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rachel, 16, nice to meet you. more.
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this blog has been here since June 01'. first at blogger.com and now at pitas.com.
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my heroes are weyling, david, nadia, weelee & hanna.
worship them like I do.

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dum dee da dum. My friend Hanna's personal site is here now. Say hello to her and give her some love. Tell her I sent you. MWUAHHAH. Hanna was one of my very very close friends in CBN last time. She's damn cool. Trust me. :)
mooo @ 10:34 p.m. Sunday, December 16, 2001.
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Shit. The stupid welfare home down the road is making a helluva noise coz they're having a stupid karaoke singing thingajimig. It's annoying, those little kids chanting along to Buddhist tunes. (erhm, no offense, it's just LOUD) By the way, its not even proper, its the first day of RAYA! Selamat Hari Raya to all muslims! Erhm.

Couldn't go out today because it would be hard to get to anywhere since it's the first day of Raya, so we decided to stay at home. The mother-and-daughter bonding has begun! My mother has already asked us to go to the market tomorrow with her, not my kinda place, but oh well. :)

I was hanging out the laundry today when I heard the ice-cream bell, so I called my sister to get us some cones. The ice-cream was delicious, the sun was scorching hot, and it brought back fond memories. Heh. In Singapore, you hardly ever (or never) get the ice-cream man in his motorcycle, ringing the bell as he rides along. Back then, when we were younger, we used to sit by the door to wait for the ice-cream man. Once we heard the bell, we would run out with money jiggling in our hands to the ice-cream man, and happily choose our ices. Yummyyummyyummy. I wish we were all young again.

Today was actually a nice day. My mum made breakfast, pancakes (and I helped a bit!), chee cheong fun (a chinese dish) for lunch and huge omelettes for dinner. It was nice, my mum hasn't cooked meals for YEARS. She bakes and all, but never cooks. So it was nice, and I knew she cared. I was sitting there and doing my homework while watching tv when suddenly out of the blue she said, "Rachel, in Singapore, don't drink too much Coke." I was like, "Why?" So she told me about this pastor they knew that loved Coke so much, and they had to operate on him, cut off his toes, and then his legs. Too much sugar. Euw.

I guess my mother and me, we always fought because both of us didn't know how to express to each other. My mother is one who hardly ever shows affection, and me, I always want to win. So we fight all the time, and back then going to Singapore was, in a way, running away, for me. And then as my first year went by and I was having trouble with myself, I would find myself calling home, and those calls would end up in crying sessions. Though I wasn't mature enough to realise it back then, I needed my mum for the "drive". I would've never reached anywhere without her. My second year, I went back the first term with a bad grade. My mum slaved me the whole break, and we fought alot then. Then on the last day, I entered her room to find her crying. My mother cried for me a lot, back then, even though I didn't know it. For my stubbornness, my rudeness, my studies, her mistake. She was always afraid that I would end up hating her for sending me off to Singapore.

I'm glad she did though. Slowly, I'm starting to grow up, know how she feels, and what to say to make things better. Learning to listen, and not answer back. Learning to comprehend her reasons for doing the things she does. My mum's not perfect, but neither am I.

So we're gonna battle the market tomorrow.
mooo @ 10:21 p.m. Sunday, December 16, 2001.

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hey WeyLing! I finally bothered to do the MUM's test. hah. I'm a creative mum. weird. And my favourite quote is "No problem! We'll just...". Grrrreat. I just can't wait to be a mother. Hah.
mooo @ 02:13 a.m. Sunday, December 16, 2001.
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I wish I had guts to get some of these done.
mooo @ 02:09 a.m. Sunday, December 16, 2001.
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I just did a what's your romantic fantasy test. looks like mine is a romantic fantasy, IN BED. cool. i didn't know that.
    There are few things better than waking up to the smell of hot coffee and sizzling bacon, or fresh fruit and granola, especially when it's right under your nose. What is it about the combination of breakfast and bed? It can be more intimate than a candlelit dinner, yet as comfortable as an old pair of slippers. And this is only the start of your Breakfast in Bed romantic fantasy.

    Yours is a dream inhabited by your trusty sweetheart and reliable soul mate, not by mysterious men from exotic places. Whether it's a cozy night next to a roaring fire, or an evening eating pizza straight from the box while wrapped up in a blanket on the floor, you love the fact that your fantasy doesn't need to venture far from reality.

    That doesn't mean you don't like a good surprise every now and then. Flowers on your pillow or tickets to the hot new show are enough to provide a year's worth of future daydreams.

Well. I guess it means i'm most likely the type who likes settling down and sticking to one guy, kinda true, but i sound oh-so-boring.

mooo @ 12:40 a.m. Sunday, December 16, 2001.
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moooo. i'm so bored now. surfing through way2kewl, martin's friend martin's site and his links. goodie.

A joke, courtesy of Siva:
You have been selected for FREE 3 Days and 2 Nights stay at Hotel Camp Taliban, Afganistan.
Free Lively Entertainment :-
1. Fire Works and Air Show by U.S. Air Force.
2. Get Physical - Exciting Games - Hide and Seek,
Smoke me Out - hosted by Osama Bin Laden.


Once in a Life Time opportunity -
once you come here..we guarantee you will never leave... For Confirmation and Reservation of front row seats contact Pakistan travels...

Offer valid only till Taliban exists.
Hurry!!

gd night sweetums!

mooo @ 11:32 p.m. Saturday, December 15, 2001.
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EEEk. Time for my justify-my-religion talk. I just read through David's blog again. Well. Anyway. I missed this entry.

Now, christmas has nothing to do with santa and his big belly, nor does it have anything to do to with celebrating Jesus' death! The whole santa thing was invented, later on, by people, perhaps to add vibrance (uhhuh, ask them) to the celebration, and Christians do not celebrate mr. santa. We celebrate the birth of Jesus, God's son who was sent down to Earth! Although it's not the exact date Jesus was born, but this day is universally celebrated. There's another reason why we celebrate Christmas on that day -- I'll go check it out again and get back to you. =P

Moving on, the death of Jesus is significant and well, it should be celebrated because when Jesus died on the cross, all our sins were taken away from us then. And, Jesus did rise from the dead 3 days later after all, so why not celebrate being able to enter heaven because Jesus took our sins away? Why not celebrate the birth of something so beautiful and whole? Why not celebrate the joy of Christmas? Why not the season of giving, sharing, and loving?

mooo @ 01:30 a.m. Saturday, December 15, 2001.
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mooo @ .
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WELL. 5 things you don't know about me:
    1. I have liked 2 girls before.
    2. When I was young, I had very sensitive skin so my parents brought me to the hotspring and tada, i got better.
    3. I have 3 rabbits, a dog, many fishes, and 5 turtles.
    4. I watched a porn movie once (not the whole thing la). In South Africa, I was bored and turned on the tv and there it was, and since I'd never seen one, I sat down and watched it. I HATED it.
    5. I absolutely hate alcohol and beer. Tried it, hate it. Yuck.
There, I hope no one's opinion of me is changed. LOL.

mooo @ 04:42 a.m. Friday, December 14, 2001.
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a good friend of mine from primary school recently talked to me a bit on ICQ, and we're gonna go for some party together. So we talked a bit, and she started talking about more personal stuff, and it was kinda weird. She sounds (and IS, most prob) different, sighs. And when I finally agreed to go to the party (I didn't want to go at first coz a guy had to fetch me back, that's a bit not-very-nice, might cause a couple of problems), she was so happy, seriously. And then she called me her best friend and then now she's gonna come and stay over at my house. I feel a little weird now. I like her and all, we were damn good friends in primary school, but I feel a bit awkward. Like I don't know what's going to happen. Weird.

Weyling and I created a new blog.

mooo @ 12:20 a.m. Friday, December 14, 2001.
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Heya. I went to the room and found my sister skipping. Wow. Soon she's gonna grow so tall I'll be eating her dust when she walks. How depressing to be SHORT!!! Now. If I had things MY WAY, I would make short rule all. Actually, it pretty much does, being a girl lah. Like how I wouldn't really have a problem finding boyfriends, and how I can wear all the heels I want in the world (note: nicole and cruise) and not feel bad, I can sneak through ANYWHERE, I can do sit-and-reach better, since my legs are short (this is proven), I can jump and not feel huge, I won't have awkward limbs all over me.......... On the other hand, what if I have short children who blame their forthcomings on ME?! Or like when you're dancing w tall people and you sososo need to stretch, or like your "friends" endless teasing about you been short, that inadequate feeling when you have two extremely tall and lanky friends............ sighs. I do despise shortness. Maybe I should join my sister at her skipping. Y'think it really works?
mooo @ 09:04 p.m. Thursday, December 13, 2001.
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oh weyling. i just wanted to tell you this. you know the person that could make you laugh, cry, happy, sad, hate, and like all at the same time? that's it. that you can lie to everyone, but not to yourself. you know yourself, and you know it. yay. you take care, and i wuw you forever. *muaks*
mooo @ 01:39 a.m. Thursday, December 13, 2001.
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hello. i have been stuck in bed for the past 24 hrs of some undiagnosed sickness. Heh. Actually just fever, headache, cramps, and vomitting. But I feel much better now, I think. My head still hurts. IMISSMARTIN. I miss my dad. *sniff*
mooo @ 01:36 p.m. Tuesday, December 11, 2001.
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She has a beautiful christmas layout. Well. :) Anyway, on to important matters, I apologise for giving Wey Ling the credit for Sean Biggerstaff, because it was Wee Lee's great idea actually, so all due credit should go to him. :) There, Wee Lee. Oh, and I got a new layout for my site! Go see!
mooo @ 12:56 a.m. Monday, December 10, 2001.
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yeah well. I'm in the christmas spirit. MY CHRISTMAS LIST:

ok, the BIG list:
    1. see martin
    2. martin!
    3. shopping vouchers for topshop (or shopping in topshop!!)
    4. tatty bears to add to collection
    5. $$$$$$$$$$
    6. air tickets to philippines!
    7. more cute pigs!
    8. afroman cd
    9. new novel to read
    10. fats remover
    11. an infinity of chocolate cookies (the irony...)
    12. a cat
    13. travis cd!!!
    14. think yellow!
    15. think pink!
    16. blue sewon lips (because it's diff!)
    17. all harry potter stuff!
    18. goldfish
    19. sunflowers
    20. new bedsheets, preferably the ones with little hearts on them, that i saw and fell in love with in topshop. 50% off now!
    21. a feather boa! black/purple/blue
    22. someone to pay my phone bills
    23. socks! u can nvr have enough
    24. to be 18.

mooo @ 12:43 a.m. Monday, December 10, 2001.
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Damn. I scratched the Compaq logo on the front of my laptop. And its only a month's old.... I feel like killing myself...
mooo @ 03:46 p.m. Sunday, December 9, 2001.
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This, this, and this have beautiful layout and lovely content.

I miss everyone. Why isn't anyone online? Hrmph.

Anyway I was a good daughter today. I hung out my blanket last night, and my mother was so pleasantly surprised she called me "kuai lui" (good girl ;P, HAH!) And then I reheated dinner for her, made her tea, took out the garbage, cleaned my room, and locked the doors. I feel like a saint today. Woo HOOO!

P.S: Wey Ling bought some of the wonderful layer cake that my mum & friends are making now. If you stay in Malaysia, order some for New Year/X-mas/Raya! To help the promotions you see, they work so hard making the layer cakes. email me then.

mooo @ 10:02 p.m. Saturday, December 8, 2001.
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If you're the kind of person that needs to go home feeling satisfied after watching a movie, DO.NOT.WATCH.JOYRIDE. The movie is suspenseful, keeps you hugging your legs in fear for the pooooor characters half the time; screaming (aherm) your lungs out whenever you get a sudden noise, grimacing every time the psycho does something gross, or even the way he talks, but the ending leaves you feeling so empty and dumb, you'll wish you NEVER EVER WENT NEAR THE CINEMA. so there.
mooo @ 10:58 p.m. Friday, December 7, 2001.
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yay! with the wonderful help of weyling :) my desktop is filled with Sean Biggerstaff's pictures. Here ya go . I-am-in-lurveeeee. Nevermind that his last name could bring some (special) meaning. pooh.
mooo @ 09:45 p.m. Thursday, December 6, 2001.
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I found a lovely title in this site. READ: never frown, you never know who's in LOVE with your smile. how true, don't you think now?
mooo @ 11:26 p.m. .
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GRRRRR.
Imagine this. At this very moment, I believe my father is packing his belongings for his trip to US and Japan. Before this, I was miffed about the change of plans that involved us not going along, but NOW I just feel depressed because I won't be seeing my dad (sniff) until Christmas Eve. If luck has it, he might even be preaching on a Christmas eve, and since US is one day behind, my dad will be back just in time to wave goodbye to Christmas. Great. This is going down history as my best, ever, Christmas. 

Ever celebrated a festival without your parent? It seems kinda weird, even, empty. Like that puzzle piece you almost finished, except for that one tiny piece you suddenly can't find. Remember when you were young and you went with your mum to the mall and you lost her? I feel so pathetic.
mooo @ 09:34 p.m. Wednesday, December 5, 2001.

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hey. I bought some pitas to celebrate the new pita layout, :)
mooo @ 10:26 p.m. .
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Hey. I (stumbled) upon this beautiful site. Melanie is one wonderful entertainer. Look what I found in her site:

YELLOW
You are yelly yellow. You are jumpy and like to yell. You like gold too. You are caring but sometimes you forget and you don't care. When you are gumoy you are very grumpy. TIP: Don't be so grumpy.

No wonder the yellow and I have so much in common. We are both grumpy (=P, don't I know it?) and yelly (heh, *ROAR*).

Oh, and since my initials are R.L., my disco name would be Rave Floss. Heh. I'm starting to like this site, and the owner, more and more. Wheeeee!

Hey, I am already 112 dog-years-old!

BRRRR. You better be offoffoff visiting it now. SHOOO. :)

mooo @ 22:18 Tuesday, December 4, 2001.
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ok.
sorry there. i'm testing it out to see how it looks =P

mooo @ 13:52 Tuesday, December 4, 2001.
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this is my new blog! woohoo!!
mooo @ 13:49 Tuesday, December 4, 2001.