~ So I shall go one by one, starting with the Cruise trip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Board Our Dream Voyage in SuperStar Virgo: Sep 29 - 31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110012044983898690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupo4YM7kkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/XuQC4X0xM9w/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110109841389228914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RurB04M7k3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/nISPtKUDOv0/s320/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110012057868800610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupo5IM7kmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KZ7MHSasXl0/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beautiful night view of Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110109849979163522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RurB1YM7k4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/wsyRaG9MgWo/s320/P1010319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110747777176671154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0GBoM7k7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/an2JLFGgVe4/s320/Cruise-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's 12 levels on board! Really feels like Titanic. Hee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110109867159032738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RurB2YM7k6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/43l-QCba9dw/s320/P1010346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110109854274130834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RurB1oM7k5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/yUXNoxnQnjk/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open air events area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupqJYM7koI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6sIPHOqR2-c/s1600-h/room2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110013436553302658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupqJYM7koI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6sIPHOqR2-c/s320/room2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*~ Our Room~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110016769447924514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuptLYM7kyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/CSq7zEpGLT8/s320/P1010314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touring the ship&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110013475208008370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupqLoM7krI/AAAAAAAAAXE/i2pIH4Htg5U/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful sun(before it)rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110014523180028642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuprIoM7kuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZUFil0rCjXA/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Melvin: Wake up so early, take more pictures!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuprI4M7kvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7qaBIvL69mY/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110014527474995954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuprI4M7kvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7qaBIvL69mY/s320/P1010133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half awake @ 7am~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuptLIM7kxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/C8wQOnpEeB4/s1600-h/P1010255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110016765152957202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuptLIM7kxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/C8wQOnpEeB4/s320/P1010255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En-Route to Redang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupnzoM7kgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8RkUuH2b5QM/s1600-h/P1010238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110010863867892226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupnzoM7kgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8RkUuH2b5QM/s320/P1010238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupnz4M7khI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3jdbxNVhY6M/s1600-h/P1010240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110010868162859538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupnz4M7khI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3jdbxNVhY6M/s320/P1010240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupn2YM7kiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zWFYSojX7Nw/s1600-h/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110010911112532514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupn2YM7kiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zWFYSojX7Nw/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupqKYM7kpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6caVQTTKygo/s1600-h/us+edt+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110013453733171858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupqKYM7kpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6caVQTTKygo/s320/us+edt+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 沫沫茶馆 in Redang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RurB0YM7k2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/U4CXGMxt69g/s1600-h/P1010201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110109832799294306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RurB0YM7k2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/U4CXGMxt69g/s320/P1010201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuprJoM7kwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/oqSO7RGPlbA/s1600-h/P1010191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110014540359897858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuprJoM7kwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/oqSO7RGPlbA/s320/P1010191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous 3 Golden Horse on Superstar Virgo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110013458028139170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupqKoM7kqI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wMN5tzdmIoo/s320/rock+climb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Climbing the Superstar Virgo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110016790922761042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuptMoM7k1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/hGTxAXTwx6o/s320/P1010359.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our cruise group with Mika, our fantastic waiteress from the Western Restaurant, and the pianist on the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupo34M7kjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UZzxm4vckCo/s1600-h/IMG_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110012036393964082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupo34M7kjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UZzxm4vckCo/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cruise team baby - Yang Yang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't she adorable????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110012049278866002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupo4oM7klI/AAAAAAAAAWU/f_9u85UOs8o/s320/P1010273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wide array of food at BBQ dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110012062163767922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupo5YM7knI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WtZycp2SaEY/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110016778037859122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuptL4M7kzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GpchjiXh3q0/s320/P1010337.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;' Beautiful' crew in wait of Miss Universe competition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110016782332826434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuptMIM7k0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/lYYK1CBYopM/s320/P1010338.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hehe~ Sexy~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110014514590094034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RuprIIM7ktI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qZKrB2mb9fc/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupnyoM7keI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MEbm_AZBCng/s1600-h/P1010223+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110010846688023010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RupnyoM7keI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MEbm_AZBCng/s320/P1010223+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't get enough of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupny4M7kfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Jg3gfagFsaI/s1600-h/us+edt+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110010850982990322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupny4M7kfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Jg3gfagFsaI/s320/us+edt+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~*My beautiful backview*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The cruise was extremely enjoyable and exceeded my expectations. I love the service on board the ship. It’s absolutely first class! I haven’t seen people so happy with serving customers. If you haven’t been on board Superstar Virgo yet, you really have to go and experience it. Just some time ago, there’s a promo for it. Do check it out~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel's Cousin's Bday @ Vivocity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110747785766605762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0GCIM7k8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/zeRo8IpDSJg/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Birthday boy celebrating his 4th year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0GCYM7k9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/A8OE6ZxkJls/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110747790061573074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0GCYM7k9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/A8OE6ZxkJls/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0GCoM7k-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hpGTVHAzygc/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110747794356540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0GCoM7k-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hpGTVHAzygc/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't he cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New games discovered in Yahoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered some really fun games! I was bored the last week at home coz really sian of working as surveyor, and for the last two days I was sick. Some of the games in Yahoo! are really very fun! Hehe… I enjoyed playing different trial games for hours. Of course, not all games are terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’re some games I recommend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0R1IM7lAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JPFehoNeQX8/s1600-h/weddingdash_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~*Wedding Dash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110761250489078834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0SR4M7lDI/AAAAAAAAAaE/sDql2SKy1b8/s320/weddingdash_logo.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Game Features:&lt;br /&gt;2 modes: Career, Endless Reception.&lt;br /&gt;9 wedding mishaps to overcome - everything from bees to bridezillas, tipsy guests, falling cakes, and catty bridesmaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Description:&lt;br /&gt;Help Quinn make wedding bells ring! Featuring the hilarious ups and downs of wedding day drama, Wedding Dash incorporates the plate-spinning fun from the Diner Dash series with the added challenge of pulling off the perfect wedding reception. Can you keep the bride and groom happy and Quinn's business afloat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;Really fun game! The game tests you on memory skills of how well you can remember what the couple wants, and fast-pace action in the wedding reception. Very addictive and I simply love the game graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ravenhearst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0SRoM7lCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/K3K_-HkeKpY/s1600-h/ravenhearst_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110761246194111522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ru0SRoM7lCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/K3K_-HkeKpY/s320/ravenhearst_logo.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Game Features:&lt;br /&gt;32 beautifully new, unique rooms&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of puzzles to solve&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of hidden objects&lt;br /&gt;Changing levels enhance replay value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Description:&lt;br /&gt;The recently acquired diary of Emma Ravenhearst may hold the key to unraveling the history of this unsettling place, yet the pages are missing. Players assume the role of Master Detective to unlock secrets held within Ravenhearst, scouring 32 rooms in the manor for cleverly hidden clues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;Really nice graphics with difficult yet not too difficult objects to find. I especially love the bonus stage where you’ve to figure out what to do next with the clues given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this link for never-ending fun of free trial games: &lt;a href="http://games.yahoo.com/all-games"&gt;http://games.yahoo.com/all-games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-2682874282990807717?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2682874282990807717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=2682874282990807717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2682874282990807717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2682874282990807717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/tons-of-updates.html' title='Tons of updates'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rupo4YM7kkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/XuQC4X0xM9w/s72-c/P1010005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-5411292216648853778</id><published>2007-09-01T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:51:03.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from CRUISE~!!!</title><content type='html'>I’m back from cruise!!!! Hehe… I’ve been wanting to go cruise for such a long long long long long time!!! For as long as I remember, I just wanna go cruise! Hee.. To quote Melvin: “终于了了你六年的心愿 hor?” Haha… It’s so cool and fun to be on it. Yet at the same time, quite scary for the claustrophobic me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (wide eyed): The ship won’t sink right??&lt;br /&gt;Melvin: Won’t la. If it sink even better right? We can get a lot of money (as compensation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahx! Anyway, I’m still feeling ship-lag. The ground seems to be still shaking under me, and I'm so giddy. Will post pictures when Melvin come my place later with it.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-5411292216648853778?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5411292216648853778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=5411292216648853778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5411292216648853778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5411292216648853778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-from-cruise.html' title='Back from CRUISE~!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-5466937439740341308</id><published>2007-08-22T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:31:39.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Melvin's Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199052338253154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZgsMuTWI/AAAAAAAAATs/6EuDYxlRH9Y/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Our Graduation Cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a Birthday post dedicated to my dearest boyfriend..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Strongly not advisable for the diabetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199812547464594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssaM8MuTZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/W41QBwX_Kns/s320/Image(43).jpg" border="0" /&gt;..Our First Date in Sentosa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199812547464610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssaM8MuTaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Btqh73yQCus/s320/Image(61).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..The luge we sat on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssbEcMuTbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/x8kEb4prA3Y/s1600-h/P1010084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101200766030204338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssbEcMuTbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/x8kEb4prA3Y/s320/P1010084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..Our first overseas trip to Port Dickson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101200774620138946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssbE8MuTcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G_3J_p5TbwU/s320/P1010200.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;..How I made you carry me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZ48MuTXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uryf8GkHUUg/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199468950080882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZ48MuTXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uryf8GkHUUg/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..Happy times at Jewel Box..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZ5cMuTYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AMhnh2-p9XE/s1600-h/P1010132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199477540015490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZ5cMuTYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AMhnh2-p9XE/s320/P1010132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..Using everything as our camera stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199035158383938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZfsMuTUI/AAAAAAAAATc/f3Zt3pM2gUw/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;..The day we graduated together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZesMuTSI/AAAAAAAAATM/2ImklKZY8co/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199017978514722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZesMuTSI/AAAAAAAAATM/2ImklKZY8co/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..Beautiful flowers given to you by your sis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199022273482034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZe8MuTTI/AAAAAAAAATU/xoWumh7q700/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;..and how you transferred them to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101199043748318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZgMMuTVI/AAAAAAAAATk/KbiAaTPmJD4/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;..How you always love to act cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssePMMuTdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1nybW6j7vkc/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101204249248681426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssePMMuTdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1nybW6j7vkc/s320/P1010072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..Ok you did give me a very cute doggie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RsseQ8MuTeI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WRpLHy8A4OQ/s1600-h/P1010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101204279313452514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RsseQ8MuTeI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WRpLHy8A4OQ/s320/P1010074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..Ok and a bouquet of flowers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hee.. I love you so MUCH! Happy Birthday~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-5466937439740341308?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5466937439740341308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=5466937439740341308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5466937439740341308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5466937439740341308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-melvins-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Melvin&apos;s Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssZgsMuTWI/AAAAAAAAATs/6EuDYxlRH9Y/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-2379518462374152061</id><published>2007-08-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:33:49.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and more pictures~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been ill since last tues. Not much brain juice left so I don’t know what to write, but just wanna post my pictures. Hehe.. Enjoy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Present from Melvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIYcMuS-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Ry7JflHw4eA/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101180218906659810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIYcMuS-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Ry7JflHw4eA/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIY8MuS_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KN6zTJ-w1Gw/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101180227496594418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIY8MuS_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KN6zTJ-w1Gw/s320/P1010072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIZ8MuTAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/82c5UhgPPl4/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101180244676463618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIZ8MuTAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/82c5UhgPPl4/s320/P1010069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIaMMuTBI/AAAAAAAAARE/w6cenzj3Clg/s1600-h/P1010070.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101180248971430930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIaMMuTBI/AAAAAAAAARE/w6cenzj3Clg/s320/P1010070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't she just so... lovable??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Fireworks watching in Marina Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssL18MuTRI/AAAAAAAAATE/xOUem8R0Xck/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101184024247684370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssL18MuTRI/AAAAAAAAATE/xOUem8R0Xck/s320/P1010048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowd at stairway of Marina Square awaiting NDP celebration Fireworks (from China)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures of new office before launch (for the benefit of MJ in HK)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKBcMuTEI/AAAAAAAAARc/tlNbvTQI2fE/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182022792924226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKBcMuTEI/AAAAAAAAARc/tlNbvTQI2fE/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to the new office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182039972793442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKCcMuTGI/AAAAAAAAARs/TRJLgUI7BQA/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKx8MuTII/AAAAAAAAAR8/AN4jkFhGbUE/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182856016579714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKx8MuTII/AAAAAAAAAR8/AN4jkFhGbUE/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKzMMuTKI/AAAAAAAAASM/fR39f4IllIk/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182877491416226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKzMMuTKI/AAAAAAAAASM/fR39f4IllIk/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKzsMuTLI/AAAAAAAAASU/OumpJzbAlZU/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182886081350834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKzsMuTLI/AAAAAAAAASU/OumpJzbAlZU/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssK0cMuTMI/AAAAAAAAASc/Se6GCtO4hz0/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182898966252738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssK0cMuTMI/AAAAAAAAASc/Se6GCtO4hz0/s320/P1010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182031382858834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKB8MuTFI/AAAAAAAAARk/FhHFSOouJRc/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKC8MuTHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PKlpMYu9PYk/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182048562728050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKC8MuTHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PKlpMYu9PYk/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssLzcMuTNI/AAAAAAAAASk/xXpM4W_WkM8/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101183981298011346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssLzcMuTNI/AAAAAAAAASk/xXpM4W_WkM8/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CEO Mr Nicholas Chia's Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssLz8MuTOI/AAAAAAAAASs/7_pvtz8p_TM/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101183989887945954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssLz8MuTOI/AAAAAAAAASs/7_pvtz8p_TM/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Artistic landscape view from CEO's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssL0sMuTPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1WBFgFsQRl8/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101184002772847858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssL0sMuTPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1WBFgFsQRl8/s320/P1010039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landscape View from CEO's office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKycMuTJI/AAAAAAAAASE/JsyF1N5E9Vo/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182864606514322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssKycMuTJI/AAAAAAAAASE/JsyF1N5E9Vo/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little Denzel trying to pose for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;** Will post video clip of NDP celebration fireworks soon. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-2379518462374152061?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2379518462374152061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=2379518462374152061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2379518462374152061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2379518462374152061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/pictures-and-more-pictures.html' title='Pictures and more pictures~!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RssIYcMuS-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Ry7JflHw4eA/s72-c/P1010073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-7448356867194240821</id><published>2007-08-16T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:24:39.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Philospher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Don’t think my wireless router will be ok for a long time. Tmr my laptop is going to the repairs too. Now I’m alone at home. Really quite bored but lazy to go out. Supposed to bring my grandparents to iris scan but really tired and wanna rest at home. Hee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m not a philosopher, but I guess the books I’ve been reading lately made me think more philosophically. Ahem. But I’m not necessarily right la. Just some thoughts I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates of my life since my last post, I’ve found a part time job to accommodate my timing for my tuition. Being a surveyor for Research Plus, a market research firm. I know a lot of people will think that it’s a rather brainless job and very tiring, which few people will wanna do. But I think the job’s rather interesting with good money. In the process, I really learnt quite a lot about courage to communicate with strangers, face rejections and keep going, goal oriented and self discipline. Haha.. coz there’s no one to look at you work. If you want to earn more, you’d have to work more. And sometimes, it’s really tough. Working on it made me reflect on a lot of things everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Henry and Jet always saying, if you’ve many cases everyday, you wouldn’t be upset upon rejections. And I realize it’s very true. First day I was at work, it’s really difficult. I felt so weird and embarrassed to approach people to do the survey. But coz of the book “Who moved my Cheese” I re-read recently, I plucked up my courage and started off with my work. To tell the truth, I was so nervous for the first half of the day that I kept msging Melvin and stalling for time. I start work at 10am in Temasek Poly, but I reached at 9.15am, dallied until 10.30am before I started. So nervous!!! And my dad works there. Whenever he pass by, I’ll try to find chance to waste my time to talk to him, and nearly went with him to lunch at 11am when I only just started work. Hehe… talk about evading. But I realize, after interviewing a number of people, I start to cool myself down, and even stop babbling when I’m interviewing them. A few days into the job, I even start enjoying myself in interviewing people. Well, of course there’s that weird cycle of human beings when we start to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we get fearful because we’re afraid of rejection (or failure) and we’re not familiar with the job and we fail many times before we succeed while we try to overcome the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we get used to the job (just like running in the maze), and start to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we start to get arrogant and don’t prepare ourselves as much for the job and find it a drag and routine to go to work everyday. We go to work late, and finish work early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we either persuade ourselves this job is not for us, or that life’s not a choice. We have to work in order to get the income and this is the only job we can do(because we’re already used to it). And we live our lives miserably with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we are able to get out of this, and look at our job in another perspective, it’s actually not a routine and not at all dreadful. I remember Guoyao once told me and other Assistant Coaches from B team, we live for one word, “Honour”. Whatever we do, it’s for honour. When I was without a part time job, everyday was very boring. There’s nothing to look forward to and I sleep till late in the mornings. I asked myself, why was it that when I’m so busy now, yet I’m so much more happier. And I realize, job itself is an honour. Perhaps we don’t realize, but our jobs may mean much more to us than just an income. Whatever careers we hold, or jobs we have, it is something for us to look forward to, and everyday it helps us improve ourselves, be it being a housewife, or a businessman. When we just step out of the vicious cycle of finding our job a chore, we’d find the pleasures in it that everyday we’re facing new things and new challenges. It may just be a new irritating colleague, or 0 sales that we have after being busy for a whole day. It’s the ups and downs in life which makes life worth living, and more fulfilling. It’s the willingness to overcome our ‘downs’ and move on to reach for the ‘ups’ that made us live with honour, and self satisfaction. If everything was smooth sailing with no challenges, we wouldn’t taste that sense of satisfaction when we overcome challenges. And it’s with that, that we truly live our lives and our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I always thought, we should just strive for our dreams, why keep ourselves in lowly jobs. I wanted the fast way out, and evaded facing the difficult. I don’t mean that now I don’t. Now, I know I still do, but I’m slowly wriggling my way to face the difficult, and at times hide behind Melvin or other close ones to avoid the tough times. And it’s this that makes us human, and it’s the overcoming of this fear that made us filled with the sense of achievement. There’s no shame in evading nor feeling tired of one’s job, or wanting to achieve one’s dreams. It’s everything, the good and bad that makes life worth living. Dreams are meant to be reached one step at a time, and really reaching for it, not just dreaming about it. I believe everyone is happiest when they are pursuing what they want, no matter how small or how big their dreams are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this said, am I philosophical enough? Keke… Anyway, I haven’t been much to WBG lately. Blahx. It’s really not so easy to restart again when I’m really so tempted to do many things and it’s scary to go back doing WBG after resting for such a long long time. **Evading** Keke… But well, let’s just take the first step by going for my iris analyst session later. Awww… I’m so tired and lazy to go…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-7448356867194240821?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7448356867194240821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=7448356867194240821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7448356867194240821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7448356867194240821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-philospher.html' title='Being a Philospher'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3172554775344414070</id><published>2007-07-30T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:59:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wireless Router DOWN!!!!</title><content type='html'>In case you're wondering why I haven't been blogging for soooooooooooo long, it's coz… MY ROUTER'S DOWN!!!! *sobx* Now I can't use internet unless I'm using my home computer in my living room, which is normally used by my brother. Duh… How to update??? So.. don't worry. I'm not abducted by the aliens, nor kidnapped by some gangsters, which what MJ may be thinking. Hehehe… Singapore’s much safer than HK lehz! Singapore boleh!! Siao! Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things I wanna write, but no time. Once my router's ok, I’ll be back!  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3172554775344414070?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3172554775344414070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3172554775344414070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3172554775344414070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3172554775344414070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/wireless-router-down.html' title='Wireless Router DOWN!!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-500921797070795579</id><published>2007-07-05T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:29:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna BLOG!</title><content type='html'>There's so many things I wanna post on blog, but not enough time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned tonight for exciting happenings of the past 1 week~&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed great pictures and exciting happenings~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Melvin's first SCS&lt;br /&gt;2) My Birthday trip to Port Dickson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-500921797070795579?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/500921797070795579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=500921797070795579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/500921797070795579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/500921797070795579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-blog.html' title='I wanna BLOG!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8934927175283900938</id><published>2007-06-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:16:27.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time no POST~~</title><content type='html'>Lately haven’t been posting much on blog. The main thing was.. no inspiration, another was that didn’t had time to “geng” inspiration. Ha.. Last time nothing to do so can always find ways to get inspiration to write, especially when stuck at home doing FYP plus just got a boyfriend. Now gotta think, what can be written and what not, and inspiration to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First good news to share, &lt;strong&gt;I’m FINALLY OFFICIALLY A GRADUATE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha.. Got my graduate letter and invitation to commencement on Monday. Feeling really shiok now! Now I’m free to look for the future I want and head towards it, or sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now one month into a new relationship. Just realize it’s really not easy maintaining a good relationship. Sometimes really feel that it’s a difficult route to walk. In the past, I’m free to do whatever I want, arrange my schedule as and when I like. But now, decisions are to be made in pairs. Maybe I’m just not used to it bah. I’m too used to the freedom I had for the past 2 plus years. Suddenly with another person sharing your life, it feels restrictive at times, and my moods swing with him. I always thought I understood how it is like being in a relationship. Suddenly I realize, I don’t. I finally understand why Wanlin will say the taboo “break up” words when she’s very pissed or upset. Ha… It takes one to know one bah. He’s a nice guy, but sometimes we’ll quarrel over different point of values and beliefs. Many a times I wonder, why are we so alike, yet so different. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I went over to Melvin’s place for dinner. Phew. Was really nervous then. Haven’t had a formal meet with his family before, and I’ve to go there alone first. Melvin was stuck in his army camp. Was so nervous that day I started calling people asking for advice. Luckily I managed to get Joanne and she msged me some things that’ll help. Called Wanlin and got some advise from her and stress relief. Actually I really called quite a few people, but it turns out that only Joanne and Wanlin answered to the call of distress at that moment. Stef msged hours later to offer her advise too. Good thing I had their lifelines to call. It’s only with Melvin that I realize, I never had the opportunity to understand how to deal with Boyfriend’s Family. Last time with my ex, I don’t have to do anything. Just follow him about and do what he do can liaoz. His parents were so nice to me too. Hee.. not saying that Melvin’s wasn’t. But I never had to observe the “don’t close doors when you’re at the guy’s house”, nor “put up a good girlfriend’s show by washing all the plates if possible” nor “buy bird’s nest”. Haha.. I didn’t manage to put up the show of washing the plates coz his mum insisted, but I didn’t close door when we’re in his room, and I bought Bird’s nest. Haha… Score point! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*ding dong ding dong*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Phew. Was really nervous before going sia. But I’m really really glad I went. One thing I found out, his family are really nice people. Hee.. not as scary as I thought they would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin’s place was near primary and secondary school. Before going to his place, I was at my tuition so had to travel there by 72. I’d gone back to my old place to buy 饺子 for his parents from the block across. It’s been 9 years since I’ve moved from here to Sengkang. Along the way to my old place, I passed by the Macdonald that my good friends and I spent our free time after our CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hougang Ave 8, around Blk 681: Macdonald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080805502739424418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKlr3uiJKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E_lu2bXuWqE/s400/Image(01)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was from St John’s Ambulance Brigade (SJAB) when I was in Secondary School. Most of the times our trainings were until late at night, and we really had either loads of trainings or lots of activities. Don’t ask if I enjoyed myself then. There’s no such thing as enjoying SJAB in my secondary school. It can be labeled more as torturing sessions and sessions of unleashing one’s frustrations for the higher ranks. But, I can’t deny that I really lots of things in my CCA. I learnt archery (3 years), canoeing (3 years), the art of non-stop marching that you can even do that while sleeping, perseverance for physical activities (at least 70 pumpings each session), forget the meaning of pain (try doing pumping in 30 over degrees of hot sun on the car park ground), the meaning of no freedom (you can’t even quit the CCA even if you want to), being a nurse attendant, the meaning of ego-less (try doing pumping with your boots across your neck and primary school students walking by and laughing at you). I think it was my trainings from SJAB that I manage to last my days till now. Ha… that I can not be afraid of 丢脸 nor not being recognized for my efforts. Blahx. But anyway, those were the ‘living in hell’ days. But that’s not to say I don’t have my happy moments. Every time after our CCA, Yuan, Xue, Jin and me will come to this Mac and eat fries, chat and sing along with its speakers outside Mac. Hee.. Hmmm.. Until everyone from my school was banned from going to this Mac bah. And it’s just coz someone fought there with people from Montfort. Duh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My old house: Hougang Ave 4, Blk 603&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080805502739424434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKlr3uiJLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NKaKs95t1M0/s400/Image(02)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place brings back lots of memories. It’s the place where I’ve grown up. I still remember the times when we played hide and seek in the entire block. The neighbours around were all so nice, and we couldn’t finish our visiting during Chinese New Year every time. We can go from door to door at the whole level 5 on our stretch of the flat. I was even baby-sitted by two of my neighbours. Gone were the times when we were still young and had lots of expectations of the future. And now, here I am, from the future, looking and reminiscing my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divine Realm Vegetarian Restaurant: Hougang Ave 4, Opposite Blk 603&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080805507034391746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKlsHuiJMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1KNxni1JY74/s400/Image(06).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vegetarian food from opposite my place is really marvelous. This place was only open in the recent years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080805507034391762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKlsHuiJNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kjJ_RJCzI6Q/s400/Image(07)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It serves very nice 饺子,锅贴 and many other food. Really… Oishii! If possible do go and try it, and it’s not expensive too. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost reaching Melvin’s place when I spotted this really cute and nice car. Just feel that I have to share it with everyone. Isn’t it nice???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080805515624326370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKlsnuiJOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9pkDQqsezv0/s400/Image(12)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A front view… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080806013840532722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKmJnuiJPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nTlaLIGnO8U/s400/Image(13)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah seh!!! Nice! *Jumps up in joy* So glad I took the pictures. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xinmin Primary School: Hougang Ave 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080806018135500066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKmJ3uiJSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/e8wdA24OoHI/s400/Image(09)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080806018135500050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKmJ3uiJRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2xaLy3A5FFs/s400/Image(10)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary school and secondary school was linked together in the past, but now it’s separated by a field. I was from Xinmin Primary (XMP), and went to Xinmin Secondary (XMS) after my PSLE. My schools really changed a lot since I was last in it, which was more than 10 years ago. Oppz. Haha… It’s really a very beautiful school now. From the picture above, it looks a little like a prison, but it’s coz of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080806018135500034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKmJ3uiJQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/duIqgrkKLVY/s400/Image(11)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A view of the backdoor of XMP. The little girl in uniform was how I had once looked like too. Hahaha… Cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xinmin Secondary School: Hougang Ave 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080806022430467378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKmKHuiJTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/X2BgT6kZiUw/s400/Image(15).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;According to Melvin, this was a Ah Beng, Ah Lian school in the past so he never went. For your information, it’s not k… It’s not as prestigious as many higher ends schools (like Maris Stella or Chinese High), but the discipline was really strict in XMS. And because my batch did really well in O’ levels, we even became an autonomous school from a neighbourhood school. Blahx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the entrance of XMS, I don’t even dare to go in. I still remember when I was in SJAB, I had to stand guard at this very door for a few hours at night just coz we had a SJAB training camp. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*shivers*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sleepless nights coz of reason-less fire drills and whatever other drills. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SHIVERS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don’t ask me if I missed my times in SJAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did like studying in school. Hee.. in fact, I loved studying. I can still remember the times when I was mugging alone at home in my room for hours and hours. And of course, the number of books that I have read coz I was such a book worm. Just give me any book and I can sit there for hours reading till I complete it, forgetting about my meals or even taking a shower. And also the time when I was at Mingjie’s place, putting down 6 art homeworks and doing it with her all at a time. Erm… they were my friends’ homeworks. Haha… But I enjoyed myself doing them. In sec 4, I was even third in class during prelims, and the first two were guys. So, I’m the first in class for gals!! Haha.. ok. I have this ‘Must be the best’ gene in me, ok? But in the end, I didn’t do well for my O’ levels. Only got 13 points. 1 point more and I would have been in AJC. Shucks! Cried in the toilet for a long long time. My mum had to console me over the phone. My friends were confused over why someone will cry over 13 points. Ha… It’s just coz… I’m not the best! Haha.. everyone had 13 points lehz… and I couldn’t stay in AJC. My ex-colleague Anthea (colleague of my mum then) even gave me a bookmark to console me days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so amazing and ironical that I only knew Melvin now, when we had lived so close together before. There must have been many times we brushed past each other whilst going about living our lives. And to think that only after we’re together, we realized we lived so near before, had taken part in the same competition before in SMU, and we knew some of each other’s project mates and friends. Haha.. really… 向左走向右走. If not for the time we met each other on the streets towards SMU, and I entertained him by answering his questions, we wouldn’t have really known each other or even be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to re-enact the scene where we met each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Some of the dialogues are pieced together from my memory so they may not sound exactly the same or of the exact sequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, You’re from my Ethics class rite? (What a pick-up line! Haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh… Is it? Hmmm… I don’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m Alwin’s friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh… Alwin’s friend! Oh ya… Hi. (Alwin was my project mate. Actually I still have no impression of him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you Singaporean? (trying to create topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh… Why do you say that? I’m already speaking English. You mean my English sounds weird? (frustrated that everyone thinks I’m from M’sia or China when I speak Chinese, coz Singaporeans don’t speak fluent chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no no… It’s just that you look like you’re from Taiwan or Hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; (Flattered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting coz we’ve reached school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin:&lt;/strong&gt; You wanna exchange contact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Lin: &lt;/strong&gt;Sure. You send me a message of your msn and friendster email if you have lorz. (coz I’m a networker! And you said i look like Taiwanese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. And that’s how we met. Lolx… And after we got together, I realize that we were from the same ethics class, just that I don’t remember him at all though he said we had talked before, and took part in the same Technology World Change project competition (I even remember his project and remembered talking to people at his booth, but not him!), and had the same project groupmates. *chiang chiang chiang chiang* Talk about fate. Ha! We missed each other so many times, it’s really fate to meet again. Whether it’s a good fate for good or not, let’s just see bah. Too early to tell. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8934927175283900938?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8934927175283900938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8934927175283900938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8934927175283900938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8934927175283900938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time no POST~~'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RoKlr3uiJKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E_lu2bXuWqE/s72-c/Image(01)_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4419427402234288268</id><published>2007-06-22T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:06:49.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally a graduate~!!! Yeah~!!! Just need to wait for the letter to come and I’d be able to register for commencement!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4419427402234288268?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4419427402234288268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4419427402234288268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4419427402234288268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4419427402234288268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-finally-graduate-yeah-just-need-to.html' title='FREE!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-6653110800177665063</id><published>2007-06-12T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:43:07.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of The Voices Competition</title><content type='html'>I've added a new link at my side bar. If you're interested in being the next Superstar of Singapore, do check out the link &lt;a href="http://www.battleofthevoices.com/"&gt;Battle of The Voices&lt;/a&gt;. This is an island wide event organized by Punggol CC to give opportunities to voice talents of all ages to showcase their talents and sponsored by big companies like Bugis Street. The rewards are enticing~! With an Artiste Management Contract and $10,000 worth of prizes (for youth category). Too bad I can't join coz my throat hasn't recovered yet. The event is covered in 优周刊 as well. Just saw the advertisement on it yesterday. All songbirds and nightingales, rise up to the occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074995908894496434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rm4B5AI3lrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lkzq1ijpiOo/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-6653110800177665063?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6653110800177665063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=6653110800177665063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6653110800177665063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6653110800177665063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/battle-of-voices-competition.html' title='Battle of The Voices Competition'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rm4B5AI3lrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lkzq1ijpiOo/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-6390976268023380880</id><published>2007-06-12T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:51:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitten by the Love Bug</title><content type='html'>Lately I’ve been preoccupied with FYP so haven’t been able to do other stuff. But yesterday after sending half of it to my prof, feels much better. Just gotta finish everything by this wed so that I don’t have to worry about it anymore in my life. Phew. Feeling so tired now. I’ve been awake since around 5.30am. Melvin’s been coming to stay quite often lately coz we’re in our honeymoon period but not much chance to meet each other, other than at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... There’s really a big difference in him staying and not staying. At first I thought, only not seeing for one day ma, nothing much. It’d be good if a couple can miss each other. But last night we tested out. Haha.. after one night of him going back, last night he came over to stay. The morning’s really more beautiful just because I wake up with him sleeping in the next bed. There’s a motivation to wake up in the morning just because he’s beside. Maybe I’m just bitten by the love bug. But the sky’s more beautiful, and the roads look refreshing. Even FYP work looks appealing to me. Haha… As I read through my blogs and emails, I came across Annie’s blog and saw something which relates very well to what I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;谢谢爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;雨下好乱 半个夜晚&lt;br /&gt;你不在身边怎么晚安&lt;br /&gt;天好蓝 要和你一起看&lt;br /&gt;起风时由你来温暖&lt;br /&gt;心事简单 一句说完&lt;br /&gt;要我们永远不会分开&lt;br /&gt;有眼泪 也因为你灿烂&lt;br /&gt;你微笑因为我盛开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要谢谢爱 让你&lt;br /&gt;在我身边守护我的未来&lt;br /&gt;有多少美丽奇迹&lt;br /&gt;你手心里全都记载 好期待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要谢谢爱 让我&lt;br /&gt;学会宽容学会体谅关怀&lt;br /&gt;像阳光陪着大海 是平静还是澎湃&lt;br /&gt;都是爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though so, I guess I’m still not mature enough. To love someone is easy, but to commit forever still seems a lil scary to me. But as time goes by, we’ll grow with each other ba. Really love him lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sick of the love-struck me? Read something new!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. But I think always blogging bout all these will turn people off. What’s up with all these love birds nowadays? As if people wanna know how lovey dovey they are! Haha.. Is that what you’re thinking? But ok larz.. I understand. So I shall now talk about other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wed is a really incredible night. There’ll be a sharing by a multimillionaire banker and 2 millionaire entrepreneurs on their success stories and essential life skills. It’s a free preview seminar worth $68 per session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do click on this link to &lt;a href="http://world-of-shine.blogspot.com/2007/06/extraordinary-date-with-multi.html"&gt;Annie’s blog&lt;/a&gt; to check out the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to register for the session, do let me know ASAP coz it’s tmr. I know it’s late. But I was too busy to type it in ma… Ok. That’s an excuse. Haha.. Don’t care. Just let me know if you want to come. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I used 3 cards to find out how to resolve issues between Melvin and I, and I got these &lt;strong&gt;Judgement&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Vision&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been frustrated by all my troubles during that period of time when I did it. Judgement was due to my guilt that I hadn’t been able to accomplish things, hence I passed judgements on others and was frustrated. But with trust, the gift of Vision will come. I’d done the 3 cards for another time in office also of similar issue, and the gift I got was also vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I’ve always been a person of many dreams and ideals, but no ways of accomplishing them. I’m a dreamer, a thinker, but more of a NATO (No Action Talk Only). Ha… Seeing Melvin, I start to understand what is Action and less talk. Everything he says, he means it and does it. I said, let’s go eat durians ok? He says, ok, and he brings you there the next day. I said, I feel like going to Sentosa. He says, ok, let’s go. He says, I should look for a job. Next minute you see him flipping through news and sending emails to his high ranking networks. And next day he’ll get a reply. It’s like, he means what he says, which is something I lack. There’s a lot of things to be accomplished, and he doesn’t run away. He says, no choice, these things have to be done. And he does it. It’s seeing him that gives me strength to do the things I need to do and not run away when I see obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve not been a strong person. I always thought I had been for the last few years. But now I realize, all these times I’ve been running away from my responsibilities. WBG had been a really wonderful place where I get to learn a lot of things, and practice doing business. But I’ve really been just PRACTISING, and not running a business. I’ve been shirking responsibilities of taking on leadership roles, participating actively and following up my customers. Whenever I see things I’m afraid to do or take up, I’ll hide behind KL’s back, Longsheng’s back or Jet’s back. I’ll hand my business partners or consumers to them to help me follow up. I’ve only been doing what I like, and not what is necessary. I’ve only been saying what I should do, but rarely doing. With Melvin beside me, I really hope this time I can be both action and talk, and really do this business well. With him,I can finally see and feel vision as if it will come true, that this vision from the future is guiding me towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked me today," you’re going to do WBG for the rest of your life meh?" I said, "of course lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin asked me, "if I get overseas Expat job, would you go with me?" I said, "of course lah! I’m a networker lehz. Can work anywhere onez." Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to find such a good business that entry level is so low, and acceptance level for failure is so high? If I’m in the outside world working, I’d have been fired. If I’m in the outside world with my own business running, I’d have become bankrupt. If I’m in the corporate world, my boyfriend wants to go overseas to work, I can only stay in Singapore and wait for him to come back so that we can meet up. If I’m in the corporate world, I won’t be able to take leaves as and when I like. If I’m in the corporate world, I’ll have to work really hard to support my family and my future family. If I’m in the corporate world, I won’t have the flexibility of doing what I like anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true in WBG I need to work hard too. But I can see the rewards in terms of customer satisfaction, the changes in the lives of people I come into contact with, the money earned is much more, and it’s what I like. Pray hard that this time my enthusiasm will last me for a very long time. Melvin says that he’ll support me in doing WBG full time for this year. Must show him results by the end of the year ar… If not it’s really NATO again. Blahx. Anyway, he’s going this coming SCS!!! So excited!! Can’t wait to see him during and after SCS. I’m sure he’ll finally understand why I’m so in love with WBG, and hopefully keen enough to want to do it together with me. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-6390976268023380880?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6390976268023380880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=6390976268023380880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6390976268023380880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6390976268023380880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/bitten-by-love-bug.html' title='Bitten by the Love Bug'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-2407390070874817142</id><published>2007-06-08T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:17:25.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Lately, I’m really stressed up. My FYP is due before this mon, and I’m still far from finishing it. Working on it now, and this week I am grounded at home. Sigh. I’m very afraid of being bounded now, and being grounded at home really makes me feels so frustrated. Had also been so frustrated with everything coz felt like there’re so many things to resolve. All of a sudden, all the other things disappeared and all that is left is FYP because it is very very urgent. Ha.. I don’t know why, but I feel more relieved. I really need a thing to focus on. I’m not good at being able to focus on more than one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s lucky that at this time Melvin’s with me, and KL is understanding on WBG biz. Blahx. Because of my brother’s pent up stress from his school exams and things, both of my brothers fought over something silly – watching television. Luckily Melvin was at my place last night to stop them, and prevent things from being worse. I know my brothers won’t fight too badly or anything, but still… it’s difficult to watch them two fight like that, and my mum being very angry and upset. Bah. I don’t know. Maybe with Melvin, my brothers will get a chance to use their extra energy on other things. They probably just need an ‘older brother’ to guide them. A sister is only emotional support ba. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after everyone sorta cooled down, Melvin brought me out to Geylang to eat beancurd and durians. It was really very enjoyable. As if all of a sudden, nothing matters. It’s only these few days that I have to bear and after that the journey will be easier to tread on. He seems to always be able to cast magic when we are together. I really can’t believe a month ago I’m pushing him away as far as I can, yet now I’m so madly in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for a stroll and some food made me relaxed… but after that, my project mate called me 2+am in the morning. Ha.. Became very stressed again. Got to meet my prof for FYP at 11am the next morning, which is today. I was so stressed up that I lied on my sofa, and msged James just to tell him I’m stressed. Didn’t want to go back to bed for some time, but just lay on the sofa till morning. But in the end, I still went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met my prof, and know that I still got a long way for completing my FYP (even though the deadline is before mon). But I really feel much more relieved. Perhaps it’s coz I know Melvin will be here to support me emotionally if I can’t bear the stress. Perhaps it’s coz I know he won’t mind that I’m so easily stressed up. Perhaps it’s coz I know he’ll always be here to stand by me whenever I need him. Perhaps it’s coz I know that I’m no longer alone in facing problems. Perhaps it’s coz I know he loves me for whatever kind of person I am. Perhaps it’s everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-2407390070874817142?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2407390070874817142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=2407390070874817142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2407390070874817142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2407390070874817142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4111972334489029267</id><published>2007-06-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:43:49.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read This!!!</title><content type='html'>I’m posting a disclaimer!!! Haha.. Everyone seemed to think that KL is forcing me to take sides between WBG and Melvin. Actually, he didn’t la… I apologize for my indiscrete choice of words. He made me FEEL like I’m forced to make a choice. In actual fact, that’s not the case. He’s really supportive of my relationship with Melvin. In the first place, it was he who helped Melvin chase me, and ‘persuaded’ me to go out with him and accept him. He also gave us his blessings. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we all weren’t in a good mood coz we got a scolding by Jet due to lack of eagerness in work. KL thought I had been too busy with Melvin so I lose focus on biz, so I got scolded. And one of it was that he said it is difficult to concentrate on both biz and relationship, if the relationship is with one outside WBG. Coz our values and beliefs will be different, and that I won’t have time for both. So, he didn’t force me to make a choice. He was just angry, and said those things, which are what he felt too. It may not be right or wrong, but it was for my own good. He was worried for me larz… And… I AM NOT ANGRY WITH KL for anything at all. I was impacted by the things he said of choosing both sides, coz I’m really afraid that one day I have to choose either or. So… *shrugx* It’s really nothing much to do with KL. Haha.. Only my own worries of one day I am forced to make a choice, (thinks of the future… *shakes head*) which I DON’T WANT! Blahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Déjà vu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been with someone for only 12 days, and have so much 默契 with him that both of you will do the same things, or say similar things at the same time? It’s like… so eerie!!!! Yesterday coz was frustrated by all the things I need to do, I went out on a binge. And this time, Melvin followed me. Poor him… Think he really ate a lot yesterday. We were supposed to just drop by Hougang Mall for dessert before going home, but in the end, I pulled him into Ichiban Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Déjà vu 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We were like sitting there, ordering our food, when the waitress asked if we have any last order entry. At the same time, we said “… Mayo”. The waitress couldn’t get what we said and looked at both of us. We were both shocked and looked at each other. Haha.. Weird! Actually I wanted to order egg mayo sushi, and he wanted the waitress to get mayonnaise. What a weird coincidence. And they both sounded like the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. We move on to the next Déjà vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Déjà vu 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were eating when I wanted to take the potato croquette he left half for me. I don’t know why, but I just moved my hand to his side of the table and took a clean plate from the stack that he stacked up. And he did the exact same thing!!! At the exact same time, he moved his hand to my side of the table and took a clean plate from the stack that I stacked up. Again, both of us look at each other, shocked. Hahahaha… As if not enough, both of us shrugged at the same time about the silly thing we just did. &lt;strong&gt;Déjà vu 3! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How eerie is that??? He’s like a mirror reflection of me, and I of him. I never had to really complete the sentence I want to say, coz he’ll complete it for me. and… I’m supposedly grounded now to complete my FYP, but I haven’t start on it yet. Instead I’m here typing my blog, when all of a sudden... he msged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you started on your work yet??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary!!!! I must check whether I got any spy cams in my room liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of monitoring me on my FYP, my mum is extremely happy lately. She thinks that there’s finally a person who can control me liaoz. Duh… She made me do my FYP with Melvin sitting next to me to monitor me… Grrr…. My family seems to really like Melvin. They invited him to come any day he wants, and come for dinner everyday if he wants. My mum even said she’d ask my dad and see if they can remount the fan so that Melvin won’t be hot if he comes to stay over my place (sleeping on another bed, that’s why the fan can’t reach that corner). I really wonder if my room is my room or his. Duh. But my dad said, no need to remount. Blahx! I win! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But… it’s ok larz. Hee.. I really like his company. With him next to me, I can concentrate on my work, yet accompany him. And… he can play guitar!!! Men who plays guitar are mesmerizing you know! This sun we’ll be reformatting the layout of my room so that if he comes over to stay, there’ll be space. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4111972334489029267?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4111972334489029267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4111972334489029267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4111972334489029267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4111972334489029267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/read-this.html' title='Read This!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-6167679023659470039</id><published>2007-06-03T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:26:02.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about everything under the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Being Upset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quarrel with KL last night. It was really nothing much. But don’t know why, I felt so upset about it. I guess it’s because I feel that I’m forced to make a choice between WBG and Melvin. There is never a choice between them both. It’s like, I ask you to choose, you want your mother or you want your father? I feel like a child being forced to take sides. I was really upset, and called Stef up to talk to her and get her advice. The last time, I happened to talk to her coz of IA (Iris Analyst) shift, and she gave me very good advise which made me handle things better. This time, I called her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she said made me understand better why I was upset. There is a POV going on from thurs till sun, and she had gone to it. Just nice, I called her yesterday after her POV. She told me, it’s a real coincidence you ask me about this today. In POV, a person in the spotlight actually had such a situation. The person didn’t know how to choose between two things. It turns out that it’s because during childhood, the person was forced to choose between father or mother. For those who’ve been to POV will understand this, but if not, just look at the situation simply. I felt upset coz I felt that I’m forced to choose and take sides. The subconscious in me reminded me of the feeling of the past when I felt repressed because I’ve to choose between mum or dad, or similar issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I typed all these down. Perhaps I just want KL to understand that being with Melvin doesn’t mean I have to take sides, both are doable. I want both my mum and my dad. Haha… I love Melvin, and I love WBG, and KL will forever be my best friend. Ok? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. I did 3 cards last night coz was too upset so asked it for help. Funny thing is, I only remember my problem is death temptation (again), and can’t remember the other two. Shucks! Why am I always getting death temptation? Duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I’m really very happy recently. Haha… Feel like I’m the luckiest gal on earth! Ok. I always believe I’m the luckiest gal on earth, but now I really am! Ok. Coz I believe in it can? Hehe… I have like so many issues, my fears of intimacy, my haunting memories of the past, but Melvin can just accept it and love me even more for those. He even helps me overcome my fears and phobia... And he’s so sweet….. I really love the stars, and he’s been bringing me to Sentosa, VivoCity, and even at my aunt’s place he can show me the stars. If there’s a theme or mascot to our love, that is… the stars. Hahaha… No matter where we are, he seem to be able to make the place look even more beautiful and romantic just with his presence, even my room with my glow in the dark stars. Ok. Enough of my tee up for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went out with him yesterday to meet his friends after my iris analyst session. Phew. So nervous. I’ve not met his friends before. All the time it was only me and my friends, and me and my family. Haha… Everything was about me. Blahx. All of a sudden, gotta meet people around him. But they’re really nice people. From 18 – 30+, a wide age range. And the funny thing was, the first thing that I can strike a conversation is about WBG. Muahahaha.. 不愧是WBG的人!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;我生是WBG的人,死是WBG的鬼! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha… No choice lar… Nervous mah. But who knows, my business may just grow accidentally from dating right? Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin’s really done so so so much for me. Later we’re going to visit my grandma too, coz she just had an operation. He made my family so happy, and wanlin likes him too. And he has a spy with him in WBG (whom I'll pretend I don't know who. Hee...). So… I’ll work hard to do more for him too. He’s adding so much value into my People Bank that I feel I need to do something. We’re going to POV together in august, and he’s going SCS in June. Really hope he’ll find his dreams and passion in life. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Yesterday I surprised everyone with MJ!!! hehe... he came back from HongKong for his grandma's funeral on wednesday, and no one knows but me. It was a real success, coz everyone was so shocked and happy to see him. Don't know if MJ knows it or not. He just has the effect to calm everyone down and make everyone's day. Everyone had been quite sulky yesterday coz we were scolded by Jet. But upon seeing him, things just went well. But coz of my quarrel with KL, I was the only one who was upset. Haha.. He came back to look for me in my IA room after everyone left. So lose face. Cried in front of him for a long time. I'm supposed to be IA lehz.. Heng yesterday only got 2 clients, and it's at 8.20pm so no one saw other than him. Sigh. Really can't bear to have him leave again today. No more MJ again... Sulks. And he says he might only come back end of the year. Duh... Doesn't that mean I have to teach your kid till he finish PSLE? You 好意思ah?? Blahx. Haha.. Ok larz.. Your kid is nice to teach so nvm lorz... Just come back as and when you deem fit. You're always welcomed and missed. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something which is very very very very...... can’t find a word to describe it. Have you watch “The Secret” and “Death Note”? If not, you have to. Half a year ago, I had written in a book about all my personal stuff. I wrote down 68 criteria I look for in my ideal life partner, goals in life, and other things. One by one, they’re starting to come true without myself realizing. It was only when Melvin asked to see that book (he won me in scissors, paper, stones so I have to let him read. Duh!), that I realize they’re happening. The 68 criteria I look for almost match Melvin perfectly, and the most ‘scary’ thing is that I forgot to write some criteria which I wanted. And…. He happened to not have those criteria. *shivers* One example, I can’t take people who smokes, but he does when I first know him. And I forgot to write that down in the book! Haha.. But he has quitted smoking ever since I said I don’t like people to smoke la. He’s sweet. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wrote, I must get a boyfriend in 2007, and go on Superstar Virgo with my loved one in 2007. Guess what? I got a boyfriend. And yesterday, his friends say wanna go on Superstar Virgo in June. *shivers* I hope all the other things I write will come true too. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my million dollars will come very soon. *Prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;I want a golden tortoise (金龟婿) *Prays very hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin will kill me when he sees this. Haha… I’m praying you’ll become golden tortoise can?? =Pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch “The Secret” and “Death Note”. If you need, buy “The Secret” online, if not, I’ll help you get bah. Ask me can liaoz. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week onwards, I’m gonna go into WBG biz again. Finally finished busying with my tuition. Next mon will be my last lesson for my tuition gal, then all I’m left with is one P6 boy, whom I will pass back to MJ when he’s back. Kinda nervous to go into it full force again, but at the same time, excited. Haha.. Next week my FYP will be handed in too. Wish me luck!! Wonderful Future, here I come!!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-6167679023659470039?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6167679023659470039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=6167679023659470039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6167679023659470039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/6167679023659470039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/talking-about-everything-under-stars.html' title='Talking about everything under the stars'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4208485444189617353</id><published>2007-06-02T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:29:14.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on my life 2</title><content type='html'>So many people has been asking me about this lately, so I thought I’d blog it once and for all, to let everyone know, and at the same time, give thanks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently there’s this guy who’s been pestering me, pestering non stop. Ha.. I find him very irritating and a nuisance. I wanted to ask him, “What’s your problem? There’s so many girls in this world, why do you keep bothering me?” I really couldn’t stand him, and at the same time, I’m afraid of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my relationship with Jerry, I have a phobia for men. And I mean it! I have close guy friends, but any guy who wants to chase me, I’d want to chase them away. I’d just be afraid of them and at the same time, angry with them. I’d think, 又是多一个臭男人! All they can think of is chasing after skirts. They’re so superficial, they don’t even know who I am, what makes them want to chase after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attending POV, my phobia started to decrease. I can finally let go bit by bit of my past and forgive myself. Meeting this guy after POV must be the most COINCIDENTAL thing of my life. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was from my Ethics class, a friend of my project mate. He said we talked before, but I can’t remember him at all. To me, he was just a passerby I happened to meet on the way to school. We exchanged our telephone number and msn, and went on to our lives. I met him once for tea, not remembering why I went out with him. Possibly it was because he wanted to get into the Arts: East and West class I was in, possibly it was because I wanted to ask him for help with TSM (Tertiary Success Model Workshop). We had a glass of drink in a restaurant in Suntec, and went back on to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months later, in March, he suddenly asked me for help with a poem. I helped him get one from Yong Chun (Turns out that Yong Chun’s twin brother is his buddy, how can there be such a coincidence?), coz he was always writing poems. He said he owed me a meal, and I thought, why not? We had a normal meal, with normal rapport conversation, both trying hard to say things that will engage us in a conversation so that it will not seem weird. After that, we went back on to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, he msged me about Spiderman 3, and I said I want to watch. Before I know it, I was set up for another outing with him. Duh. How stupid am I? We watched the movie, and after that he continued to ask me out again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, I realize that he was trying to chase after me, and started to find him annoying. But because I went to POV, I know it was just a defense wall of mine. I should try to get to know him more before avoiding him. KL forced me to meet him so that I wouldn’t once again, chase away another prospect in business. I really wanted to work together with him in WBG ever since the time we had a drink together. So, I continued to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, he insisted on coming to WBG to take his iris scan. I was so frightened and stressed up then that I had diarrhea for the whole day. Hui Juan told me, “Feel the fright, then after it’s gone, it’ll be alright”. Even though it was just something so simple, I felt much better after that. I did the iris scanning for him when he came and even let him send me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, he is still very irritating. Why would a guy keep msging someone when he’s not even a boyfriend or anything? And why the hell would you want to msg me that you hurt your leg or something? I was so irritated coz I felt constrained all of a sudden. I didn’t have a boyfriend, but all of a sudden, I seem to belong to someone. And I don’t even like this someone. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know why, as time passes, his persistency impressed me. I chatted with him on the phone for a whole night, and found that we can communicate well with each other. He knew I liked Sentosa, and immediately brought me to Sentosa the next day when we were supposed to go East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the trip to Sentosa that touched me. All my life, I wanted my boyfriend to bring me to Sentosa. I always dreamed to look at the musical fountain with my loved one, and spend the day there. Jerry never did that for me. He only brought me there when his friends want to go there. He remembered what I said, and surprised me. He created memories for me that I always wanted but never had. Even though we only had a few hours before I have to leave for my tuition and work, we enjoyed ourselves. When we went for lunch, he suddenly disappeared and return with a mineral water and a packet of tissue paper. He said it was for me coz I didn’t bring my bottle with me, and perhaps forgot my tissue as well. I was touched by that small move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he chased me all the way to KL, and did his best to make my business partners and friends like him. Back in Singapore, he bought charcoal baked bread for my family. His persistence, character, and love for me really touched me. Before going for SCS, I finally found myself falling for him, and agreed to be together with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s really a nice guy, who fitted everything I wanted of my ideal one. It’s true that he has his past, but I have mine too. Meeting him, I finally understand what is being loved and to love. We are like god’s gifts to each other, fitting each other perfectly, understand each other perfectly. It had taken many coincidences for us to get to know each other, get to know each other better, and eventually get together. Though I’ve been together with him for only 8 days, it feels like I’ve known and been with him throughout my life. All my life, I seem to be searching for him, and he has finally appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin, I know you’re reading this. Just want you to know, thanks for being in my life. I love you. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4208485444189617353?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4208485444189617353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4208485444189617353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4208485444189617353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4208485444189617353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates-on-my-life-2.html' title='Updates on my life 2'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-9136267630592866275</id><published>2007-05-31T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:32:14.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on my life 1</title><content type='html'>It’s been a really long time since my last entry, other than the jittery one. Ha.. I’ve been so terribly busy after my KL trip. Been through quite a lot of things, including the recent SCS. I must say, SCS really has changed a lot. It’s even better than before now. After being the Emcee for this SCS, my fire for WBG has once again been reignited. Many a times, when we are down, we forget things that were once there for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before SCS, I had many problems in life. I had very bad relationship problems with my ex-boyfriend, very bad family relationship, so bad that my dad will always want to chase me out of home. School was still quite ok, coz it was the only thing I had control over. That was what I thought then. Schoolwork helps to forget other things. I had very bad bad relationship with myself. In fact, I hated myself. I guess I was lost. I don’t know who am I, where was I, where I am heading. I don’t even know if I had a future. To me, I had lost it. I was suicidal, I wanted to die. All I can think of then, was how to kill myself. I drank, I club, I played games, I tried to live away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was real weird that SCS just appeared out of no where then. XiaoJia brought Jerry, my ex-boyfriend to WBG, and introduced him to the business and to SCS. To tell the truth, I went WBG coz I’m worried about Xiaojia and Jerry. Haha.. They’re always meeting till late at night, I’m afraid that I’d lose him. SCS was like a gift from god, pulling me out of depression. I went through it, and finally realise that I do have a future, and that the world is worth living in. I met people who really cared, who were so great yet forgiving and accepting. They accepted me for who I am, loved me for who I am, and nurtured me into much more. Because of SCS, because of WBG, I get to love myself, I get to be on stage, a life long dream I always craved for. Because of WBG, I found honour in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always regretted my relationship with Jerry. But because of him, because he brought me to SCS, I had the future that I am holding on to. For that, I’m really grateful to him. Grateful for the experience we had in the past, the mistakes I’ve learnt and grown from, the future that I found with WBG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 days in SCS reminded me once more, how many more people’s lives we’ve impacted. It doesn’t matter what capabilities we have now, we always have the abilities and capacity to give. No matter how little we contribute, people’s lives change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-9136267630592866275?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9136267630592866275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=9136267630592866275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/9136267630592866275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/9136267630592866275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates-on-my-life-1.html' title='Updates on my life 1'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8376162468159813926</id><published>2007-05-31T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:11:55.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Jittery again</title><content type='html'>He's coming tonight!!! I'm so nervous. Haha.. For those who don't understand what I'm saying, it's ok. I'll explain tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;strong&gt;*Breathe in*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! I'm ready! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8376162468159813926?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8376162468159813926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8376162468159813926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8376162468159813926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8376162468159813926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-jittery-again.html' title='Going Jittery again'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-1738192038055820870</id><published>2007-05-16T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:50:17.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Muahahaha~~~ My new tuition assignment is great! Good money, great parents, nice kid! I’m gonna stick to this kid for now and MJ’s. Think may not have time for the other kid. I’ve decided not to take too much tuition so that I can do free lance IT coaching and start working once I feel like it. Hehe… So after MJ’s back I’ll be free to do other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m really very money face. I was sick the whole day, but upon hearing the tuition assignment, my sickness is suddenly forgotten. Haha… I agreed immediately to go and teach at night. And in return, I got $40 for a trial lesson!!! Wow! Things are really going well lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be going to KL to attend Jason Shih’s seminar this Thurs. All of us from GSS are going, and this time a friend of mine is tagging along too. I’m sure it’ll be great fun. Hehe… Planning to stay there till Sunday. It’s been some time since I’ve gone overseas for a break. Hmm... Bout half a year bah. Hehe.. Still very long k… This time I’ll bring my cam along and take lots of pictures. Can’t wait for our KL trip!!!  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-1738192038055820870?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1738192038055820870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=1738192038055820870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/1738192038055820870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/1738192038055820870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4581570240159568175</id><published>2007-05-15T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:53:58.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabbering</title><content type='html'>Woke up feeling sick today. Phew. Was too rushed yesterday that I had to have a quick bite in between my tuition. But it turns out that the quick bite is probably a little spoilt, and at the same time, I ate the food too fast. Ended up having stomachache since last night. But oh well, I get to sleep for a longer time today. And, guess what?? I got a new tuition offer! Gonna go for a trial lesson later on. It’s good pay, and just above my aunt’s place. If I want, they can even send the kid over! What a good deal. Hee.. Even though I’ve not recovered yet, I feel excited just thinking about it. MONEY MONEY MONEY!!! Muahahaha.. I received my WBG cheque yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really thinking… Should I continue with free lance and tuition teaching? It’s like so busy, yet at the wrong timings. My tuitions are late in the evening. Like this, I won’t have time to be in WBG at night. Really need to reschedule my times.. Will be talking to a tuition kid’s mum about it, otherwise really don’t think I’m able to teach. But it’s fun teaching kids la. And they’re soooooooooooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy Friends vs Boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought this is an interesting topic to write about. Lately a friend seems to think that I am 重色轻友. Haha.. Don't worry, I'm not offended la. Just thinking about it so tot of writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went JC, I had many friends but few good friends, and those good friends are all gals. Wanlin, Pan, Yuan, Xue, Jin, Yew Ee, etc etc. All gals. I couldn’t really communicate well with guys. But when I first went to Anderson JC, something just clicked in me. And I start communicating well with guys. I’ll go out with guy friends to movies etc, but my best friends are still girls. Then, in Nanyang JC, there are few gals in my class. I happen to click better with the guys, and so I had some good guy friends there. At that time, I wasn’t so sociable coz I had a boyfriend. Ahem. Spent most of my time with him rather than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like from then, I just click better with guys than gals. Probably coz I was worried bah. Worried that my boyfriend will fall for my gal friends. Haha… Well, in the end he did. *Power of Subconscious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in WBG, though I had good gal friends there, I still prefer sticking to my guy friends. My guy friends are just like my boyfriends? Muahhaaha… They’ll kill me if I said so. Nah… They’ll probably say “ Yar….” And give me that look. Haha.. Some people might ask, why such a drastic change? From not really communicating with guys, to having good guy friends. Hmmm… Guess I’’m a person with a lot of issues to overcome. Perhaps coz I felt backstabbed by my girlfriend before, so I don’t trust women. But at the same time, I feel that all men are bad, even though my good frenz are guys. But please don’t quote me. Later every guywill start looking for me and tell me why not all men are bad. Haha.. Yes James, I understand. Not all men are bad. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy friends are probably more important than any boyfriend. They are not important than my girl friends of course. So definitely, I’m not 重色轻友. Ha.. I have good gal friends like Xueli, Wanlin, Pan and Zoe. I weigh people in a way, not of how long I’ve known them, but how much I treasure them. Sounds weird? I’ve not known Zoe for a long time, and met her very few times. But every time when I’m meeting her I’ll be so looking forward to it. I’m willing to help them with anything. When Wanlin quarrels with her boyfriend, just one word and I can go immediately to her, forgetting everything I have on hand. So how can I be重色轻友 right? My guy friends are really precious to me too. Because we’ve also gone through lots together, and they’re so willing to confide things in me and let me confide in them. They won’t be angry with me just because I said things in a fit of anger, or I throw my tantrums. Ok. They would, but we’ll make things up very quickly. Sigh. I won’t know what to do without my guy friends, like MJ, James, KL, and maybe Martin. But please don’t tell Martin that, or he’ll keep calling me for advices. I’m busy enough as it is. Ha.. So even if I ever ever have a boyfriend, my guy friends are still very impt to me, and I will still go out with them and help them out in anything and talk to them even late at night. Guy friends and gal friends, they’re both friends. So, cannot be bias lehz… ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. MJ is leaving, and he’s too busy to see me. Bah. Dreamt last night that James is leaving too. Sianz! Everyone’s leaving. KL may be going back to M’sia too. Sighx. Guess I’m upset that everyone’s starting to go away. Now I have Tuesday blues. Bah… But it’s ok. I’m a MUAH CHEE k. And the attributes of Muah chee is to stick to a person. Once you accidentally stepped on it, it’ll stick to you forever. Muahahaha.. So regardless of where you are, I will stick to you. Ok. I’ll go find MJ later. Go and stalk him. Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4581570240159568175?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4581570240159568175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4581570240159568175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4581570240159568175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4581570240159568175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/blabbering.html' title='Blabbering'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3594932430078968359</id><published>2007-05-15T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:00:39.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being PUNCTUAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today’s a really really long day. Last night was up chatting on the phone till 5.30am in the morn, and woke up at 8plus to go office in the morn. Phew. But, I’m early today! In fact, I was very on time. KL and Annie were both late meeting me. Muahaha… My Mr Morning Call really helped. It’s been some time since I was really on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the on time streak will last me for the rest of the day, but it seems like my subconscious for being late isn’t so easily gotten rid of. Though I was early in the morning, we didn’t get to do our follow up at 10am as planned. Then all of a sudden, I have an iris consultation at 1pm. *Stunned* I was dressed in my worst. Three quarter rugged jeans, non-existent makeup, aunty shirt. How to be iris analyst????? Plus I only had 2.5 hours of sleep last night, I’m like eh… How? Haha…. Probably I was too seh to be nervous or what, that the consultation went well. In the end closed some sales too~ *Claps claps* See. Even closed eyes also can close deal. Muahahhaa… I’m crazy. Haven’t been sleeping much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because KL’s friend was late for the consultation, I only finished at 3plus. And my tuition at hougang was 4pm! Rushed all the way to MRT to take train to Yio Chu Kang. Had to ask Annie to be my split body to go to SMU to get my form for I grade and submit it, otherwise I think Kevin Steppe is gonna split my body up. Ha! By the time I reached YCK, it was already 4.15pm, and I happen to see 72 passing by as I reach the interchange. So, being the clever me, I raised my hands and… stop a cab! Ok, it was already stationed there. Within 15 minutes, I reached my tuition place. Phew. Luckily not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I’m more time conscious. Timing myself and my student, I finished my tuition exactly at 6pm. And headed off to the next destination. Tuition in Serangoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s actually quite convenient to go in between the two places with bus 156. I reached exactly on time at 7pm, and started my tuition. Ha! Who says I’m always late. Finally at 8.30pm my tuition ended. This time a sense of accomplishment fills me. Not only did I manage to make my noisy student listen to me, yet not be fierce to her and ensure that she understands whatever taught, I finished all these on time! Muahahhaa… But as I turn my head, I realise her mum is right.. NEXT TO ME! Got a shock of my life. I was too absorbed in teaching that I didn’t realise her parents are back and that her mum was standing next to me waiting for me to acknowledge her. Opps. But coz her mum was there, I had to do customer service and chat with her on the progress of my student. In the end, got offered to increase my pay and increase the intensity of the tuition and add one more subject. Wow. Customer service is really… Important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, that also means I’m LATE for my next appointment! Supposed to meet Will at his place at 9pm to go back to my place to do my FYP. But by the time I reached, it was 9.30pm. By the time I called him to come down, it was 9.40pm. 40minutes behind schedule. Grrrr…. How to be on time??? It seems really difficult. But at least today was really an efficient day and more on time than ever before. By the time Will finished helping me with my project, while I entertain him, it’s already nearing 2am. Tired. I need sleep!!! Tmr I’m gonna do my project, find MJ (wherever he is) to do something meaningful and rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MJ EVEN BEFORE HE’S LEAVING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobx* What is life without MJ? Nearly went into tears today while having breakfast with KL and Annie. I can’t imagine life without MJ. *Monday MJ blues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share a poem I wrote because I couldn’t sleep while I was at family chalet a week ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The heaviness of the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the flipping and turning.&lt;br /&gt;Lying at the side of another,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running wild.&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness of the night,&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us,&lt;br /&gt;The memories that seem so long before,&lt;br /&gt;The insecurity that makes the soul uptight.&lt;br /&gt;Who is he, that’ll make me at peace,&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid am I, yet here I yearn.&lt;br /&gt;Will he come for me and put my soul at ease?&lt;br /&gt;No more shall I wait for happyness shall be earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think too much. I wrote this coz I was feeling nervous and restless that night. Everyone was asleep other than me. and… I was lying at the side of my BROTHER larz.. *Knocks* Stop thinking too much. Haha… Oh, and Happyness came from Pursuit of Happyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Pursuit of Happyness, I really must must recommend this book. I had watch the movie some time ago with peepz of GSS, and find it a really great movie. After that, I borrowed the book from KL and started reading. It’s really very inspiring. Reading it makes me feel that one is never too lousy to succeed, and no matter what you had done before, it is in the past. It is the present that matters, and your past just steers you to greater heights with the motivations it give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;凡事发生必有其目的, 其结果必有利于我&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot about this saying until James reminded me a few nights ago. Whatever things that happen, be it good or bad, comes so that something good results in the future. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired I can’t think anymore nor even write. That's it for now. NiteZ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**This is the most error proned entry I've ever written. Edited like so many times! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3594932430078968359?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3594932430078968359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3594932430078968359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3594932430078968359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3594932430078968359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-punctual.html' title='Being PUNCTUAL'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-9126004255505162287</id><published>2007-05-12T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:08:32.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complains and more complains</title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated today. One thing, I understand how difficult it is to be a full time tutor. Ha! It’s really difficult to teach when the kid is not listening, and the parents are so stringent, and the pay is low! Bah…. Ok. That’s only that one student, coz I promised wanlin to take over. Sigh. $170 for 8 sessions for Pri 6, and difficult to teach. *Frustrated* If more money, at least the frustration is worth it. And I think I’m frustrated because I don’t like being nasty to kids, yet I am expected to make the kid shut up and do her work. *FRUSTRATED* Kids are born not to be manipulated into whatever direction we want them to be. They are supposed to live to be their truest self! It’s because there are so many kids who are made to shut up that they have so many problems when they grow up. That’s why there’re so many social issues. Ok. Maybe I’m just voicing out what I felt when I was young. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing, it’s irritating when guys DON’T reply. And, it’s even more frustrating when 3 guys don’t reply. What’s wrong with men nowadays? *FRUSTRATED* Blahx. Ok. I admit that sometimes I take a long time to reply msgs, coz I was busy. But I was really busy, then what you want me to say? Is it so wrong to say that I was busy so I couldn’t reply the msg and replied it late? *Grrr.. No offense. I'm just in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are things to be happy about la. Like Pan just asked me to take over her students if possible, and they sound nice and easy to teach. And the pay is better. Hehe... And, yesterday I met Lixiang’s friend who works in Achieve, a recruitment agency. After chatting with him for some time, I realize he’s a really nice guy. He talks well and quite gentlemanly. Even sent me home! Haha.. when we only met on the MRT. Ok, he lives just a few blocks away. Anyway, he offered to help me get a job at Achieve, coz I was rather interested in the front line like being a Recruitor. &lt;actually&gt; But that’ll prob need some time, after I’ve settled down my tuition kids, my final year project and things at WBG. Probably a few months bah, after MJ is back. But talking about MJ, his tuition kid is really.. VERY CUTE!!! At 12 years old, he's petite and quiet, and very hardworking. Can't help doting on him. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I’m blogging, all of a sudden, so many people are looking for me. Ha.. Need to return Martin’s call tmr, or he’ll definitely kill me or tell me again that when my house is on fire, I’ll die by the time you answer. Haha.. Ok. My frustration is down already. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-9126004255505162287?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9126004255505162287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=9126004255505162287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/9126004255505162287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/9126004255505162287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/complains-and-more-complains.html' title='Complains and more complains'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8561608585616827798</id><published>2007-05-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:05:40.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To JJ Part I</title><content type='html'>My dog JJ just passed away last night. Before that she was still very lively and happy. I really shouldn't have anyhow write things about car accidents. She got ran over by a car yesterday just downstairs my place last night around 10pm. I'd been on the phone with KL discussing about the cashflow event when I suddenly heard my brother being very upset and breaking down. I rushed out, and realize my dog was in an accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran all the way down, only to see poor JJ lying in the middle of the road, with her tongue sticking out. She's dead... Poor Weiyang was so hysterical... He saw her dying and was in a trauma and ran all the way home to find us to help her. But she was dead. It's so upsetting to think about her now, especially the way she lay when she died. We didn't even see her before she dies... She must have felt so scared and lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't do anything. My brothers don't believe she's dead, so we rushed JJ to the vet hospital in Serangoon. I carried her all the way there, for a few hours, waiting for the vet. But... she's already dead. We can only say good bye to her, and send her for cremation. I really miss her a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see things or people around us, we normally don't appreciate them as much. Only when we lose them, do we feel a loss of direction, a loss of belonging. JJ was like our family mascot, and was everywhere we were. She was with us in Chinese New Year visitings, family gatherings, outings to Sentosa. At home, she was everywhere, sometimes in my room, sometimes in my brothers', sometimes in my parents... She'd patrol the whole house when she's at home, and greet us happily when we're back. She's always so lively and happy, and never a chore. Before she came into our lives, we had always been quarelling at home. After she came, she was like a baby princess to all of us. Everyone doted on her, and our relationship also improved tremendously. We always had JJ to look forward to when we go home, she would pounce around so happily when she sees us. I can't imagine a life without JJ... Until now, I'll still expect to see her pouncing around as if nothing had happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all love you JJ, and forever will. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray that God will take good care of you, and you'll live happily without the dangers of cars in Heaven so you can pounce wherever you want to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8561608585616827798?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8561608585616827798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8561608585616827798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8561608585616827798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8561608585616827798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/tribute-to-jj-part-i.html' title='A Tribute To JJ Part I'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3023630209535486467</id><published>2007-04-28T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:43:07.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a World Class Number 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last two days at时老师, Jason Shi’s seminar was really great. I realise that 时老师 is actually… &lt;strong&gt;A FISH&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Haha…. I was observing him the first day, and realise that he almost never breathes! He speaks really fast, and the breaths he take in between are so short, it’s less than a second. Wow!!! This is the first time I hear a person, especially a speaker, to speak so fast and breathe so shortly for a seminar. Imagine you have to rattle off like a machine gun for 3 hours, with less than a second of breath to catch, and speak so eloquently with so much details and information in every word spoken, and with every 5 minutes tell a joke that makes everyone laughs, and finish his teaching agenda exactly at the timing he assigned before hand! Wow! You have to be a computer to be so accurate, not to mention his understanding of us, WBG, his technical knowledge and his general knowledge. It’s like he knows &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Wow… That’s professionalism for you. To be able to become a world class speaker like him, yet still put in all sincerity and hard work while working continuously is really not an easy task. Maybe if I were him, with my world class branding, and hefty price to even engage me, I don’t think I’d put that much effort in teaching. I’d probably be enjoying myself most of the time. So that’s the difference of a successful person and me. I’m really still not to his level yet, and no where near. Blahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible, you really should find a chance to attend one of his seminars. It won’t be cheap, but he is very very capable with creating a system and structure for a company, and a very captivating speaker. I believe with his help, WBG will be able to soar to greater heights. ^_^ I believe he also do coaching for companies other than network marketing companies. So if you are an enterprise owner, you might want to engage his help. From what I heard of, he is completely packed for this year, so you may have to wait another year. If you’re just a normal person, you can try finding out more about his seminars and hear his CDs. If I have more information, I’d post it in my blog too. I’m really awed by him! Oh... And he writes books too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share a joke he said in class. This will determine your age:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;爸爸今天去药房买伟哥(Viagra), 可是今天没货了要明天才有. 猜一个台湾艺人. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t guess the answer, YOU ARE OLD!!! Haha…&lt;br /&gt;it’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;阮經天!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Did you guess it right? I’m the first two to guess it amongst 200 people. So I am officially YOUNG! Muahahahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reviewing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really got a lot of information and insights from 时老师. Was thinking during the seminar whether I should go full time into WBG or not. And thinking, whether I should start going full force with my business, be it full time or part time. In the past, it is easy to decide to go full force and go all the way. But now, it’s really not easy. Maybe after 3 years, I’m really tired. Even though I was a good emcee on stage, I’ve almost lost my voice so I’m not even confident of that now. Even though I could dance well as an Assistant Coach, I’m not sure if I can do anymore of that now. I don’t know why, since the first POV, my body hasn’t been working well. Can’t really take late nights nor anyhow eat, nor hard work…can’t even take talking much. Bah. Really feel very tempted by时老师 to work hard for my own future. But now, I’m just over stretched. I am so tired. Perhaps it’s just my PMS, but most of the time I just feel like crying, even while attending 时老师’s seminar. Really feel that I need to get away from everything for some time, be it to USA or somewhere else, or I might just break down. There’re so many things to do, so many challenges to face. Sometimes I just feel like dropping dead, or accidentally get knocked down by a car or something (which nearly happened for a few times. Choy choy choy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I shouldn’t be like this. A successful person shouldn’t have too many emotions, in fact, not supposed to have. I never quarrel with people in the past other than my own family, and even so I would forgive and forget very easily. But now it seems harder and harder for me. I keep having quarrels with people and finding it more and more difficult to forgive. It’s probably really my problem. A person wouldn’t keep having quarrels with people, unless there’s a problem with that person right? I just feel angry so easily now. Sigh. And unappreciated and unrespected and…. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really want a better future. I want a future without being financially tied down. I want a future where my family can live happily. So this is the pathway I’m going whether or not it’s tiring. Probably I just need some rest and a place to vent my frustrations, which is not here coz it’s public. Ok. I vented quite a bit already. I need a valley to shout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever anything is, I need a break from everything and everyone. Unless you’re here to be nice, whoever you are, please don’t come near me for the time being. But of course, I will 公私分明, so don’t worry.&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/6923625295599366111-3023630209535486467?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3023630209535486467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3023630209535486467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3023630209535486467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3023630209535486467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-two-days-at-jason-shis-seminar-was.html' title='Being a World Class Number 1'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3084007321256665981</id><published>2007-04-25T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:45:38.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>I seem to be in a bad mood today. I remember waking up feeling good, but later on during the day, I suddenly feel overwhelmed by everything that needs to be done. Maybe I’m scared that I couldn’t finish my things bah. Sigh. Sudden urge for freedom is filling me. I did the 3 cards. Haha… And got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri5BOXjlKuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o6FmDRMWicA/s1600-h/DeathTemptation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057051146680871650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri5BOXjlKuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o6FmDRMWicA/s200/DeathTemptation.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri5BOXjlKvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5HMOqMnKTk8/s1600-h/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057051146680871666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri5BOXjlKvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5HMOqMnKTk8/s200/trust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri5BOXjlKwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/C-Y7B1fP1wA/s1600-h/sexual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057051146680871682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri5BOXjlKwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/C-Y7B1fP1wA/s200/sexual.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I got Death Temptation for my Problem Card. I must be too worn out by everything. Bah. But some times really think, die already no need to care for so many things. It’s not a good thought, so please don’t follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second card – The Way Through, I got Trust. Which means I’ve got to start trusting in positive things, instead of negative things. And I’ve got to start trusting people. I really have some problems with that, so I tend to want to do everything by myself, which in the end wears me out. My argument for it? I’m a perfectionist. If I want something done, I want it to be perfect. If I can’t make it perfect, I’ll be so upset with myself before even doing it. And this ends up in being either depressed, or overly worn out, like now. Grrrr….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Card – The Gift. Hahaha.. This is the card I’m shocked with. Can you guess what it represents? The card is Sexuality. It’s quite difficult to explain it, so I’ll just show the explanation from 3 Cards here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexuality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the Gift Suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Key concept: A new level of vitality, naturalness, love, communication and connection Sexuality as a Gift card is about an expression of love and communication. It means a whole new emphasis of connection with your partner. If it is about yourself, it speaks of a new level of acceptance and admittance of your sexual energy. This will give you a new expression in sexuality and naturally add to your vitality, attractiveness and flow. It will bring a natural charisma and connection between you and your partner, or between you and those around you. True joining in sex creates healing and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the card: Receiving the Sexuality card suggests a new level of sexuality, innocence, expression, naturalness and connection in sex – to yourself and to others. Not only does it mean that this could be your lucky night, but also that your enjoyment of life is certainly on the increase. This card is both sweet and sassy. It doesn’t necessarily mean sex, but it does mean a new richness and naturalness for yourself in life generally and in joining with your partner. If you don’t have a partner at present, this card means you will have a level of openness toward a new one. If there is a major block in your life and the Sexuality card is the response to it, then the block represents a form of control and your fear of your sexuality. Owning your sexuality as a natural gift increases your confidence, play and irresistability. This card, joined with integrity, brings a strong leadership element into your life, and into the lives of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand? Because I don’t have a partner now, my level of openness towards a new one increases. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri4_lnjlKsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CXsEYIJL6gk/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057049347089574594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri4_lnjlKsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CXsEYIJL6gk/s320/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which is a good thing. Right? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to &lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what I’ll do.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I trust and sincerely believe that our Iris And Health event for this Saturday will turn out great, with great responses and great sales!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve even invited Speaker cum Senior Iris Analyst Grace to be our Speaker of the day. Grace works in the pharmaceutical industry so I’m sure she’s the right person for our seminar. &lt;strong&gt;*TRUST* &lt;/strong&gt;Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I closed a business deal of $6000+ sales for a friend. Though I don’t earn anything for it, coz it’s not my deal, but I feel great. This is my first time sharing business with a professional of age 30+. He’s an engineer, and is nearly 10 years older than me. But I closed the deal!!! Haha.. this is something I couldn’t have done before. Imagine sharing a business idea with a man much older than you, who has much more experience than you. Difficult right? Imagine the man buying the idea, and is willing to fork out $6000+ to engage in the business together, and use $160 per month for maintaining his health (when before that he is not concerned about that). Ha… Can you do it? And the funny thing is, I seem to take it for granted that the deal is to be closed. I think I’m weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalene came over to ask me after the deal, &lt;strong&gt;“How did you do it?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, &lt;strong&gt;“Just like that lor. Actually it’s the same as any business deals.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. And she’s amazed. So is Cheewai (the friend whom I closed the deal for), and some of the people who saw us close the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it’s really easy coz the business idea is good, and the deal is good, and the promos are good. I only sat there and shared what I know, and answered what he wanted to know. It’s like an algorithm machine. You key in the question and press enter. And it replies. Then when you feel that you’ve gotten what you want, you just click Accept Idea. Easy as ABC right? Only thing is that in business there has to be transaction. For people who’re working and has the financial capabilities, it is easy for them. It’s only for people like me who don’t have the financial capabilities that we have to keep thinking whether to buy into something or not. That’s why the Rich gets Richer, and the Poor gets Poorer. Sometimes all we have to do is RISK. And luckily I took it 3 years ago when I was 20 years old, though I really went through a lot in this risk taken. But of course, adequate risk is enough, not overly risky. I’m an evader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Year Is OUR YEAR! I believe in this. *TRUST*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I speak more knowledgeably than I blog. Haha.. My blog seems to be filled with random rattlings most of the time. But, who cares? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I’m going to an incredible networking seminar by Jason Shih, a master networker and network speaker. Don’t know what to expect. But I’m sure it’s something good. I’ll rest early to prepare for tmr bah. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri4_lnjlKtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZwxGk4gKF7U/s1600-h/sleepy2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057049347089574610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri4_lnjlKtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZwxGk4gKF7U/s320/sleepy2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3084007321256665981?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3084007321256665981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3084007321256665981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3084007321256665981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3084007321256665981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Ri5BOXjlKuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o6FmDRMWicA/s72-c/DeathTemptation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-952598346527889184</id><published>2007-04-24T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T01:56:23.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Home Sweet Home~</title><content type='html'>I’m finally home! After 2 days of consecutive fyp-ing, I’m finally back at my comfortable room, lying on my comfortable bed. I never knew my bed can feel this good… And my television is right in front of me, showing the variety show 蓋酷の兵团.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete Blissfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna sleep earlier tonight. Tmr I’ll be going to SMU for project meeting with my team mate for FYP. Have been spending so much time on it. Hope I can finish it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Juan is so extremely nice. She was an A student for Java, so I asked her for help for my java. And she agreed amidst her very busy schedule. Thanks babe~~ Love ya~~ Tmr I’ll be meeting her to consult her about it. I think I’ve met my new angel!! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RizvTnjlKoI/AAAAAAAAANk/zcdleKgZWM8/s1600-h/angel3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056679601944996482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RizvTnjlKoI/AAAAAAAAANk/zcdleKgZWM8/s320/angel3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn how to dance and learn my jap. Think I’ve forgotten most of my jap. Gimme a temp job that I can earn loadsa money in 2 months! I’m ok with frontline jobs, emcee jobs or even write reports… In fact, I think my report writing skills are quite good. Just no OT, coz I won't have the time. Gotta earn some money after I’m done with my FYP to finance myself so that I can take up some classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired Tired. Been laughing so much today. Haha.. Don’t know why, being with KL always makes me break into hysterical laughter. Annie says that KL is my Truman Show. Haha… Every single action he does makes me laugh so much that my stomach hurts. But to clarify, I laugh at almost anything lehz…. KL just happens to entertain me more coz he can’t focus on his studying. Haha.. But it was fun studying with him and Annie, even though he just banned me from studying with him. Blahx. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RizvPnjlKnI/AAAAAAAAANc/lfiLo8_6p8g/s1600-h/haha.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056679533225519730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RizvPnjlKnI/AAAAAAAAANc/lfiLo8_6p8g/s320/haha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've recovered from our quarrel from the last time. Hehe... He brought breakfast over!!! Other than my ex-bf (can't remember if he brought before or not) and my family, no one has ever bought breakfast to my place in the morn. So touched... I shall hereby name KL as the first guy who brought breakfast to my home in the morning, so we shall call him Sir KL. Muahahaha.. Really going cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I’m gonna sleep. I made 3 posts today!!!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-952598346527889184?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/952598346527889184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=952598346527889184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/952598346527889184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/952598346527889184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-finally-home-after-2-days-of.html' title='~Home Sweet Home~'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RizvTnjlKoI/AAAAAAAAANk/zcdleKgZWM8/s72-c/angel3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-7160605303326572983</id><published>2007-04-23T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:21:33.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Crashes in a row!!!</title><content type='html'>Argh!!! My laptop keeps crashing!! Though it's very pretty, with dual processor and easy to use, I can’t stand it when it starts crashing. Once it crashes, it won’t work even if you press ctrl alt dlt. Think there’s something wrong with the hardware. When I first got it a month ago, it keeps hanging, then starts crashing once a day or many hours a time. But today, it crashed like a few hours after I start using, and henceforth, every 10-20 minutes once! It’s driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RixsJHjlKlI/AAAAAAAAANM/dgKhAqlSr-Q/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056535385533131346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RixsJHjlKlI/AAAAAAAAANM/dgKhAqlSr-Q/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s so pretty.. but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RixsJXjlKmI/AAAAAAAAANU/9FXR3RsNGE8/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056535389828098658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RixsJXjlKmI/AAAAAAAAANU/9FXR3RsNGE8/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Gotta take it to the repairs right after I’m done with my Final Year project this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going Mad from studying/doing project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie and I are studying at woodlands library now. We must be going mad from the mugging.&lt;br /&gt;Annie’s been laughing to herself while studying and listening to Mr Brown's show at the same time. Hahaha… I wanted to post a picture of her laughing to herself, but she don’t allow. Invasion of privacy right? Yes. Understood. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, happily taking pictures of my laptop coz it crashed so many times, and posting it on my blog. I’m going crazy too. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are the Self Entertainment Queens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. A list of things to complete before library closes at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete FYP html pages with pseudocodes (Almost done)&lt;br /&gt;2) Put nice index page for Iridology website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’ve gotta plan out the cashflow competition for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;加油! 加油! 加油!!! &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/6923625295599366111-7160605303326572983?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7160605303326572983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=7160605303326572983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7160605303326572983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7160605303326572983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-crashes-in-row.html' title='5 Crashes in a row!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RixsJHjlKlI/AAAAAAAAANM/dgKhAqlSr-Q/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8419636692798819352</id><published>2007-04-23T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:18:05.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is gonna be a very long post. Be prepared to read what you’ve missed out for the last few(many) days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studying after exams with exam freaks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I’ve been spending most of my time either in school or woodlands library. Been rushing my final year project and settling things for the holistic fair and upcoming seminars that there wasn’t time to even write much for my blog. I’ve so many things to write, but no time to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to explain my previous entry, actually I’m ok larz… Think I’ve been seeing too many iris pictures and writing too many reports that the negative energy came to me. Iris pictures give out a lot of negative energy, especially those of people with poor health. So don’t worry, I’m doing great. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually been laughing so much the last few days while studying together with KL and Annie, and also yesterday at KL and Cyn’s place. Was supposed to be doing calling for the seminars to people from the holistic fair, but I end up doing my final year project, and later on watching the last episode of 白色巨塔. Wei Jie was the man. Haha.. he ended up doing most of the callings. But KL and Cyn say they’ll call the rest today. Muahaha.. I really don’t feel like looking at those names and things anymore. Been seeing so much of them while doing the report and editing the compilation of the list that I don’t want to see it anymore, at least for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pictures of us studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picture of KL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took a picture, but I was typing this while sitting next to him in the library. He say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why you put my picture? Invade into my privacy lei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah… So never put. Haha.. Maybe annie might put it in her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;(Picture of Annie) &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie studying hard. (Asked to be taken down after this is posted. Muahahaha...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw61njlKaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9Ik7v_0gNdc/s1600-h/P1010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056481174455921058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw61njlKaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9Ik7v_0gNdc/s320/P1010174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me busy typing away for my project. (Act of revenge by KL)&lt;taken&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the picture look nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Annie’s place to stayover after the meeting at KL and Cyn’s place. Coz… woodlands is really a journey from my home in sengkang. Don’t wanna waste my bus fare coz coming back to woodlands library the next day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie’s place was really interesting. She has a very hip mum who wears very classy and in style clothes. Wow.. spent at least half an hour in her room while she showed me all her nice clothes and accessories and shoes that goes with it. Next time when I go out for dinner I know who to look for. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie must be real bored coz I slept early last night. Was so very tired…. I slept around 1am. So she went off with some self entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw613jlKbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mVJhH0UwOVI/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056481178750888370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw613jlKbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mVJhH0UwOVI/s320/P1010182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture looks nice!!! So artistic. Reminds me of my art project on photography. Look at the lighting. Cool rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw62HjlKcI/AAAAAAAAAME/L3n4Tg9ZNRE/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056481183045855682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw62HjlKcI/AAAAAAAAAME/L3n4Tg9ZNRE/s320/P1010183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem… Why you take sneak pictures of me sleeping??? Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw62XjlKdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5nx3dELhS4Q/s1600-h/P1010184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056481187340822994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw62XjlKdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5nx3dELhS4Q/s320/P1010184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And she seems to be enjoying herself so much. I feel like an animal in the zoo. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only realize those sneak pictures while retrieving pictures from my camera today. Annie really does self entertainment well too. I realize that there’re many people around me who loves doing that. My brother, myself, my dad, my mum, ok my family, annie, weijie. Muahaha… There must be an even longer list of people who does that. These people are only the people I’ve observed these last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Self Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sitting in the living room watching soccer (don’t ask me why. I don’t know myself. By the time I realize I was watching with them, half hour already passed) with my brother and dad yesterday. Suddenly I started singing and dancing with my hands. Ahem. Then my brother say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are you trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I suddenly realize I was self entertaining. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don’t know if you tried this before? While at home, you suddenly did things you don’t know you’re doing. Like talking to yourself or singing or anything. Maybe even dancing about. After my brother said that, then I realize, he was also self entertaining. My dad fell asleep and I went off to do my things (when I realize I was watching soccer all those while), my brother was still talking away. Hahahaha… he was like the commentator. Talking to himself while watching soccer. So funny. And he asked me what I was doing. He should know I was self entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B Team gathering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I went to my B(est) Team gathering. In case you don’t know what B team is, it’s actually my assistant coach team. In WBG, we have a group of assistant coaches specially selected and groomed for our trainings for entrepreneurship. Assistant coaches are split into 3 teams, A(rete) team, B(est) team and C(onqueror) team. I am one of the few selected to be an assistant coach(AC) and in B team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was held in Annaklakshmi. A really great vegetarian indian charity restaurant. It’s a eat as much as you like, pay as much as you like restaurant. I was late, so by the time I reached most of the ACs already finished their dinner. I was told that the television crew for a European food channel had came to interview and interviewed some of them. So cool!!! Too bad I was late so I didn’t see any of that. Anyway, the food there is great! If you’re into vegetarian indian food, do try it out at that place. It’s at Chinatown Point Basement 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Nick brought me to an interesting massage place. Nono.. It’s not sleazy. It’s a very nice, cozy place, and at the same time filled with prestigiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;足浴阁 Bath Culture Foot Therapy&lt;br /&gt;59 Temple Street S(0588604)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw74HjlKgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/t3fwPfP9UyE/s1600-h/P1010179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056482316917221890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw74HjlKgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/t3fwPfP9UyE/s320/P1010179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken by their daughter while I hold on to the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t it seem a nice place? And it’s in Chinatown, just next to the Chinatown MRT. When you walk into the place, it’s like going into a different dimension. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw733jlKfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Wvmt84pisJg/s1600-h/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056482312622254578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw733jlKfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Wvmt84pisJg/s320/P1010176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They’ve been on many magazines, and their charges are really cheap too. For introductory prices, their foot bath is at $10, and their massage is at $10 per ten minutes. After a 20 minutes massage, my shoulder ache practically disappeared. Until now, I only feel a slight ache after spending hours at my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bosses of the place are really nice people too. One of the lady boss is called Doreen. And she’s on great terms with Nick. So after our massage we had a long chat with them. Their business is so good that they open till 11plus or midnight. They also serve great tea. I was so impressed with their tea that I ate up the tea leaves, not knowing that they’re not supposed to be eaten. Opps. Haha.. Doreen was so shocked when she see the tea leaves gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband was the one who concocted the tea. He had great interest in concocting tea and making desserts. He concocted a new dessert and let us try too. It was really… NICE!!!!!! He says that he’ll be making the desert next time every Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and serve them as a reward to the regulars. Really hope I can be like them in the future. Doing something I love with my loved ones and earning loads of money at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a picture of their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw73njlKeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2OSAPKXgBWg/s1600-h/P1010175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056482308327287266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw73njlKeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2OSAPKXgBWg/s320/P1010175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a little shy so she didn’t smile for the camera. We were there till 11+ at night, and she was still there waiting for her parents to get off work. The place is like her playground. Haha.. how nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t really remember the names for the tea and the dessert that we eat. Next time when I go over again I’ll take pictures of them and the menu. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re interested in having a good body and/or foot massage and relieve your stress, this is a great place to go to with very reasonable rates and great services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABN Amro card holders have privileges at that place too. ^_^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8419636692798819352?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8419636692798819352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8419636692798819352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8419636692798819352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8419636692798819352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Riw61njlKaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9Ik7v_0gNdc/s72-c/P1010174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8279575131581279122</id><published>2007-04-21T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T03:20:21.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>The time is 3.03am. I don’t know why, I feel so scared all of a sudden. As I lay in my bed, filled with trepidation nearing tears, I heard the door opening. My brother’s coming home. I felt a relief and rush to open the door. But things fell and blocked the pathway of my room’s door. I felt really scared. Scared that I’ll be stuck there forever and no one will be bothered with me. I don’t know why I just feel so scared, so scared that I want to cry. I’m so scared I just feel like shouting out loud for someone to open the door for me. I’m scared everyone will leave me, no one will want me. I’m scared I’m not good enough. Just when I’m feeling scared, my handphone rings. Haha… Annie sent me a msg asking about the iris reports from the holistic fair. I felt much better. Like there are still people around and I’m not alone. Seeing my brother in the living room, with my dog prancing around, I felt much better. I’m not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alone in the room, I still feel so scared. Lately, I just want to do things my way. I don’t care about everything nor what people think. I just want to do it my way. Maybe I’m just afraid to sink back into depression. I’m scared of the feeling of being scared, and feeling rejected, feeling discarded. I’m scared… I’m really scared… I’m so scared of the night, being alone in my room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after posting this I’ll calm down.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8279575131581279122?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8279575131581279122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8279575131581279122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8279575131581279122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8279575131581279122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4080384659737333347</id><published>2007-04-18T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:58:56.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a genius!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Muahahaha.. I think I’m a genius!!! I wrote a community service report for a community service project I did 3 years ago! And I wrote 3 pages long for that. Guess what community service I did? You’d never guess it. I was a dancer for the National Day Parade. And with that experience from 3 years ago, I can write a 3 pages report of the experience I had, things I learnt, and how it’d help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had doubted the significance of the contribution I made whilst performing a dance for the whole Singapore. But I slowly realize that the things we do, however small, actually contribute to the well-being of others and to ourselves. With just a performance by us, giving in just a small effort, we show the lively side of Singapore, giving an identity to Singapore and even attracting tourists. In life, we often don’t feel the importance of the things we do, hence we may feel not motivated to perform our best. In actual fact, even if what we do isn’t shown to the masses, whatever we do does make an impact to our surroundings. I learnt that if we do our best, people will feel it and our surroundings will improve for the better. Also, through this event, I learnt more about myself and how to persevere if I were to meet challenges in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha… I’m a genius. Ok. But I really do mean it. As I was writing the report, I was half thinking, how can a dancer for NDP be contributing towards the society? And, how is it possible to be significant enough that I can even write a report on it? Yet, without thinking much, I can write 3 pages within half an hour. I think I’ve really grown since 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to work! Still got a list of things to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do list:&lt;br /&gt;1) Confirm number of IAs for meeting on fri with June&lt;br /&gt;2) Finish pseudocodes for HTML for FYP&lt;br /&gt;3) Review for holistic fair (At 9pm)&lt;br /&gt;4) Get iridology website done (quick!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Complete the 30 forms for IA (less than half more to go)&lt;br /&gt;6) Submit indemnity form for intern and I grade form (tmr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running!! Woodlands Library is closing in… less than 10 min!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4080384659737333347?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4080384659737333347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4080384659737333347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4080384659737333347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4080384659737333347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-genius.html' title='I&apos;m a genius!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-234399298203627333</id><published>2007-04-18T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:10:34.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry’s Free Cone Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I’m supposed to write on my adventures with MJ and the holistic fair, but I’m so excited over today’s free cone day that my hands won’t stop typing! If you’re not there for the ice cream today, &lt;strong&gt;you are not a Singaporean! &lt;/strong&gt;How can you miss out on such a great freebie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the queue! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHN0JQp3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YTDHD6XrbXw/s1600-h/Image(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454090710427506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHN0JQp3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YTDHD6XrbXw/s320/Image(15).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue was really long, but we took less than half an hour to get the ice creams. And while queueing, we just snap away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHOEJQp5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/83FApaIyBdQ/s1600-h/Image(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454095005394834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHOEJQp5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/83FApaIyBdQ/s320/Image(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And away… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHQEJQp6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XnMSLDIsyVs/s1600-h/Image(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454129365133218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHQEJQp6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XnMSLDIsyVs/s320/Image(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And away… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHQUJQp7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/eXICvhR4XFg/s1600-h/Image(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454133660100530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHQUJQp7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/eXICvhR4XFg/s320/Image(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in the name of blogging! Haha.. no. It’s actually so as to make James regret for not joining us today. =Pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHiUJQp8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sMxNA1_LFHs/s1600-h/Image(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454442897745858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHiUJQp8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sMxNA1_LFHs/s320/Image(21).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jerry’s Free cone day also conducts charity for brain – injured children. We got our ice cream and donated money too. Too bad most people just went for the ice-cream but didn’t donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUIrEJQqEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hDC0Fx_TXW0/s1600-h/Image(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054455692733229122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUIrEJQqEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hDC0Fx_TXW0/s320/Image(24).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And they have so many flavours!! Normally freebies are not supposed to be this good with varieties for you to choose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHiUJQp9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2atdUpUfOOk/s1600-h/Image(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454442897745874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHiUJQp9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2atdUpUfOOk/s320/Image(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess what flavour I took? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got the famous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUIq0JQqDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1SThQYrg7-U/s1600-h/Image(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054455688438261810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUIq0JQqDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1SThQYrg7-U/s320/Image(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it’s really nice!!! Oishii!!! The chunky bits taste so great when you bite it. The chocolaty taste and the fragrance of the chocolate just ooze into your mouth. When you take the first bite, you just want to take the second. And by the time you realize, the ice cream is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ couldn’t stop eating his strawberry cheesecake ice cream, and so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE QUEUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHikJQqAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K8v1EC5gbk4/s1600-h/Image(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454447192713218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHikJQqAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K8v1EC5gbk4/s320/Image(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Aren’t we just loyal citizens of Singapore???? &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHs0JQqCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MWyfaglK6FI/s1600-h/Image(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454623286372386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHs0JQqCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MWyfaglK6FI/s320/Image(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s can’t take Singaporeans like us. If this happen everyday, I think they’d close down permanently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel guilty of not letting Jiayao join us today. Hope he gets his ice cream. We really were intending of having girls' day out. Oh.. And do you know MJ's a gal too? (agreed upon by June) &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUMTUJQqFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rVXv6Psk_No/s1600-h/haha.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054459682757847122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUMTUJQqFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rVXv6Psk_No/s320/haha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://world-of-shine.blogspot.com"&gt;Annie’s blog&lt;/a&gt; for more details and pictures from our Free Cone day trip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-234399298203627333?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/234399298203627333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=234399298203627333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/234399298203627333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/234399298203627333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/jerrys-free-cone-day_18.html' title='Jerry’s Free Cone Day!!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiUHN0JQp3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YTDHD6XrbXw/s72-c/Image(15).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3410450967178259522</id><published>2007-04-16T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T03:26:04.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Friday I’d a quarrel with KL that led to non-stop quarrels for a day. We’ve always had our differences, but never had we had serious quarreling in front of people. Because of some misunderstandings on Friday night, we kept quarreling yesterday. It was a silly misunderstanding. I was angry with myself, I don’t know what he was thinking, and we both just started being angry with each other. I really don’t know why we started being so critical with each other until now. Anyway, we quarreled so badly that we never once had a real exchange of words, other than snide remarks, even though we’re working so hard for the holistic fair. The holistic fair was a great success, but I felt really sad because of our quarrels. Only then, did I realize the importance of KL and also how important my friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like quarreling with friends, and very rarely quarrel with friends. But I was just so angry and upset. After quarreling with KL on Friday night, I was so upset that I called James (whom I shall now call Mr 911), and cried to him for half an hour, but ended up laughing the remaining half hour. James is a really very nice and capable guy (hehe.. you owe me a meal for advertising that in the blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still had quarrels with KL on Saturday, we made things up at night. And things went better between us today. After our holistic fair, KL asked MJ to come over for our celebration dinner, all the way from Hougang to Bras Basah Road, saying that we have a lot of things to carry. Maybe he wanted to make me happy by asking MJ along? I don’t know. But I was really happy to see MJ. MJ is going to HK soon. Only after seeing MJ that I know I really missed him, even though I just saw him last week. In the past, I saw him almost everyday. I think before seeing MJ today, I almost forgot about MJ because of my quarrels with KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda in this Independent Zone and defense mode lately. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiJ4fUJQp2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/V0Vgw9YaqCU/s1600-h/cool5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053734211241944930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiJ4fUJQp2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/V0Vgw9YaqCU/s200/cool5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just want to do what I want to, don’t bother me. Why should I do what you want me to? I’m already a grown up. Stop thinking that you need to help me plan everything, and stop thinking that I’m useless at everything. Trust me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s what led to the quarrels with KL. But after meeting MJ, my wall just broke apart. I don’t think he realized, but I was all gung-ho, leave me alone, I can do everything by myself. Even after we bade farewell to everyone after our dinner, and headed off to find our friend Maiko, I still had that wall. But right after, we crossed the roads to go off to the office, my wall just broke apart and I thought I can relax now. I’ve been so tensed up lately, with daily nightmares and a bad temper. Try reading my previous blog entries and you'll see the gung-ho me. I don’t know what he did. Maybe it was the care I felt when we crossed the roads, or the way he looks at me as if I am important, and his nervousness over me while I cross the roads. I suddenly feel that I can be myself, and don’t have to act as if I don’t need anyone. I really need to cling on to someone and I was so glad MJ was around. MJ is really important. I’ll miss him so very much when he goes to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why I always felt so alone when I have so many great friends around. Friends who love me regardless of what I do or the tantrums I throw or even if I thought they don’t care. Even though I quarreled with KL the last few days, I still need to switch on the light decoration he gave me during Christmas last year, and look at it for a while before turning off and falling asleep. Actually I have to look at it every night before going to bed. And even though we quarreled so badly the last few days, he was so nice to me today. Guys are supposed to have ego issues, but KL just treated me so understandingly nice even for my bad attitude. How can I not love him? How can I even be angry at him in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have very good female friends like Wanlin, Pan and Annie. The time when I felt so alone, Wanlin suddenly appeared and came to my home to ask for my advice. I felt really happy and relieved, as if I’m alive again. She didn’t know she was doing me a favour instead. But I don’t really quarrel with my gal friends. Maybe James is right. Friends whom you quarrel with and made things up, you’d become better friends with them. Perhaps that’s why MJ and KL are so dear to me. We really went through ups and downs, quarrels and nice times. I really don’t want MJ to go HongKong. If I can’t make that wish, then I wish that time will pass quickly when MJ goes to HongKong. But.. that’s not a good wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish that another person will come into my life as the form of MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always what happens. Like… last time my Mr 911 was Richard, and now James appeared. And when I went to POV without KL, feeling so frightened, KL came in the form of Max. And Max is really so wonderful… I don’t mean people are replacements, but God do send angels to you in the form of different people. KL and MJ are my angels now, and they’ll always be... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired I'm gonna conk out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next entry will be on the &lt;strong&gt;Holistic Fair&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Night out with MJ searching for Private &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maiko&lt;/strong&gt;. Stay tuned for great happenings and interesting experiences! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiJ4fUJQp1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ozbV6KTPJSQ/s1600-h/haha.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053734211241944914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiJ4fUJQp1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ozbV6KTPJSQ/s200/haha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3410450967178259522?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3410450967178259522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3410450967178259522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3410450967178259522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3410450967178259522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RiJ4fUJQp2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/V0Vgw9YaqCU/s72-c/cool5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4732975831427528177</id><published>2007-04-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:33:19.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The following scene is Restricted Adults. Be prepared to see a side of me you’ve never seen before from this posting. Those below 18 are not allowed. Hope you’ve taken your meal hours before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve been like so misplaced these few days that even my room is so messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5aFEJQptI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O9Ez8KvdvNc/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052574875014702802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5aFEJQptI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O9Ez8KvdvNc/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says women can’t be messy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5aEEJQprI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_rhKPhUtCJ8/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052574857834833586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5aEEJQprI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_rhKPhUtCJ8/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But within an hour, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRESTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5aD0JQpqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/K5iqF8OQqz0/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052574853539866274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5aD0JQpqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/K5iqF8OQqz0/s320/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5aEkJQpsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wHE7-ZyVmgk/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5cmUJQpwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qefKIRWUGfY/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052577645268608770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5cmUJQpwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qefKIRWUGfY/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore the paper bags at the bottom of the table. There’s really no place to put everything in the room. I’ve swept the room, changed all my bedsheets and cleared up my mess. But still gotta go to salvation army and recycling place to give away my things. I’ve so much things in my room that there’s no where I can keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How neat a person’s room is will actually dictate their mood&lt;/span&gt;. It’s really difficult to stay happy living in a messy room. So no matter how tight your schedule is, always remember to pack the room. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I really want to tie myself into a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering that lately I’ve spent too much time thinking about men. Becoming too 花痴, really should put more effort into my business, if not my mum will start complaining that I’m not earning money very soon. Ok. That was an excuse. I really should put more effort into the WBG business now since I don’t have to go school, but just need to do webpage coding for FYP and internship. I’ve been so used to not doing business that I just forgot to do business. From today, I’m officially starting up my business! I really love doing WBG business anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend a few of our team in GSS are going to the holistic fair to set up an iris analyst booth. We really put quite a lot of finances and effort into this event, coming up with our pamphlets and namecards etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5boEJQpuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eHc1Pp0S9wE/s1600-h/1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052576575821752034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5boEJQpuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eHc1Pp0S9wE/s320/1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be giving consultations of iris analysis and selling Fibre Plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5cCkJQpvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Oyv7_DT4UfI/s1600-h/bowel_chart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052577031088285426" style="CURSOR: hand" height="290" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5cCkJQpvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Oyv7_DT4UfI/s320/bowel_chart.gif" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fees (per consultation) are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes - $13 (normally at least $80 in the market)&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes - $18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fibre Plus will be sold at $48 each and $90 for 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fibre Plus is slightly more expensive than normal WBG rates because the rental fees at the holistic fair are very expensive so we’d have to scale it higher. If you’re interested in finding out about your health through your iris, you can pop by to the holistic fair and come for a consultation. There’ll also be a health seminar on Iris and Health worth $5 each for people who bought 2 fibre plus (date to be advised).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4732975831427528177?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4732975831427528177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4732975831427528177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4732975831427528177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4732975831427528177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/messy-messy.html' title='Messy Messy'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5aFEJQptI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O9Ez8KvdvNc/s72-c/P1010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-7507605475018623646</id><published>2007-04-12T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:06:04.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Slimming Sweets</title><content type='html'>Last saturday, I had a tremendous discovery when I went for A/Prof Haresh's Metabolic Syndrome seminar. A/Prof Haresh was great at delivering the health message on Metabolic Syndrome. After that, there was actually a launch on a new product! Ok.. Not really a launch. WBG had brought in from Korea 200 boxes of Hunza Life Slim Diet Fiber (for fun I heard). It’s one of the most interesting sweets I ever saw, and definitely one of the most expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5VmEJQpmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KmZ_75p5cgA/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052569944392246882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5VmEJQpmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KmZ_75p5cgA/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A box of this costs S$200!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a look at the inside &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5VmUJQpnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xjQ2o6OkOY8/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052569948687214194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5VmUJQpnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xjQ2o6OkOY8/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Each bottle costs $100! &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5VmkJQpoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/O-lOl-HvkTA/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052569952982181506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5VmkJQpoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/O-lOl-HvkTA/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;90 sweets in each! Look how big each sweet is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5V_EJQppI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oDapYccfVy0/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052570373888976530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5V_EJQppI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oDapYccfVy0/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I don’t even understand the ingredients in them. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While trying out a sweet each, Eepin and Cynthia was saying “&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I still can’t believe sweets can make a person slim down.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it!!! Hahaha.. I can’t resist the temptation. Have you ever seen sweets which will make a person slim? But of course, it’s not from my own pocket. My mum paid for it. There was a special offer on that day because of A/Prof Haresh’s seminar. With 2 VPs bought, or 1 family VP bought, we can get a box of (prepare for the long name) Life Slim Diet Fibre for just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;$30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! How cheap is that? And it’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;limited stock of 200 packets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Each person can only buy 2 at most. And the best thing is, eating sweets while maintaining your shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I brought it back to my mum, she said “You sure these will help a person slim down”, while happily eating one of it. You should have seen her face. Hehe.. She was so happy. My mum has been trying ways to slim down, but she don’t like to take VP and FP everyday, so this sweet is like a saviour. For one, it is very convenient, you just pop it into your mouth, for seconds, it is nice! The sweet tastes like honey dew, and when you chew it, it’s like those kinda powdery sweets. Sweet and nice. And trust me, the sweets definitely works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The functions is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1) Blocks off fats&lt;br /&gt;2) A sense of fullness so you won’t feel like eating too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t that cool? There’re other functions, but I only know of these two from the customer service. And anyway, products from WBG are normally very effective. I haven’t tried one product which is not effective yet as of now. Think if I found one like that, I can sell it for an even expensive price. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to buy a box of it to slim or for keepsake, I’m not sure if you can get it coz it’s out of stock now. But do let me know, and I can try asking if we can get from WBG Korea. I heard that if there’s a demand for it, it might be possible that WBG Singapore will get it into Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-7507605475018623646?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7507605475018623646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=7507605475018623646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7507605475018623646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/7507605475018623646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/incredible-slimming-sweets.html' title='The Incredible Slimming Sweets'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh5VmEJQpmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KmZ_75p5cgA/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-5832387314579329633</id><published>2007-04-12T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:12:45.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Wow! Just did a personality test online, recommended by Wanlin. It's really quite accurate.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(True to an extent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt; You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(True to an extent bah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt; You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt; Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you: &lt;/strong&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt; You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of: &lt;/strong&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(True to an extent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt; You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do try it out @ &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-5832387314579329633?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5832387314579329633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=5832387314579329633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5832387314579329633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/5832387314579329633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-9017964031158891383</id><published>2007-04-12T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T03:20:46.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaked out!</title><content type='html'>Ah!!! I jus realize... there're so many people reading my blog... I'm feeling a bit chickened out! *shivers* Ok. I asked people to check out my blog putting it under my msn message. But still, I'm so not used to exposing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shakes my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I'll get used to it I guess. And it's better for people to really understand and know me, then they thought they know me. I started updating this blog, and really made it into a blog because of the 3 card I've gotten some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a difficult time coping after going through POV a month after. I was having nightmares every night since my first POV, and it was getting on my nerves and sinking me into depression again. I was really afraid then, to even step out of home, and don't dare to go to school. I feel really scared, just stepping out of home, and when people look at me or talk to me. I know it sounds really weird, but that was how I felt. I felt so insufficient. So, I took a chance at 3 cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Will my problems be solved by just doing what I need to?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh0z7UJQpjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ISJNfSUF1wg/s1600-h/hiddenself_words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052251451092411954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh0z7UJQpjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ISJNfSUF1wg/s200/hiddenself_words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh0z7kJQpkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jhaXIh5Zgho/s1600-h/communication_word.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052251455387379266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh0z7kJQpkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jhaXIh5Zgho/s200/communication_word.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh0z7kJQplI/AAAAAAAAAGc/soRAFlZULKY/s1600-h/leadership_word.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052251455387379282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh0z7kJQplI/AAAAAAAAAGc/soRAFlZULKY/s200/leadership_word.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the way through my problems, I thought the best way to communicate is through writing a blog. I always had a problem with expressing myself when talking to people. It's really hard for me to express myself truthfully however much I want. Using a blog, I'll just blabber unknowingly, and from there find my true self. I always find myself in my writings. So... here I am, blabbering away to someone like you, whom maybe I don't even know. And it really feels good to be able to write truthfully of my own feelings. I'm starting to be able to face people truthfully now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! enough of these talks. Anyway, I'm really so glad that many people do read my blog and are concerned about me. I only found out that Jet reads my blog through Annie yesterday. I was so shocked! Haha.. but no offense. Really glad that I've an audience, especially when it's Jet. But.. eh.. I'm really working on the internship! *pretends to busily typing away* hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to checklist the things I've did today and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Plan out timeline for internship and start on webpage -- half way thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) FYP - Webpage coding -- Started but Stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Get tuition assignments -- Pending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Book facial appointments for aunt -- Fully booked! No more spaces! (*grr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Call Mr Zhou to borrow banner for holistic fair event (Done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Find that AJAX book I've borrowed for a long long time (Done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Ask Wilson about the freelance coaching of Microsoft programs (Done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chiang Chiang Chiang Chiang~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Incredible! I really did things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I'm tired. Tmr, there'll be a very interesting posting on the incredible slimming sweets! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-9017964031158891383?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9017964031158891383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=9017964031158891383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/9017964031158891383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/9017964031158891383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/freaked-out.html' title='Freaked out!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/Rh0z7UJQpjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ISJNfSUF1wg/s72-c/hiddenself_words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-2452668665786602539</id><published>2007-04-10T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:24:22.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random babblings</title><content type='html'>I've written a letter, and it's been 2 years already. Why is it that it's not completely gone yet? Grrr... It's ok. Things will be alright after more time. Seems like it's going to rain soon, I'll just go and hang my clothes and be back at night for more updates. There's a list of things I've to accomplish today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Plan out timeline for internship and start on webpage&lt;br /&gt;2) FYP - Webpage coding (*yucks*)&lt;br /&gt;3) Get tuition assignments&lt;br /&gt;4) Book facial appointments for aunt&lt;br /&gt;5) Call Mr Zhou to borrow banner for holistic fair event&lt;br /&gt;6) Find that AJAX book I've borrowed for a long long time&lt;br /&gt;7) Ask Wilson about the freelance coaching of Microsoft programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like such a long list...  Sigh. I'll update once I've gotten everything done. Ok! Time for a bath and get things started! 加油!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-2452668665786602539?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2452668665786602539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=2452668665786602539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2452668665786602539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/2452668665786602539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-babblings.html' title='Random babblings'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3174576775097069534</id><published>2007-04-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:32:07.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Jittery</title><content type='html'>I'm all jittery!!! Should I post all these online? Never mind. Ha.. I'll just disclose the boring stuff. Today was actually a day of pure decadence. I've done nothing much but rested. Really can't do anything. Internet was down, and I'm feeling all jittery since the morning. Guess I'm a bit stressed that school's ended and all I'm left with is Final Year Project, which is the toughest part, and also website making for Jet. So, after talking to James on MSN, I decide that, my rest is enough. Tmr, I shall wake up early and finish all the things that I should have done today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before then, pure decadence. Hahahahaha... I'm still recovering from my flu and stomach flu, just let me take a break please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The America Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you think, if I were to leave this place and go to somewhere 30 hours of flight away? Would you miss me? I'm sure you would, rite??? Jus say you would to please me. I... may be going away to America for a few months, from September onwards. It's still tentative as of the time being. My aunt wants to go there to take a break from her life, and if she likes it there, we'll stay longer, if not we'll just be there for a month. We'll have to wait for her friend to come to Singapore before knowing if we're going over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine the life over there, it should be fun. I can work part time as an ice cream girl, or finally be the dream job of my life, a waiteress! Everyone says it'd be dangerous for me to work as a waiteress coz I'm so clumsy. But, in America, there's no one there to dissuade me anymore! haha... Call me crazy, I don't care. I wish for a life, so simple yet so blissful, which is difficult to get in Singapore now. There's stress everywhere. My family asking me to look for a job suitable for a graduate, KL talking about WBG biz again and again (haha.. no offense), and so many responsibilities to look after. I just thought.. I'm starting to look so inwards that I forget about the needs of others. Perhaps if I can just get away, and finally do things I want to do, and live life simply without worrying about anything, I can finally let go and accomplish things that I need to do. Paradoxical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my aunt first told me of the idea, I swiftly replied her, "of course I'll go with you".&lt;br /&gt;She was so shocked, but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you able to just let go of everything you have now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I'm not really letting go. It's because I cherish the things I have now, that I feel I should leave. But of course, it's still not confirmed that we're leaving. Just a maybe. But I feel that I should explain why I'm so keen on leaving. It's not that I don't like living in Singapore. I love it here, so I wanna expose myself more. Perhaps, by the time I'm back, I can do great photography shots, and I know more about nutritional knowledge. There's so much room for thoughts about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while I'm in Singapore, I better work hard for my future too! And I am! Just fixed Wednesday to study hard with James. Kambatte! While everyone's busy studying for their exams, I'll be busy working on my projs and earning money. 加油! 加油! 加油!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3174576775097069534?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3174576775097069534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3174576775097069534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3174576775097069534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3174576775097069534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-jittery.html' title='Going Jittery'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-625529613085874495</id><published>2007-04-06T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:36:24.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I was adding a picture to my friendster, when I suddenly realize how much I've changed the last few days. Take a look at some pics of the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Year 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlWxyh-MI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LGtJv8HdKpk/s1600-h/12866014324052l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050265105395218626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlWxyh-MI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LGtJv8HdKpk/s320/12866014324052l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kylie's Bday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYnNxyh-SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/06SGHR68x8I/s1600-h/MJnMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050267149799651618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYnNxyh-SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/06SGHR68x8I/s320/MJnMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Convocation: When I first permed my hair&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYnNhyh-RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ovFiMw0Byhs/s1600-h/Makeover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050267145504684306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYnNhyh-RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ovFiMw0Byhs/s320/Makeover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makeover before Cindy's Bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlXByh-OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/r43OpXxtjhk/s1600-h/18224934561952l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050265109690185954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlXByh-OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/r43OpXxtjhk/s320/18224934561952l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holistic Fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYnNxyh-TI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ecPAl0Q9cxc/s1600-h/SCS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050267149799651634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYnNxyh-TI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ecPAl0Q9cxc/s320/SCS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SCS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Year 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlXRyh-PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vVnVLNfSO48/s1600-h/607845118l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050265113985153266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlXRyh-PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vVnVLNfSO48/s320/607845118l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B Team outing at a fantastic 'restaurant' &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlXRyh-QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2ASA5bUWsQ4/s1600-h/28698848323173l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050265113985153282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlXRyh-QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2ASA5bUWsQ4/s320/28698848323173l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trip to China 偶园&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Year 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYnOByh-VI/AAAAAAAAAFs/e4al7LIWmt8/s1600-h/CIMG2398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050267154094618962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYnOByh-VI/AAAAAAAAAFs/e4al7LIWmt8/s320/CIMG2398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Art project group in SMU lounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rarely take pictures, so these are most of the pictures I have. I didn't put the makeover pictures in, coz, they are MAKEOVER pictures. No point comparing. Even my aunt don't know the pictures hanging in my room are of me. See the vast difference of these past few years? I don't think many people can recognise me now. I couldn't recognise myself when I see myself in the mirror sometimes too. I think this is the only picture I have of my new hairstyle in 2007. I kinda like this hair style even though my hair stylist chose to do it of my own accord, without my actual permission. I was shocked when I saw how it turned out. But it's really an easy to style hairdo. I can do a princessy style, or a rock style, or even a teacher style, like that in the picture. Sorry I'm not a cam whore, so I don't take many pictures. When I start learning photography or fall in love with being photograph, I'll perhaps post more pics of myself bah. I'm really rambling nonsense today. Haha.. Just wanna share my past pictures and be amazed at my own changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just to share some laughter. I was checking my email today and saw a string of very funny emails sent by my groupmates from my art project. Here's a comic strip sent by Zhen Shen:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYu1hyh-XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/14SfO9Nz1Ak/s1600-h/AmyNBrownie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050275529280846194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYu1hyh-XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/14SfO9Nz1Ak/s320/AmyNBrownie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Funny Right?? This is only one of the things sent. Haha.. couldn't show all or it may invade on their privacy. Hope you get a great laugh out of this entry. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYvsByh-YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gDsoHtOSJtw/s1600-h/haha.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050276465583716738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYvsByh-YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gDsoHtOSJtw/s320/haha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-625529613085874495?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/625529613085874495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=625529613085874495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/625529613085874495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/625529613085874495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-adding-picture-to-my-friendster.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhYlWxyh-MI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LGtJv8HdKpk/s72-c/12866014324052l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-1903335452625302329</id><published>2007-04-06T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T04:11:33.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry's Free Cone Day!!!</title><content type='html'>For those who love Ben &amp; Jerry's, great news for you!!!! Jerry's Free Cone day is coming! It's on 17th April Tuesday. Wanlin, Annie, let's head down for a Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's! For those who don't know what Ben &amp; Jerry's is, where have you been all your life? Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's like one of the best ice cream I've ever eaten, not counting indinine ice cream. It's like so rich, and creamy and nice, and... HEAVEN! Their staff are also one of the friendliest staff I've ever met. The creators Ben and Jerry also seem like nice people on their documentary. You definitely have to try it. Ben &amp; Jerry's serves really great ice-cream. The only setback is that it is very... ex. ok. Perhaps not to you, but to me. So, free cone day is a day when people like me who loves Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's can get to enjoy them not worrying too much about the cost. So, do join in the free cone day. I've put in the poster for it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhU19Ryh94I/AAAAAAAAACE/13hXIJkAwk8/s1600-h/JerryConeDay.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVMUxyh-EI/AAAAAAAAADk/1AMs1ADG5gw/s1600-h/JerryConeDay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050026477012252738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVMUxyh-EI/AAAAAAAAADk/1AMs1ADG5gw/s320/JerryConeDay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't wait!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I'm in this really blissful mood. Hee.. Met a friend today for lunch, went to my cousin's place to fix his kinertec water filter, rushed to office for my grandma and grandaunt's facial and helped out with KL's mum for her friend's facial. Though I'm still down with cold, it's really enjoyable today. I felt really free and easy and just happy. I guess I've been this tensed mood the last few months, worrying about my future. But today, while living in that future, I actually felt happy. There's really nothing much to be afraid or worried of. Haha.. I really don't know what my brain is filled up with the last few months. Guess I'm really those kinda person who starts worrying when I've nothing to be busy with. Once I'm busy, I'll start feeling alive and happy all of a sudden, which reminds me of what Annie said the other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really get happy very easily". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. And guess what? I've been having blues for almost as long as I remember. Hmmm.. But to think about it, I really get happy and entertained easily. Just meeting MJ the other day coz I haven't met him for like weeks, I felt really really happy and excited. I was blabbering all about meeting him and getting excited all by myself just a few days ago, and no one could be bothered. Ha.. Everyone must wonder how come I can get so excited by just meeting MJ. I just... love my friends I guess. Like.. I get really happy when Wanlin came over my place the other day, even though I didn't really say so. I just feel like announcing to the whole world, she came to my place! haha.. and that even though we haven't met for a long time, seeing her is just like everytime we see each other, no matter how long it is. I really missed seeing her and meeting her every week. But seeing her again, I suddenly feel so alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a really weird kinda person. I appear very bubbly, outgoing, and honest to my feelings. But truthfully speaking, I don't know exactly my feelings. It's only recently that I've gotten in touch with them since POV. I haven't had a boyfriend for like... more than 2 years? And.. I really don't like writing a blog. Yah, and you'll start asking, then why did you start writing? And.. I'd answer, because I don't like it. I've been feeling the blues and having ups and downs for so long, then I'm tired of all these. I just want to feel myself, be myself, and be happy. If writing a blog makes me open myself up, then I'll do it. Coz it's easier to write facing a laptop, then talk face to face with people truthfully. And once, I get things started by penning my true self down, eventually my true self will show. This is what I believe in, at least up till now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes my head* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About boyfriends, people must wonder, how come I haven't had one for so so long. Today I met Henry, and he said, "how can you not have a boyfriend looking like that?" I was shocked that he said such a thing, and shouting it out loud in the office. *Background info: Henry's a multi-millionaire businessman who's normally based in Thailand* Get how shocked I am? Lolx.. Ok. I was wearing a little too little today coz I had to rush about. It was really hot today. Maybe next time I'll take a picture of that halter-neck I was wearing today. Haha.. Anyway, Justin also said the same thing the other day. "Someone like you don't have a boyfriend, there must be a problem somewhere" And guess what? Bingo! I do have a problem. Blahx. I have a problem with opening my heart and accepting new people into my life, into my heart. I'm afraid. I'm afraid people might hurt me, reject me for who I am or leave me. That's why, not only do I not have a boyfriend, but I also don't have really good new friends, other than Zoe. But Zoe's different. She's the kind who'll just step into your heart whether you like it or not. That's why she's so sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things seem to change now. Recently, I think my heart seems to be opening up. I met some very nice new friends who're in my project groups. Though we're not like best of friends or anything, more like new friends or maybe even acquaintance at this point of time, I felt like I can accept them now. Perhaps that's one of the reasons I'm feeling really happy now. I feel reborned, if there's such a word. I'm so happy, I feel like dancing and just gazing in the sky and dream with this silly smile on my face. See how easily I get happy? But, for a person who has not accepted people into her life for a long long time, do you know what it all meant? It means, I'm alive, and it meant a whole lot to me. It meant hope. I can see hope in my life, like a light in this future that I can almost grab it. I just have to keep moving forward, no matter how fast, no matter how slow. I can grab it, I can own it. And, I think, I might just be able to accept someone new in a relationship soon. I can just feel my relationship window opening. This relationship window is sorta a thing either invented by myself or something I've read a long time ago. A person can only have a relationship if his/her relationship window is open. KL says that for women, it is very fast. When the window is open, she'll get attached really fast. You can feel this window if you're sensitive enough. Just think of the times before you get attached to someone. That chemistry you feel, the joy and openness to the person you feel. That is it. That feeling that you can accept another, that you want to know this person more. That is the window. Maybe I couldn't pen it as easily as I can feel it, but just feel it yourself. Once you feel it, you'll understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these going on, my relationship with KL and MJ seems to get better too. I chatted with KL about everything including relationships till 2am last night. And chatted for some time with MJ today too. I can feel that in the near future, all of us from GSS will have really blissful lives. I can already see KL having his perfect 长今, MJ with his Miss Braces, and Annie with her Mr Wu Zun alike. Isn't the scene just blissful? All of us haven't been attached for as long as I rmb. Ha.. And all are really good looking people with great personalities. How can it be? Lolx.. all of us really do have problems of our own. Anyway, we're lucky that our problems are now slowly resolving because of POV. Thank God for it. ^_^ Only setback is that, if I've a boyfriend, think he'd have to go through really really many barricades. MJ says that he has to pass through him first, and he has to offer tea to KL because he's our 老大. Ahem. KL said the same thing. He has to pass through him before I can even have him as a bf. Now, who still wants to be my bf?? Hope I don't have to be an old maiden till the day that I die. Haha.. Really love KL and MJ for being so caring. I know they just want me to get the best guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 Cards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour ago, I asked the 3 cards from POV website about how to get a successful new relationship. And take a look at the cards I got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVR6xyh-JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ULUj5zKyZDk/s1600-h/DeathTemptation+_words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050032627405420690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVR6xyh-JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ULUj5zKyZDk/s200/DeathTemptation+_words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVR6xyh-KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P9LvkHwDkho/s1600-h/joining_words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050032627405420706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVR6xyh-KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P9LvkHwDkho/s200/joining_words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVR7Byh-LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BtrBv02-ixU/s1600-h/freedom_word.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050032631700388018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVR7Byh-LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BtrBv02-ixU/s200/freedom_word.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. It's really... accurate. You must wonder why. I've actually been having nightmares frequently every night since a few months ago. It's so bad that I can't sleep well so I kept falling sick easily. I asked Justin about the nightmares the other day, as he was the Iris Analyst then, and other then telling me I've a problem because I don't have a boyfriend for so long, he said to ask me to write a letter or something to let go of my issue. By letting go of it, I'll receive my freedom, and thus my happiness. Death temptation, is probably the reason why I'm feeling so dead for so long. By doing joining, in the form of writing a letter or meeting the person, or literally joining, I'd be able to receive my gift, which is freedom. And, that'd be my answer to a successful new relationship. I'm considering of giving that person a call tmr, or just write a letter to him and not send it out. It'd perhaps solve the issue once and for all. And, I'll finally get my freedom, and a blissful new relationship. Phew. I get goosebumps just thinking about it. And, well, for pp who really know me, look at the title of my blog. Hahaha... What a strange strange coincidence. This time, I'll completely resolve that issue. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;New life, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do try out 3 cards if you've any issue you want to resolve. The link is on my side bar. But do trust the process fully, or it'll just be another card to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Goals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Annie to join a singing competition with me today. Think by just signing up first, know the dates of a competition, I'll get about to recuperate my voice and train it again as before. It's been really long since I've taken part in a singing competition or really took singing seriously. The last time was like a few years ago. Going on stage will do good so that I can lift up my head to face people again. And, I'm an Emcee anyway. I'll like to perform on stage too, even if it's just for a few minutes. It's not about the fame, but about the high I get when I'm on stage. I'll most prob be the Emcee of this coming SCS in May too. It'll be real fun, coz now I've gotten the hang of being an Emcee. I don't really want to be famous, I just want to have fun on stage and write books that'll help many people in the future. That's what I want. Oh, and I'm gonna start on volunteery work from May too. Life is just... sweet. There's so much more I want to write, but it's late. Gotta sleep. Till next time! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVMWhyh-II/AAAAAAAAAEE/BVIFUljXmwU/s1600-h/haha.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050026507077023874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVMWhyh-II/AAAAAAAAAEE/BVIFUljXmwU/s320/haha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-1903335452625302329?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1903335452625302329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=1903335452625302329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/1903335452625302329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/1903335452625302329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/jerrys-free-cone-day.html' title='Jerry&apos;s Free Cone Day!!!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhVMUxyh-EI/AAAAAAAAADk/1AMs1ADG5gw/s72-c/JerryConeDay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-3383781232358091314</id><published>2007-04-04T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T02:02:55.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen Toe</title><content type='html'>I feel so sad now. My toe is swollen, AGAIN!!! Sighz... I had hurt my toe 1 year ago during SPS (Success Persuasion Seminar). It was a really freak accident which ended with me on a wheelchair for 2-3 weeks. I really just wanna complain now. That accident left me with an elephant toe (the pic's gone), but now it's recovered. And all of a sudden, as if it's not enough that I caught stomach flu, then cold, now my toe is swollen!! And it hurts. *sobx* I just feel so upset all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much things to do, yet I don't feel well. And the worst thing is that my leg hurts! It can be anything but my leg. Without a leg doing well, I'll have to limp about. For one, it looks ugly. But most importantly, I can't do anything well. I can't pack my room, I can't run about, I can't wear roller blades to blade, I can't even wear a decent pair of sports shoes and jump about. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhKMCCPWoXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VX44tZeXMQo/s1600-h/cry3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049252098824642930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhKMCCPWoXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VX44tZeXMQo/s320/cry3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighx. And recently, what I want is just to be able to run about freely. Guess there's nothing much i can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the last few days was really very very busy so I didn't post any entries. I was rushing my art project and my sports marketing project. Though a lot of time is spent onto both of them, I feel satisfied with the end products. Our presentation for Art went well, with a lot of laughters throughout it. The sports marketing project is more like self entertainment. I was working on the paper for a few days compiling everything from my group mates together. And only finally finished it at 4am last nite! But the paper finally looked presentable to me, so it really felt good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In less than 24 hours later, I'll have my first iris analysis exam. Phew. If I can pass the exam with flying colours, and the verbal exam after that, I can finally be a certified Iris Analyst!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhKRkSPWoYI/AAAAAAAAABA/obx_SMMEqCk/s1600-h/biggrin8.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049258184793301378" style="WIDTH: 45px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 45px" height="21" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhKRkSPWoYI/AAAAAAAAABA/obx_SMMEqCk/s320/biggrin8.gif" width="23" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See how happy I am? Hehe... I can't wait! But of course, I've to study well too. The more I read about Iridology and Nutrition healing, the more I'm bewildered at how our body functions. To tell the truth, I don't like seeing doctors nor dentists since I was young. But I'm really amazed at how our body can tell us so much about ourselves since the day man conceived, yet no one knows about it. I'm gonna study so much about iridology that I can become the next Dr Bernard Jensen, and help to develop the iris charts even further! Perhaps I'll get the nobel's prize by then! *dreams* Haha.. I'll explain more about iridology and health in my next posting after my exams. Hopefully by then, I am an Iris Analyst.  Call me 吴医师!  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhKVLiPWoZI/AAAAAAAAABI/-WSudgY3J5c/s1600-h/haha.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049262157638050194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhKVLiPWoZI/AAAAAAAAABI/-WSudgY3J5c/s320/haha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-3383781232358091314?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3383781232358091314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=3383781232358091314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3383781232358091314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/3383781232358091314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/swollen-toe.html' title='Swollen Toe'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RhKMCCPWoXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VX44tZeXMQo/s72-c/cry3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-8805036749609992335</id><published>2007-03-29T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:52:14.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawabunga Dude~</title><content type='html'>Today's really action packed. Woke up in the morn and set off a one day outing with my 2 brothers and my cousin Jing Chuan. In case you don't know, I have 2 younger brothers, Weiyang 21 years old and Weichong 18 years old. Our outing was planned since last week. Weiyang had specially took leave today so that we can all go out together to catch a movie and go for KTV. My schedule's as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am - 2pm: K Lunch @ Suntec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.10pm: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (My cartoon idols!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.45pm: Weiyang has a facial in WBG (Weichong waits there while resting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30pm: Meeting with Jet for internship project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm: Janice meets Eddie (Manager of Genecia, Miss Singapore Int' 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15pm: Facial with Janice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it action packed?? But, as usual, plans are meant not to be followed. I... overslept. Okok.. as usual. I know I know.. I was just really tired, and the bed felt comfortable so I slept in a little more. So in the end, we went out at 11am. Weiyang decided that taking a cab would be faster so we took a cab there. And, guess what? It's really slow! We got caught in a really slow traffic and reached there quite late. Think if we took the MRT, it'd be much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went well, and we went on to our next agenda, the &lt;a href="http://tmnt.warnerbros.com/"&gt;TNMT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RgqqQSPWoUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2I6j2etwkXQ/s1600-h/102184_tmnt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047033529172926786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RgqqQSPWoUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2I6j2etwkXQ/s320/102184_tmnt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really loved the show!!! Although it's really short, about 1hour 15 min only, but the story is nice, and most importantly, it reminded me of my childhood times! I knew I loved Donatello since young, but I really couldn't remember why. When my bros and I were younger, we'd act out as the Ninja Turtles. Weiyang would be Michaelangelo, Weichong would be Leonardo, and I would be Donatello. Weiyang loved Micky so much that he even named himself Mike till this day. Hehe.. Today, I finally remembered why I love Donatello so much, and why Weiyang loved Michaelangelo. I loved Donatello for his wits in building things. He can always create things out of his own bare hands when he's only a turtle, and he's always in a world of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Donatello = Brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm studying IT now.. Haha.. it must have been when I was young, Donatello really had a big impact on me without myself knowing. Micky also had a great impact on Weiyang. No wonder he's so fun loving and carefree. We are really what we watch and what we read. So in future when you have kids, you really have to be careful of what you let your kids be in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one spoiler before I end this, I really loved Michaelangelo. He's so funny!! Especially when he wears this big turtle head over his turtle head to act as a turtle at children's birthday parties. How ironic can it be? Do catch this show if you can, if you are a TNMT fanatic. Otherwise you may come out complaining it's too short for a movie and not worth the money you're paying. To me, I really loved it. Oh, did I forget to say that I watch it for free?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-8805036749609992335?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8805036749609992335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=8805036749609992335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8805036749609992335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/8805036749609992335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/kawabunga-dude.html' title='Kawabunga Dude~'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfrk0HNR1tI/RgqqQSPWoUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2I6j2etwkXQ/s72-c/102184_tmnt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-453725263563812261</id><published>2007-03-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:47:12.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iris analyst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Why money is important</title><content type='html'>Today's a weird day. I woke up feeling sick, had diarrhea and then had to rush for school and was late for an hour for my proj meeting. Had a project meetings, and a presentation in class, and headed back home for dinner. Was really really very hungry, so my mood wasn't that good. Got nagged for a very long time about my future, and how I should use my degree to earn money, big money, but not really BIG BIG money, coz that only happens in dreams, and make sure I have CPF. Grr...... I was going crazy just listening to all those. Sometimes I really wonder... If a person earns 2K and has CPF, she's doing well. If a person earns 4K and doesn't has CPF, it's not good. WEIRD! I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I guess nobody knows what I'm saying right now. My parents, aunts and friends from the older generation believes in CPF, that having CPF is a means of security for retirement. And, here I am, the new generation, all gung-ho, believing that I can strike &lt;strong&gt;my own&lt;/strong&gt; future out of&lt;strong&gt; my own&lt;/strong&gt; barehands, without using my degree. I guess they're not wrong in being so worried about my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decided to go all out to develop my future in holistic health, learning and practising iridology and networking at the same time. In fact, I am an Iris Analyst now (after submitting my 30 consultation forms). I really mean it that I want to be the next Dr Bernard Jensen (Look at my dream note). I know putting all my eggs on one basket is very risky, especially when the responsibility of my future is wholly in my hands now. My earnings will have its ups and downs, and I might be really stressed up worrying about my finances. So, being the safety first me, I also took up tuition jobs. I intend to take up 7 tuition kids so that I can have a minimal of $1000 every month, other than the earnings from being an Iris Analyst and a networker. Once I am sure of my earnings, I will go on to take up dance classes, singing classes and japanese classes. (So that I can use those to earn more money in future. Haha..)&lt;so&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me. I really love money. It's just that sometimes there are more important things than it, like passion. I really love to help people with their health, n I really hate to see people dying of illnesses. Being an Iris Analyst makes me feel very useful, and very proud of myself that I'm doing something to help people. And I really do hope I can be the next Da Chang Jin and save many lives, especially of people close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, actually being an Iris Analyst and a networker at the same time, really earns a lot of money. Much more than working. It's just that at the short term, nothing is promised coz I haven't really done much yet. When I start earning 5 figures, maybe I can start penning my thoughts on being rich and doing what I like. And then sell my book and earn even more! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must seem like some money sucker right? Actually, I am. Money means a lot of things to me. Money means security. With money, I can sleep safely every night, knowing that there is enough money to take transport tmr, enough money to eat, enough money to do what I need to do. Money means happiness. With money, my family can buy a new home, so that my dad won't nag at my mum for moving us all to SengKang 8 years ago. Money means love and care. With money, I can give presents to my friends not worrying about overspending. With money, I can buy things for my brothers and give my parents money. With money, I can buy more products (from WBG) so that my family won't have to save on the products by not eating. My dad's health seem to be deteriorating these days... Just coz we don't have too much money to buy indinine for everyone. And of course, money stops my parents from worrying, and allow them to retire. I'm constantly being reminded of that everyday by my aunts so I won't forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahx. I really do love money. don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-453725263563812261?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/453725263563812261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=453725263563812261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/453725263563812261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/453725263563812261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-money-is-important.html' title='Why money is important'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-709294217487435677</id><published>2007-03-27T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T02:04:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new day</title><content type='html'>Today's a great day of new decisions. Yesterday night I was thinking about my internship, and finally decide to work for Jet. Phew. It was difficult to make that decision. Working for Jet means a lot of self discipline on my part and no extra income for internship, even though that income is very insignificant. But.. it's still money!!! lolx.. Judging at my need of finances now, it is worth a lot. I decided to work for Jet coz of our discussion the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, Jet is a multi millionaire, businessman, global speaker who's invited to go China to hold country wide seminars for tertiary students, and a incredibly great mentor of mine. The last title is added by myself. Haha.. I really do think he's incredible. Anyway, the other day I was invited to join him for dinner. We chatted and I joked with him telling him that I've been following him for 2.5 years, and very soon I'll be getting married and having kids, and he's witnessing all of us from GSS grow up. He started lamenting that following him for 3 years, we should be very much more successful than we are now, which got me thinking that.. I've really not followed him for 2.5 years. I've actually spent very very little time with him, at most a month, even though I've known him for 2.5 years. So, because of this, I decide that I MUST MUST MUST really do something about my future. So I decide to work for him. And I'm going to work very hard. Can you imagine, being with a multi millionaire for 3 years who's willing to teach you how to succeed, and you still achieved nothing??? I must be crazy! And I thought I was crazy about money. Haha.. Guess I'm more crazy about going out with guys instead. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL WORK HARD FROM THIS MOMENT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just added Genecia to my multiply this morning. And after seeing Jet's new blog on Multiply, I've decided to move my blog to multiply!! Haha.. It's so much more user friendly. I can put in music, pictures, and link to so many people without going through the trouble of HTML. I'm so sick of programming lately, that I don't want to see codes while blogging. I've had enough troubles with the database for my FYP.... And I haven't started on my programming yet. Hmmm... From next week on, I'll see even more codes... coz my intern with Jet will start from this wednesday. I've to come up with a website for iridology. I'll prove that I'm a great tutor, great programmer and an even greater Iris Analyst. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okok.. Enough of my self talk. Once I've moved my blog, I'll update the links here, and in my friendster. Will probably do it on Thursday after my Marketing Research Quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;加油!! 加油!! 加油!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-709294217487435677?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/709294217487435677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=709294217487435677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/709294217487435677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/709294217487435677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/brand-new-day.html' title='A brand new day'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-4166957112773518950</id><published>2007-03-23T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:32:34.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Babblings</title><content type='html'>Blahx. My second post. Ha.. I really don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been to this wonderful yet agonizing course called Psychology of Vision. Inside the seminar, we did nothing much, except to open our hearts, communicate with people and listen to people. It seems easy, yet so painful. I faced the things I feared most in the seminar, and my chest really hurt like crazy. Sighx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting that after a month, I'm still in this weird emotional ups and downs. But... well.. as KL told me, we'll just wait for the next POV and continue with what we're supposed to do now. Life won't stop to wait for you just because you think you can't do it anymore. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a huge quarrel with KL a few days ago... Rather than saying a huge quarrel, I was being scolded by him. Blahx. And I acted like some victim like I've no other choice but to be upset, and I've no other choice but to listen to him. Why am I always trying to be the victim? It seems that all my life, I've been running away from responsibilities, and act as if I'm the victim. Every thing that went wrong in my life was not because of me. I can't help what's been happening. But truthfully, when I search deep in my heart, I wanted the sufferings. I wanted to be victimized. I want to prove that I'm the good guy, and everyone else is hurting me. I want to be the one being doted upon. Ha.. Isn't it.. pathetic? But.. I guess, it's not wrong in that way too. It's a way of survival. Phew. I feel much better after accepting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just being myself isn't so bad after all. Kambatte!!! I Love myself. *Muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. But anyway, I'm graduating soon. Just realized, I haven't fulfilled my internship yet!!!! Panic attack! Supposedly I'm to work for Jet to make TSM (Tertiary Success Model) Workshop website. But now, I'm not sure if the plans are still going on. In any case, it's good to find a backup. I want more money~! saw so many clothes recently, but no money to buy. Grr... Just wait! I'm finishing school lessons in jus 1 more week. Then I can start earning more more more money! hahahaha.. I'm crazy about money. Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-4166957112773518950?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4166957112773518950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=4166957112773518950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4166957112773518950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/4166957112773518950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/blahx.html' title='Random Babblings'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923625295599366111.post-288835558107382277</id><published>2006-12-20T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:10:47.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Posting after 3 years!</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I start to blog again after about 3 years. The last 3 years, many things happened and changed me a lot. I've been through many ups and downs and things I see now are of a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago, I've been to KL to attend a Success Philosophy Seminar by Number 1 Chinese Success Philosophy Speaker in the world, Steve Chan. It was a great new insight to things, and the first time I travelled overseas to attend seminars. The experience was wonderful, though filled with challenges as my friends and I were not adepted to that environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this trip, I learnt how important it was to create own stories and also, hard work. Many a times, we think that it's easy to get through just by being clever, and need not work hard. But after seeing Steve Chan, I finally understand how a person can become Number 1 in whatever he does. It is really by Hard Work! As Jackie Chan said, his success came from three things, hard work, hard work, and hard work. Many people say they want to be successful. But how many are willing to put in their time and hard work to overcome all the obstacles that come and labour their time for their dreams? Truthfully speaking, very few. It's a tough choice to choose between enjoying our youth now and toiling it over dreams, which sometimes may be filled with uncertainty and criticisms by people close to you. I choose to toil over my dreams because I believe in them, and I believe the people whom I work together with. Success comes behind challenges. If I don't even dare to face them and conquer them, this life isn't worth living. But to tell the truth, this decision isn't easy to make. Many a times I hesitate and start pondering, is this the right decision? Is it worth all the work I go through and the things I miss? But upon seeing my parents and my mentors, my belief is reaffirmed. Dreams do come true, and I want theirs and mine to come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923625295599366111-288835558107382277?l=racheldreamworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/feeds/288835558107382277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6923625295599366111&amp;postID=288835558107382277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/288835558107382277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923625295599366111/posts/default/288835558107382277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheldreamworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-posting-after-3-years.html' title='First Posting after 3 years!'/><author><name>Mummy Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01824725620890614527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDscuM3Bxvw/Tn9eFH4scWI/AAAAAAAABPM/kw413OnHUnE/s220/RachelnMikaela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
