<?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-5485836745449797452</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:29:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE HAS A BLOG?! *gasp*</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm a &lt;b&gt;needle girl&lt;/b&gt; in a &lt;b&gt;haystack world&lt;/b&gt; so unfold your &lt;b&gt;paper heart&lt;/b&gt; and wear it on &lt;b&gt;your sleeve&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2245107469736481695</id><published>2010-06-14T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:30:16.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>My phone number is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;. My service has been canceled due to my lack of usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2245107469736481695?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2245107469736481695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2245107469736481695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2245107469736481695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2245107469736481695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/06/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-5546534298213674298</id><published>2010-03-24T19:55:00.037+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:14:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning! Image heavy post... and this time I'm not kidding. :] (Sorry for the crappy photos in advance. Most of them were taken in a hurry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't posted anything in quite a while and a lot has happened since then. Not bad things though. Good things! As most of you may know (or not), I want to be housewife in the future. I want to have a family and take care of them. So now I'm having training! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't laugh.&lt;/span&gt; I'm learning the home sciences; cooking/baking/marketing/multitasking/etc. Just so this won't get messy, from here on out I'm listing out my endeavors in their respective categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm pretty good at following recipes as I'm extremely meticulous so no big problems here. I've already cooked various meals on my own for the whole family and responses have been good. My mum and I take turns cooking the meals and I help her even when it's her turn. I've learned how to cook quite a few dishes but we still haven't cooked &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulgogi"&gt;bulgogi&lt;/a&gt; yet! I follow her to the wet market and watch her buy chicken, fish, vegetables, etc. I try to learn (and I carry all her stuff T.T). All the sellers keep telling my mum what a pretty daughter she has. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; They also say to me that she (my mum) is really clever and no matter what language they speak to her in, she always responds in Malay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doublelol&lt;/span&gt; We all had quite a laugh. I also realized I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; brush up on my Malay if I want to survive. 0.0 Here's a photo of one of the meals I cooked on my own. I shared this one with my mum. Delicious, even if I do say so myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oh7kHPgsI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5CTWMenv0HE/s1600/Image365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oh7kHPgsI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5CTWMenv0HE/s400/Image365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452207606075458242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peppered steak served with mushroom sauce, mashed potatoes and boiled carrots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far baking has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; easier than cooking and I love it! I've baked vanilla cupcakes, cheesecake, banana cake and chocolate chip cookies. They all turned out great and my brothers are lovin' it. They wallop everything as quickly as I make 'em. PS: I LOVE BUTTERCREAM. *grin* Here's a photo of the last piece of cheesecake that is currently in the fridge waiting to meet its &lt;strike&gt;maker&lt;/strike&gt; eater. (Sorry, I was too lazy to snap pics of the other goodies. I think the cupcakes were the prettiest 'cause of the frosting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oNgoGuIHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ch-8_LQpGhw/s1600/Image406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oNgoGuIHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ch-8_LQpGhw/s400/Image406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452185153057988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not a no-bake/mock cheesecake. this one went in the oven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sewed three bags already!!! I can't get enough. I think tailoring is my calling. :D My fabric shears and sewing machine are my best friends. I think the vacuum cleaner is getting jealous. I went to Craft World in Taman SEA to buy sewing supplies. (How did I know where to go? I emailed the wonderful owner of &lt;a href="http://idosew.blogspot.com/"&gt;I sew! I do!&lt;/a&gt; who promptly gave me the info I desired. *sigh* The internet is a wonderful place. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lulz&lt;/span&gt;) I bought metal sliders, magnetic snaps, thread, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interfacing"&gt;interfacing&lt;/a&gt;; basically all the things I needed to make my first bag. Which was Heart of Mary's &lt;a href="http://pinoyinoz.blogspot.com/2008/07/tutorial-city-backpack.html"&gt;City Backpack&lt;/a&gt;. Prior to my Craft World trip, I'd been looking up bag patterns and all kinds of sewing ideas when I chanced upon the City Backpack tutorial. I fell in love with the backpack at first sight. Apparently it is not the easiest bag to sew especially for a first attempt. But I did it! It took a day of nonstop sewing but I did it! In a day! Here is the result... I worked with what I already had in terms of fabric. Good thing the fabric I had matched well as they were both black-based. (Their original destiny was of the dress kind. Ohwelltoobad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oRIJAimSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2IopUbX6EBE/s1600/Image373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oRIJAimSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2IopUbX6EBE/s400/Image373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452189130440218914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fabrics used: plain black cotton + printed Japanese cotton (all from KAMDAR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oTnYlXBWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/duCUAIpEmGM/s1600/Image375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oTnYlXBWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/duCUAIpEmGM/s400/Image375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452191866220381538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magnetic snap&lt;/span&gt; (from Craft World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oVIcfB14I/AAAAAAAAAgw/oSn97O9Hrr0/s1600/Image376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oVIcfB14I/AAAAAAAAAgw/oSn97O9Hrr0/s400/Image376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452193533714880386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;front slip pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oWgFA_YWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/MXl-LHatpyc/s1600/Image377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oWgFA_YWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/MXl-LHatpyc/s400/Image377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452195039243362658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drawstring closure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oYdkDVfiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4mqIOg_HAeU/s1600/Image378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oYdkDVfiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4mqIOg_HAeU/s400/Image378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452197195058347554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lining (w/reading material borrowed from &lt;a href="http://leridalooi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lerry&lt;/a&gt;, leather wallet, measuring tape and Eddie's right leg peeking out &lt;.&lt;") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oZH4_qZMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/n9ecgSCqdOg/s1600/Image388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oZH4_qZMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/n9ecgSCqdOg/s400/Image388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452197922234590402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ocfIeSneI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wXVb2FQS8tM/s1600/Image389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ocfIeSneI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wXVb2FQS8tM/s400/Image389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452201620061461986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grab handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oeK7Qn2FI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Hu4ItWMnCxU/s1600/Image390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oeK7Qn2FI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Hu4ItWMnCxU/s400/Image390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203471940343890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metal sliders &amp;amp; rings (from Craft World and imported from Korea according to their staff, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ofXERE71I/AAAAAAAAAhg/cglviY3Lm5g/s1600/Image392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ofXERE71I/AAAAAAAAAhg/cglviY3Lm5g/s400/Image392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452204780028227410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how it looks when carried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second bag I attempted was the &lt;a href="http://artsycraftybabe.typepad.com/tutorials/phoebe_bag.pdf"&gt;Phoebe Bag&lt;/a&gt; (Phoebeeeeee! :P) from &lt;a href="http://artsycraftybabe.typepad.com/"&gt;artsy-crafty babe&lt;/a&gt; and it was much easier to sew than the backpack. I finished this one in an evening (I cut out the fabric pieces in the morning, baked the cheesecake and banana cake in the afternoon, then sewed up the bag in the evening after returning from some MidValley grocery shopping. WHEW!). I used the leftover plain green cotton I had from a previous skirt-making project and some new Japanese cotton with a pretty, yellow pansy print I got on sale from Sungei Wang's event hall that KAMDAR was temporarily stationed in for their sale. :) I like how it turned out. Of course the interfacing on this bag was fused better to the fabric as this was my second time around and I more or less knew what I was doing. Once again, I was lucky with the fabric matching. The leftover green I had went perfectly with the new fabric I bought. The backpack was for me and this one was for my mum. She took it out today and likes it very much. *happiiii*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ohDOo0uKI/AAAAAAAAAho/cQMKfJhF5uQ/s1600/Image379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ohDOo0uKI/AAAAAAAAAho/cQMKfJhF5uQ/s400/Image379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452206638238054562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fabrics used: plain green cotton + printed Japanese cotton (all from KAMDAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ond29b4eI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2WJWLZVOKXg/s1600/Image380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ond29b4eI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2WJWLZVOKXg/s400/Image380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452213692808290786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oodYmQiVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EBylIGhPhLk/s1600/Image381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oodYmQiVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EBylIGhPhLk/s400/Image381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452214784169642322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magnetic snap (recycled from another bag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oqE46vfDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OsG4B3kBYcw/s1600/Image383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oqE46vfDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OsG4B3kBYcw/s400/Image383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452216562372017202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ovBkcgQ4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/YJ-10YnW2Vs/s1600/Image385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6ovBkcgQ4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/YJ-10YnW2Vs/s400/Image385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452222002895012738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how it looks when carried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6owFD5VbkI/AAAAAAAAAig/tBnRay5Wnd0/s1600/Image386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6owFD5VbkI/AAAAAAAAAig/tBnRay5Wnd0/s400/Image386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452223162388672066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such a happy bag, don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third bag belongs to Jared. He wanted a messenger bag measured to size and so I made it all by myself; without a pattern or tutorial or anything. I winged it, hence the not-as-nice outcome. He didn't want magnetic snap closure and I can't find the Velcro I bought at the moment so right now his bag is still unfinished w/out closure but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oxgoIWWlI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZIkwSg608Y0/s1600/Image399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oxgoIWWlI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZIkwSg608Y0/s400/Image399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452224735483419218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fabrics used: plain black cotton + plain white cotton + plain green cotton (all from KAMDAR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oyZ1VXubI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HnEfKPEQWEg/s1600/Image396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oyZ1VXubI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HnEfKPEQWEg/s400/Image396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452225718280239538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oznOeQ99I/AAAAAAAAAi4/54hMrf6-PN8/s1600/Image398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oznOeQ99I/AAAAAAAAAi4/54hMrf6-PN8/s400/Image398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452227047878358994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6o1U5ofINI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WfZhdhaguqI/s1600/Image397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6o1U5ofINI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WfZhdhaguqI/s400/Image397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452228932069695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single bag was machine-sewn by hand from top to bottom. Cutting the fabric was the most tedious part. Coming in a close second was fusing the interfacing to the fabric. The sewing, however, was for the most part enjoyable. I tend to go into sewing frenzies where I forget to eat or drink 'cause I can't stop picturing how the end product will look like and work ruthlessly to finish. I must learn to be less impatient though, because good things take time. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6o7DrFYEdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/op6E6MZVBY8/s1600/Image394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6o7DrFYEdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/op6E6MZVBY8/s400/Image394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452235233176326610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time I have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, we've conquered the war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love at the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stumble, I fall but I'll stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colorblind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Colorblind by Overtone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-5546534298213674298?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5546534298213674298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=5546534298213674298' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5546534298213674298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5546534298213674298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/03/fresh-feelings.html' title='Fresh Feelings'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S6oh7kHPgsI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5CTWMenv0HE/s72-c/Image365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3810589791572986752</id><published>2010-03-10T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:24:34.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive me if i get too shy but, maybe you're the reason why love, i'm feelin' butterflies</title><content type='html'>joss stone - tell me what we're gonna do now; one of my all-time favorite songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did loads of laundry; washed loads of dishes; developed a blister on my index finger as a result; sewed 3 buttons onto Jared's shirt; mended my dress; mended mum's dress; learnt how to cook a few dishes; scoured the net for bag-sewing tuts; realized i needed to buy interfacing and other sewing nonsense; ate freshly baked brownies w/chocolate ice cream; went for an evening swim; watched phua chu kang's antics to get a baby boy instead of a girl on NTV7; did math; got stuck; gave up; sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mind's void&lt;br /&gt;you're my joy&lt;br /&gt;you're the dream&lt;br /&gt;when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;and hey i'm for ya&lt;br /&gt;yeah i adore you're everything&lt;br /&gt;that i need&lt;br /&gt;i love&lt;br /&gt;how you&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;if i'm made for you&lt;br /&gt;you're made for me&lt;br /&gt;it's too good to be&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3810589791572986752?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3810589791572986752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3810589791572986752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3810589791572986752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3810589791572986752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/03/forgive-me-if-i-get-too-shy-but-maybe.html' title='forgive me if i get too shy but, maybe you&amp;#39;re the reason why love, i&amp;#39;m feelin&amp;#39; butterflies'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3576565291803386427</id><published>2010-03-07T16:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:21:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>windows and rooms that i'm passing through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S5NsuVU0rqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wbg2rj87T6c/s1600-h/3844347481_753a86aeae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S5NsuVU0rqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wbg2rj87T6c/s400/3844347481_753a86aeae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445815917675327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talk about having a round face . . . O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely lethargic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO SWIM. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; But too bad for me it's that time of the month again and I can't jump into the water for a week. A WHOLE FREAKING WEEK. Gahhh. (Good thing it's almost over. Whew. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lulz&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saving money&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being stuck at home&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crappy meals&lt;/span&gt;. But I'll survive. Tomorrow is another day..... full of tuition. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=||&lt;/span&gt; We have three straight hours of tuition early tomorrow morning. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason my glasses have been irritating me a great deal as of late and I decided to take them off today. Unfortunately, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel Kong w/out glasses = blind bat&lt;/span&gt;. So here's to hoping I don't accidentally burn down the house today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3576565291803386427?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3576565291803386427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3576565291803386427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3576565291803386427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3576565291803386427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/03/windows-and-rooms-that-im-passing.html' title='windows and rooms that i&apos;m passing through'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S5NsuVU0rqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wbg2rj87T6c/s72-c/3844347481_753a86aeae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-909531230301322308</id><published>2010-02-28T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:46:05.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youaremysunshine myonlysunshine youmakemehappy whenskiesaregrey</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking lately that everyone needs a good mug.&lt;br /&gt;For coffee, hot chocolate, cold milk, warm milk and everything else in between.&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those things... like vacuum cleaners and washing machines.&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ vacuum cleaners and washing machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4pytHCnYYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/l62IV6Bo9U4/s1600-h/4312189081_208873321e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4pytHCnYYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/l62IV6Bo9U4/s400/4312189081_208873321e_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443289218940363138" 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/5485836745449797452-909531230301322308?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/909531230301322308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=909531230301322308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/909531230301322308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/909531230301322308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/youaremysunshine-myonlysunshine.html' title='youaremysunshine myonlysunshine youmakemehappy whenskiesaregrey'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4pytHCnYYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/l62IV6Bo9U4/s72-c/4312189081_208873321e_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3866690944120160122</id><published>2010-02-28T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:33:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4puB7WOIqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/DLA2r5HJjF0/s1600-h/ImageHandler.ashx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4puB7WOIqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/DLA2r5HJjF0/s400/ImageHandler.ashx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443284079020483234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that McDonald's has FREE WiFi and the above promotion going on, I feel I have to wake up at an insanely early hour and walk over to eat their hotcakes. Why the early hour? Breakfast starts early and I like the feeling of getting up when no one else is awake. Makes me feel like I'm going on holiday and I'm headed to the airport. Why the hotcakes? Well. I'M CRAVING PANCAKES WHAT ELSE DID YOU THINK IT WAS. The refillable coffee is a nice plus too. I will sit there, and eat, and drink, and surf the web till whatever time it is I have to get out. Anyone wanna come along? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3866690944120160122?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3866690944120160122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3866690944120160122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3866690944120160122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3866690944120160122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/breakfast-anyone.html' title='Breakfast anyone?'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4puB7WOIqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/DLA2r5HJjF0/s72-c/ImageHandler.ashx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1222565156026628125</id><published>2010-02-28T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:43:38.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd rather pick flowers instead of fights and break mirrors instead of promises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4pTCFWFpJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sS5nXFuD_T4/s1600-h/dsc0453polaresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4pTCFWFpJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sS5nXFuD_T4/s400/dsc0453polaresize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443254394890331282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's one thing you wouldn't be able to live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frivolity aside? baking soda. it has a thousand and one uses. no, probably a thousand and two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to like vintage clothing. reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; almost all the pieces I find have a modest neckline with MODEST body coverage (aka actually wearable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; they're crafted from better material than those cheap china things many blogshops stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; they're CHEAP; cheaper, in fact, than most of the aforementioned cheap china things (yes, i associate china with CHEAP. got a problem with that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly beginning to tick things off my TOBUY list. not surprisingly, three-quarter of those items are basics. i like "plain" clothing just like &lt;a href="http://an-idiot-in-disguise.blogspot.com/"&gt;this person&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thisisme-timothy.blogspot.com/"&gt;this other person&lt;/a&gt;. therefore almost my entire closet = basics. just not the right ones yet. i don't like flashy, gaudy things. i like simple, clean and muted. though i will purchase the occasional flashy/gaudy item if i really like it. which sometimes does tend to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4pU_aMXLyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oEeUrs25eMI/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4pU_aMXLyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oEeUrs25eMI/s400/IMG_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443256547970330402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately my perspective on music has changed a little. i see music in the same light as shopping for things. what i mean is, you could go into a terrible-looking store with hideous contraptions in the window and yet find an utterly beautiful thing in the midst of it all. you could go into a shop that malaysians label "lala" and come out with a fantastic top or pair of bottoms that you found hanging on a lonesome rack in the back. basically my whole theory equates diamonds in the rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'll listen to all kinds of music genres as long as i like the song. it could be from some rock metal band but if i like it, i like it. it goes on my ipod and stays there forever. i choose clothing the same way i choose music and i choose music the same way i choose clothing. i'm not afraid to go into stores people wouldn't dream of stepping into or download a song people consider too pop or too noisy or too mainstream or too whatever. i won't choose clothing based solely on its brand and likewise, i won't choose music based solely on the band or singer. I LIKE WHAT I LIKE (as long as i'm not being a stumbling block to anyone else). and you can find diamonds in the rough. anyone can. i guess it is in a way, sort of being optimistic. you can find good in a sea of bad. hah! i think i'm actually improving at this character building stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start helping people instead of judging them. sigh, i still have so much to do (improving my person).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1222565156026628125?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1222565156026628125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1222565156026628125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1222565156026628125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1222565156026628125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/id-rather-pick-flowers-instead-of.html' title='i&apos;d rather pick flowers instead of fights and break mirrors instead of promises.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4pTCFWFpJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sS5nXFuD_T4/s72-c/dsc0453polaresize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-9099951520039935478</id><published>2010-02-28T11:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:40:08.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a soldier/wounded so i must give up the fight/there's nothing more for me/lead me away/or leave me lying here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4nsyKITXNI/AAAAAAAAAes/6SZQYFgwNn4/s1600-h/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4nsyKITXNI/AAAAAAAAAes/6SZQYFgwNn4/s400/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443141971110747346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi Mee is banned in our home. Yesterday I broke the rules and now I have one cup of MAGGI® XTRA DELIXIOUS™ Cup Noodles tucked away beneath various t-shirts and dresses in my top drawer. Flavor? Penang Curry. I wanted to try Thai Tom Yam but meh. Personally, I can't wait to taste whatever slight difference there may be between regular Maggi noodles and the supposedly XTRA DELIXIOUS that costs XTRA BUCKEROONIESZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've confessed, I feel much better. LOL. When the time is right (aka when we run out of nice things to eat in the house, which happens A LOT), I will take out that precious plastic cup and pour boiling hot water into it. Then, of course, I'll wait for three minutes before stuffing my face and realizing I just ate up ALL of my emergency rations. Which was that one cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going crazy. I wanted to twitter all that but realized the character limit just wasn't going to do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept late again last night. Woke up early this morning too. Now feeling like a zombieee. I wore my Converse out with no socks the other day (I WAS LAZY OKAY). Now I'm paying for it with two tiny yet extremely painful blisters on my fourth toe, right foot. And on such occasions, I turn to that small bottle of good ol' tea tree oil for comfort. Though it puzzles me why Jared insisted on applying it on my toe himself. Maybe he wanted to watch me suffer. Curses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks &amp;amp; Spencer Minestrone Soup is RM8 heaven in a can. Goes well with two pieces of buttered toast and a spoon. I should know, I've eaten the exact meal twice already. I HEART MINESTRONE SOUP. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also come to my attention recently that the only porridge I like is McDonald's Chicken Porridge (Bubur Ayam McD). I like it with lots of pepper and more salt than it normally comes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just did a food post. With something about blisters in the middle. AHAHAHAHAHA. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4nwInY43qI/AAAAAAAAAe0/invZpgiI1ug/s1600-h/maggicup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4nwInY43qI/AAAAAAAAAe0/invZpgiI1ug/s400/maggicup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443145655456947874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's a new world&lt;br /&gt;it's a new start&lt;br /&gt;it's alive with the beating of young hearts&lt;br /&gt;it's a new day&lt;br /&gt;it's a new plan&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5485836745449797452-9099951520039935478?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/9099951520039935478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=9099951520039935478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/9099951520039935478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/9099951520039935478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-soldierwounded-so-i-must-give-up.html' title='i&apos;m a soldier/wounded so i must give up the fight/there&apos;s nothing more for me/lead me away/or leave me lying here'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4nsyKITXNI/AAAAAAAAAes/6SZQYFgwNn4/s72-c/IMG_0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2827017582944086375</id><published>2010-02-22T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:28:28.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>Weird, I know. But I figured it's kinda too late for normal new year resolutions. Here we gooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) drink more water&lt;br /&gt;2) eat less junk&lt;br /&gt;3) exercise more&lt;br /&gt;4) become a nicer person &lt;br /&gt;5) start reading again like I used to&lt;br /&gt;6) shop less (online AND offline)&lt;br /&gt;7) stop spending money I don't have (aka borrowing)&lt;br /&gt;8) more work, less play&lt;br /&gt;9) swim in evenings rather than afternoons&lt;br /&gt;10) help more around the house&lt;br /&gt;11) learn to cook bulgogi from mum (before she starts forgetting how to! @.@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update with more if I can remember. On a side note, everyone seems to like my haircut. :) Even David who came over for a swim today mentioned he liked it. Ha. Thanks everyboday! I'm glad~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2827017582944086375?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2827017582944086375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2827017582944086375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2827017582944086375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2827017582944086375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-resolutions.html' title='CNY Resolutions?'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1006867456229888555</id><published>2010-02-21T15:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:37:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chic Pop: Street Market 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DhexZH1JI/AAAAAAAAAek/9EW9gZFYCS8/s1600-h/chicpop_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DhexZH1JI/AAAAAAAAAek/9EW9gZFYCS8/s400/chicpop_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440596268634592402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4Dc_Vy2GpI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZKmHwFo8GJs/s1600-h/E-Flyer_Jan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4Dc_Vy2GpI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZKmHwFo8GJs/s400/E-Flyer_Jan5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440591330603834002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days after my birthday, Andy, Deborah, Josh and I visited this bazaar. I'd been to a Japanese bazaar before that was held in a hotel ballroom but of course, this one was a little bit more 'street'. :) There were many vendors and blogshops that brought their goods to sell offline. It was huge fun. I bought Deb this ring from &lt;a href="http://ring-apartment.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ring Apartment&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DeLTA_NtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/csaC-jh4lQY/s1600-h/boltblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DeLTA_NtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/csaC-jh4lQY/s400/boltblue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440592635527902930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wore it the next day to church and when I bumped into her there, she had already poked her brother and God knows who else. LOL. It makes for a marvelous self-defense object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I was quite prepared to spend a substantial amount of money at Chic Pop since I wouldn't have to pay for postage like I normally do when shopping online. But FAIL. I ended up buying only two items. The first being a pre-loved tee from &lt;a href="http://baciboutique.com/"&gt;Baci Boutique&lt;/a&gt;, if I'm not mistaken. My inner geek just couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DgUFXhIaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gV73PAg2aeU/s1600-h/Image336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DgUFXhIaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gV73PAg2aeU/s400/Image336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594985506382242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad no one (so far) knows what Helvetica is. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second being a pair of clip-on earrings from one of my favourite blogshops, &lt;a href="http://i-love-ewe.blogspot.com/"&gt;i-love-ewe&lt;/a&gt;. Half my collection of clip-on earrings are from there. Well, almost half. They have great vintage jewelry! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DgUpi8cRI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nd-DxPMYi_Y/s1600-h/Image337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DgUpi8cRI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nd-DxPMYi_Y/s400/Image337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594995217985810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DgVEz_k3I/AAAAAAAAAec/K6gyNrBhF_w/s1600-h/Image338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DgVEz_k3I/AAAAAAAAAec/K6gyNrBhF_w/s400/Image338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440595002537251698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the owners of &lt;a href="http://ring-apartment.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ring Apartment&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://i-love-ewe.blogspot.com/"&gt;i-love-ewe&lt;/a&gt; are really nice people. Okay, I have to go swimming right now with my bros and Andy. I'll be back with more photos (of the so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freebies&lt;/span&gt; I got) and what happened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1006867456229888555?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1006867456229888555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1006867456229888555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1006867456229888555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1006867456229888555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/chic-pop-street-market-3.html' title='Chic Pop: Street Market 3'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S4DhexZH1JI/AAAAAAAAAek/9EW9gZFYCS8/s72-c/chicpop_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6153169500305158338</id><published>2010-02-20T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:08:07.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want windows that look pretty and don't get dirty. Just more wishful thinking I suppose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S3_sY3uKJ2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/lneE8yLZ-R4/s1600-h/cranes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S3_sY3uKJ2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/lneE8yLZ-R4/s400/cranes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440326786905417570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not fired up my laptop in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ages&lt;/span&gt;. Which explains the lack of posts. My laziness knows no bounds; I have now resorted to twittering everything. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slaps self*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stop it, Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my iPod feels abused. I'm practically on it almost the entire day. Oh well. Spent today out with Josh and Tim. We scoured KL for jackets and melted as we walked all over the city. Good thing I wore my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Converse (which are getting more irritating by the day- I swear, the shoelaces come undone every five minutes!). However, the other day when we were getting Derick's Converse I did see a pair I liked. Must quickly put that thought to rest! The crap shoelaces aren't worth it. Though I would consider getting a new pair when my old ones die. They're good for rainy days when I don't want to get my feet wet. Thank you Converse, for your obnoxiously thick, high soles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been constantly wearing my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; still kinda new &lt;/span&gt;black long sleeve v-neck top from F.O.S. recently. The thing is so comfy and oversized. :) By the way, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; brown. I've been swimming like kerazy lately. Whenever I'm not in the pool, I feel like jumping in. No kidding. At random moments during the day, I feel like I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to go swimming. I think I've got an addiction. Is it good? Hah. A good addiction. How oxymoronic. Yes, I'm aware that isn't a word. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's in ♥ with his new hoodie. I still can't believe it's his first hoodie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who does that?!&lt;/span&gt; Tim. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's high time I reload my phone credit. My service is going to get canceled soon. Yes, I haven't reloaded in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long. I don't use my phone. At all. On a side note, Google Reader is awesome. I suggest everyone jump on that bandwagon. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; helps when you have to catch up on updates- esp. online shopping ones. Another thought; online shopping is becoming a regular thing with me. Thank goodness the PosEkspres/PosLaju delivery men that cover my area aren't sloppy. They're actually quite efficient and polite. :) I wish more blogshop owners would follow their example. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-sigh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short hair is so liberating. I don't think I'm ever gonna have long hair again. A quick sorry to all the people whose emails I haven't replied. I'll get to them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;. I hope. Sorray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frasier&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs&lt;/span&gt; is ROFL kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody Wants To Be Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Invention Of Lying&lt;/span&gt; are two big LOL movies.&lt;br /&gt;Watch them all with laughter and potato chips in hand. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-6153169500305158338?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6153169500305158338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=6153169500305158338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6153169500305158338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6153169500305158338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-windows-that-look-pretty-and.html' title='I want windows that look pretty and don&apos;t get dirty. Just more wishful thinking I suppose.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S3_sY3uKJ2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/lneE8yLZ-R4/s72-c/cranes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8806071319502670317</id><published>2010-02-08T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:54:53.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written the night of Jan 29</title><content type='html'>The last three words of Isaiah 43:1 says, "You are Mine." His words are like wedding vows. I am yours and you are mine. To keep, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity. That's what we're living for. This life is only preparation for greater things and times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently stuck in the car on the way to Ikea and not relishing sitting down in the middle. I keep sliding down the seat like it's a slippery bank or something. I can't sit on the left side like I normally do 'cause we picked Josh up from MidValley and he had to hop in quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people always unwillingly get caught in on a daily basis? Traffic jams. My butt is getting sore. Not to mention my knee, which Jared is currently resting his chin and entire body weight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've got to make the best of every situation. I'm trying by reading the Bible on my iPod touch. Most of us don't realize what a privilege it is to have a Bible handy when we need one. Millions (billions?) of individuals have fought in our stead so we could have the precious gift we do today. Yet, sadly we let it go to waste on so many occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the car is now falling asleep or already asleep. A usual occurrence in traffic jams that transpire during the evening/at night. Our borrowed (ancient) Mercedes S Class is kind of like a dinosaur. Big, bulky, and sort of ugly. But no one's complaining. At least we HAVE a car. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan is now clinging onto my arm and possibly drooling on my shoulder. I'll see you in a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update! My brothers have now labeled me a female Sheldon. Reason being I always sit in the left seat in the back of the car ever since, well, forever. I never sit anywhere else and I feel off whenever I'm not in my usual place. Haha. Funny. My brothers have all gotten used to it and never get into the car on my side. LOL. They have been trained. :D I especially dislike riding shotgun, contrary to popular belief that everyone out there loves riding shotgun. Feels extra, extra weird. And no, there are no logical reasons for my personal preference of seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had yummy tomato vegetarian pasta and of course, meatballs at Ikea. (I personally think Ikea is the cheapest place you can go for pasta.) My family... we go to Ikea for the gastronomic rather than the shopping experience. We've been eating their meatballs for a LONG time.. I remember when I was a little girl and Ikea was still an outlet in 1 Utama. Their restaurant was a tiny, tiny little cafe. We always had problems with seating but there was no where else to get those meatballs. So year after year after year we've been making sporadic visits to get our fix. :) Ikea food is delicious and cheap considering the quality and cleanliness of their food, imho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, we're home. Yes, I did type all this out on my tiny iPod touch QWERTY keyboard (not in landscape mode). Takes practice but you get used to it. Just turn off auto-correction and you'll be excellent in no time at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8806071319502670317?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8806071319502670317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8806071319502670317' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8806071319502670317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8806071319502670317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/written-night-of-jan-29.html' title='Written the night of Jan 29'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1237590032898275323</id><published>2010-02-06T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:48:54.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts meant to be posted yesteryear</title><content type='html'>after a long conversation consisting of 90% my mum and 10% me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go: wow, you actually stopped talking...&lt;br /&gt;she goes: ya i know. very difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. but it's fun listening to her sometimes. did you know her mum treated the king (long story short) and got a medal for it? i saw the thing. it's old and dirty but 925silver y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has some amazing stories. you could listen all day really. except i'm quite tired of her voice being i've lived with her for, let's see.. my entire life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are people never who they seem? you think they're this, but they're that. you think they're good, but they're in fact, bad. c'est la vie. c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figure i need some jewelry pliers. are they expensive? anyone know where to get them? you know where to find me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2xZQTxG2NI/AAAAAAAAAds/dKMvmWEmtHM/s1600-h/IMG_0645-720x479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2xZQTxG2NI/AAAAAAAAAds/dKMvmWEmtHM/s400/IMG_0645-720x479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434816987048368338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see the above in real life one day.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be just so fantastically spectacular?&lt;br /&gt;and so much better than the picture i bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1237590032898275323?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1237590032898275323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1237590032898275323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1237590032898275323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1237590032898275323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts-meant-to-be-posted.html' title='random thoughts meant to be posted yesteryear'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2xZQTxG2NI/AAAAAAAAAds/dKMvmWEmtHM/s72-c/IMG_0645-720x479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7052201527458753688</id><published>2010-02-06T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:31:32.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but it came down like a tidal wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2xTvfLOlhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/90s_8Leu9mo/s1600-h/img_8987-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2xTvfLOlhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/90s_8Leu9mo/s400/img_8987-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434810925616895506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, there is little I enjoy more than the wind, rain, orangey sunsets and swimming. Nature truly is God's gift to man. (Too bad it almost always makes me break out in rashes. Eczema sucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier Daniel kicked Joshua off the edge of the pool and he landed right on my head. No kidding. He weighs over 60kg and he landed on my head as I was surfacing and smashed my whole body downwards. The impact was so great I couldn't move for awhile and struggled to get to the surface. After I breached the top of the water, I still couldn't speak and just shuddered as the ripple of the impact went through my body again and again. My back hurt like hell; not so much my head. Till now, hours later, my back still hurts. I hope it heals. I would hate to have a back injury haunting me my entire life. I know people who have that and it's not fun. I prayed for healing. I hope God says yes. Every time I arch my back it hurts and I kind of feel like vomiting. It's weird... I really, really hope it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if I perish, I perish. Sooner to Heaven I go. I guess it's a good thing. Anyway, onto less morbid topics... It's one in the morning and I'm still up. I'm probably the only one left who hasn't konked out yet. I also think this is the result of David keeping me up with his sniffling, scratching and moaning till 5AM the other day. I am NEVER sleeping in the same room as that boy again. NEVER. No offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah great. Now my internal body clock is screwed again. I hate this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: my nails are currently covered in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Revlon's Plum Seduction, no. 917&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod touch seems to be draining battery like bathwater since the jailbreak. I feel like restoring it to its old self. Any thoughts? I don't particularly find any MAJOR improvements in jailbreaking. Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Lerry? If you're reading this, I'm sorry I didn't comment on that birthday post you did me. I kept trying to but ended up deleting everything. I think I prefer emails. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE IT THOUGH- YOUR POST I MEAN.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you, girlfriend! :D (Even though Zach looks really traumatized in that photo. :o) I've probably touched your present more than anyone else's 'cause it's on my iPod touch. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE THE PRESENT TOO. LOTS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; ALSO, ISN'T AUNTY LILY GOOD AT TEACHING? I don't know anyone else who can get people to score so well and talk as much as she does. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s.&lt;br /&gt;God? Please heal my back. Please, please, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7052201527458753688?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7052201527458753688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7052201527458753688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7052201527458753688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7052201527458753688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-it-came-down-like-tidal-wave.html' title='but it came down like a tidal wave'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2xTvfLOlhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/90s_8Leu9mo/s72-c/img_8987-520x346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3770082601048574665</id><published>2010-02-02T13:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:28:37.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tide is high but i'm holding on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2e2PzDuBFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Jwuj23HsGds/s1600-h/birthday-cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2e2PzDuBFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Jwuj23HsGds/s400/birthday-cupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433511857965892690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'M GONNA BE YOUR NUMBER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my little brother's birthday today!!!! :D He's turning twelve. And getting big. I do wish they'd all stay small so I could envelop them in huge bear hugs forever. Oh well, BLESSED BIRTHDAY DANIEL. May all your dreams come true. (Not the silly Maple ones where you have bajillions of mesos. &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeteedoubleyou, I love Dan's computer keyboard. T.T It makes typing deliciously quick and it's wireless too. Hooray for the ability to walk around blindly in Maple whilst standing in the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA/facepalm&lt;/span&gt; moment that transpired last night:&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's tooth came out right before we bought tickets to see Tooth Fairy. (The movie does have its stupidly funny moments.. in case you're thinking of going to see it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3770082601048574665?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3770082601048574665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3770082601048574665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3770082601048574665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3770082601048574665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/02/tide-is-high-but-im-holding-on.html' title='the tide is high but i&apos;m holding on...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S2e2PzDuBFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Jwuj23HsGds/s72-c/birthday-cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1953312761556659174</id><published>2010-01-22T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:57:51.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue in the face? No, I'm blue in the nails.</title><content type='html'>“Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.” -Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one really struck home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More advice I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need to heed&lt;/span&gt;. Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1lKporaIwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/w08tMG1WEYw/s1600-h/Image216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1lKporaIwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/w08tMG1WEYw/s400/Image216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429452904926421762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad grammar @ Jusco supermarket, MidValley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jarylcannotargue]After all, something that is free cannot be purchased.[/jarylcannotargue] In a manner of speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it should be, "Free ice available for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purchases made&lt;/span&gt; at JUSCO. THANK YOU." What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally (sort of) attempting to jailbreak my iPod touch. Wish me luck... I hope I don't brick it. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1953312761556659174?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1953312761556659174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1953312761556659174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1953312761556659174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1953312761556659174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blue-in-face-no-im-blue-in-nails.html' title='Blue in the face? No, I&apos;m blue in the nails.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1lKporaIwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/w08tMG1WEYw/s72-c/Image216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6983170698183246791</id><published>2010-01-21T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:56:43.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est La Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1gmQPeEBLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BqbsWgKNM8Q/s1600-h/IMG_7042-720x479.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429131411267519666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1gmQPeEBLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BqbsWgKNM8Q/s400/IMG_7042-720x479.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight's to-do list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) &lt;strike&gt;go swimming with daniel &amp;amp; jared&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strike&gt;eat dinner&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strike&gt;wash dinner dishes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) paint nails electric blue&lt;br /&gt;5) finish math homework&lt;br /&gt;6) finish science crap&lt;br /&gt;7) watch new tv show episodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the middle of/stuck at no. 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being a little &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; ambitious. Esp. since my parents just brought home satay, roti canai and a Sherlock Holmes DVD. I know, I know. I've already watched the movie. I'm still gonna end up on the couch with everyone else chomping on food anyway. Plus I want to see the fight scenes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my to-do list. Or at least half of it. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-6983170698183246791?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6983170698183246791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=6983170698183246791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6983170698183246791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6983170698183246791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est La Vie'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1gmQPeEBLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BqbsWgKNM8Q/s72-c/IMG_7042-720x479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4788317401234762587</id><published>2010-01-21T15:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:27:43.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salivate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1gLTjEaWvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_XEWBLD9tO8/s1600-h/IMG_1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1gLTjEaWvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_XEWBLD9tO8/s400/IMG_1188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429101781254298354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Realized I had the constant need to post random things that didn't have enough content to qualify as a blog post therefore installed a Twitter widget enabling you to read my "smaller" ramblings. :) The last time I had a Twitter account was way back when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; (at least in Malaysia) knew what it was. Hardly anyone used it so eventually I stopped using it too. Then it suddenly blew up. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolwut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some minor changes to the layout as it was getting booooriiiing. Still needs some tweaking as usual. :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4788317401234762587?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4788317401234762587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4788317401234762587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4788317401234762587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4788317401234762587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/wish-i.html' title='Salivate.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S1gLTjEaWvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_XEWBLD9tO8/s72-c/IMG_1188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-386363817444540811</id><published>2010-01-20T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:39:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You caterpillar!</title><content type='html'>Time for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did You Know?&lt;/span&gt; session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillars have about 4,000 muscles as compared to a human who has only 629.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Can you imagine? That tiny thing. God is amazing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-386363817444540811?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/386363817444540811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=386363817444540811' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/386363817444540811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/386363817444540811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-caterpillar.html' title='You caterpillar!'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7592773278511644686</id><published>2010-01-20T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:25:44.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cramps?</title><content type='html'>neighbors have moved in upstairs and they're cramping my style with all their noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why our neighbors downstairs are always complaining. we must be so much worse. i bet they're not very happy we're staying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7592773278511644686?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7592773278511644686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7592773278511644686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7592773278511644686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7592773278511644686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/cramps.html' title='cramps?'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6697437771952508759</id><published>2010-01-20T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:37:00.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 + 8 = 18</title><content type='html'>the other day it just suddenly HIT me. i'm turning eighteen. EIGHTEEN. 18181818. milestone or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm thinking of changing my hair color. or maybe that's not why. maybe i just want to. i know right, why would i want more change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. my life is boring. work is boring. i mean, come on?! taxonomy? i don't really want to know the scientific names of all God's creatures, thankyouverymuch. btw, the Carrion Crow's scientific name is Corvus corone. randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be concentrating on science now so see you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-6697437771952508759?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6697437771952508759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=6697437771952508759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6697437771952508759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6697437771952508759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/other-day-it-just-suddenly-hit-me.html' title='1 + 8 = 18'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2935872898147760080</id><published>2010-01-15T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:38:05.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what all the people say</title><content type='html'>i need more unobtrusive jewelry. in other words, jewelry that doesn't hinder movement or alert me of its presence every 5 minutes, either by sound or tangible means. jewelry that i can dunk in water and not care about. but good quality = expensive, most of the time &amp;amp; i ain't got no monay. :) too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you may have noticed, all lowercase post again. it's easier to do it all lowercase when i'm on my ipod 'cause it's such a pain to keep pressing the caps button. yes. i am that lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started doing math this morning after all my bros left for school. it's like mayhem every morning when they wake up &amp;amp; get ready. ESP. when dan has to play guitar for worship or whatever. he acts like a nazi asking everyone to get up freaking early. okay, so it's not that early but i still want my beauty sleep! and i can't get any when there are freakishly annoying phone alarms going off, bathroom doors slamming, room doors slamming, the splat-splat-splat of water in the shower, early morning computer gaming sessions, etc. argh. it's sleeping hell on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random thought: why does CNY have to fall on valentine's day this year? can't it just leave the romantic holiday alone?! but i suppose it's practical- now we don't have to celebrate/wear the color red too many times. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my period is so annoying. you have no idea how many articles of clothing i've washed since it started. the stupid blood's getting everywhereeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that was a little tmi. haha. are y'all traumatized yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not yet? well, i'm sitting on the toilet typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha. now you're never coming back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2935872898147760080?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2935872898147760080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2935872898147760080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2935872898147760080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2935872898147760080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-more-unobtrusive-jewelry.html' title='that&apos;s what all the people say'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3630240484908462816</id><published>2010-01-14T18:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:02:38.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet caroline. good times never seemed so good.</title><content type='html'>Are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; today? Have you laughed yet? Have you hugged someone yet? Go do it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t6jCx3RI/AAAAAAAAAas/kAcVFAYgQcU/s1600-h/IMG_0545-720x479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t6jCx3RI/AAAAAAAAAas/kAcVFAYgQcU/s400/IMG_0545-720x479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426536191123119378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog surfing is not helping my cravings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. My saves for the day below are proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t4c60vPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/NET5tsI88Lg/s1600-h/img0307f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t4c60vPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/NET5tsI88Lg/s400/img0307f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426536155119402226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t4zTRq8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Nkw52cMubCs/s1600-h/img_4667-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t4zTRq8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Nkw52cMubCs/s400/img_4667-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426536161127541698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t5SYCkzI/AAAAAAAAAac/yhDZhZcH0NM/s1600-h/img_4935-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t5SYCkzI/AAAAAAAAAac/yhDZhZcH0NM/s400/img_4935-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426536169469023026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t5x2OzRI/AAAAAAAAAak/K0k9wdGlojc/s1600-h/img_27842-520x779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t5x2OzRI/AAAAAAAAAak/K0k9wdGlojc/s400/img_27842-520x779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426536177917152530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bytheway, my dad's back. He came bearing gifts. We got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; that are currently unavailable in Msia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worm gummies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cotton candy bubblegum&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, you heard me. First it's cotton candy, then it's bubblegum. A little weird if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new pair of clip-on earrings alltheway from Saudi Arabia for mah birfday. :) Plus a nightie/possible dress? that was apparently pretty expensive but 50% off from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Home_Stores"&gt;Bhs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07tKyADckI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7FYLMRpH8Zg/s1600-h/210px-BHS_logo.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07tKyADckI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7FYLMRpH8Zg/s400/210px-BHS_logo.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426535370504499778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the whole house today. My mum was going crazy before my dad came back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le sigh. &lt;/span&gt;So I vacuumed. Mopped. Then vacuumed a second time because our stupid mop sucks and leaves particles of dust and dirt everywhere. Kind of redundant but, oh well. Note to self: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when buying cleaning equipment, buy good quality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our house looks weird... aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;. It hasn't been like that in a loooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07v3P4rPCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JweqNKcWCL4/s1600-h/tumblrksc0ppd3pm1qzmsjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07v3P4rPCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JweqNKcWCL4/s400/tumblrksc0ppd3pm1qzmsjj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426538333464116258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this a lot in arguments. And it never helps. Joshua hates it when I try to end arguments with, "Ah, whatever." :D Am currently getting quite irritated with his never-ending philosophical theories on how people should live their lives. WAIT. Or maybe they're my theories. GAH. Why are we all so screwed up. There are no normal people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;things i'd steal if i saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S070my53Y_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/7aS6TALlh30/s1600-h/earrings.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S070my53Y_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/7aS6TALlh30/s400/earrings.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426543548364710898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07wz7mdJ6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/ba1F5vYRIxo/s1600-h/IMG_1970-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07wz7mdJ6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/ba1F5vYRIxo/s400/IMG_1970-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426539375991007138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;lego tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07wzetsScI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KVLrIFzx8B4/s1600-h/128142_940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07wzetsScI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KVLrIFzx8B4/s400/128142_940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426539368236730818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mushroom cloud tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07w0VBqu0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/cqssbFFHqv4/s1600-h/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07w0VBqu0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/cqssbFFHqv4/s400/IMG_0379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426539382816029506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;yellow backpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has anyone ever seen a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yellow backpack?!&lt;/span&gt; i had the exact, EXACT replica of this when i was small, except it wasn't fuzzy. T.T i'm into all things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuzzy&lt;/span&gt; lately. bought a baby blue hoodie w/similar but toned down fuzziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;things i'd love to be able to do well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07w0uGxamI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nNtdezpC9Ww/s1600-h/IMG_3844-720x422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07w0uGxamI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nNtdezpC9Ww/s400/IMG_3844-720x422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426539389548325474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;PACK (prettily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07w1IFf9dI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zvrVPPsip_Q/s1600-h/img_7737-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07w1IFf9dI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zvrVPPsip_Q/s400/img_7737-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426539396522309074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07yf9zaWqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0nnkk5a4Ll0/s1600-h/img_7743-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07yf9zaWqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0nnkk5a4Ll0/s400/img_7743-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426541232008092322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07ygaOjWHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Sf0XD06nwXA/s1600-h/img_7745-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07ygaOjWHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Sf0XD06nwXA/s400/img_7745-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426541239638120562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ORGANIZE (prettily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07ygpD4kZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/U5xfHgGJ2uQ/s1600-h/img_0586-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07ygpD4kZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/U5xfHgGJ2uQ/s400/img_0586-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426541243619905938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;SEW (prettily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07zPljKcXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H8C98HFNQKY/s1600-h/img_57931-520x346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07zPljKcXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H8C98HFNQKY/s400/img_57931-520x346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426542050131210610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;DRAW (prettily, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S070elEfG3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZQnGhM2vl-4/s1600-h/IMG_6834-720x479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S070elEfG3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZQnGhM2vl-4/s400/IMG_6834-720x479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426543407212206962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;COOK (prettily?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Still learning. Still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I do want to wish Vineyard allthebest in dealing with people like, well, these *points* in the future/this new year. Good luck, Sher! I miss you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S074Ci33XZI/AAAAAAAAAck/I_myvGUNfLs/s1600-h/Image049-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S074Ci33XZI/AAAAAAAAAck/I_myvGUNfLs/s400/Image049-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426547323632573842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w/♥,&lt;br /&gt;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;I've been good and replied all comments. Please and thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh. I always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; forget something and then I need a postscript. Darn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3630240484908462816?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3630240484908462816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3630240484908462816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3630240484908462816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3630240484908462816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-caroline-good-times-never-seemed.html' title='sweet caroline. good times never seemed so good.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S07t6jCx3RI/AAAAAAAAAas/kAcVFAYgQcU/s72-c/IMG_0545-720x479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4380846955417955673</id><published>2010-01-13T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:52:40.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hear them. the voices. the voices in my head.</title><content type='html'>My monthly visitor has arrived... bringing awful cramps along for the ride. (It rhymes. -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;facepalm&lt;/span&gt;-) Ugh. Today was just &lt;span&gt;horrible because of it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, I got a random text message from Karl(yn) that cheered me up a bit. Thanks for the virtual hug, hun! I couldn't give you one back because well, I lack credit. &gt;.&gt; I didn't do work today because I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le cramps&lt;/span&gt; and I'm kicking myself for it. I did however, manage to get my room back in order the other day and finish my to-do list. Yesss. *punches empty air in victory* On the other hand, I've been doing too much blogshop surfing. *wrinkles nose* I now have a long list full of stuff I'd purchase in my daydreams. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-sigh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second nice surprise I received (the first being Karlyn's text) came when my mum ventured downstairs to check our postbox and came back up bearing a PosEkspres envelope with my name on it. :) And &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;! I didn't buy anything recently, this was from a purchase made months ago. When the seller sent me my items, she forgot one. So this was her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resending&lt;/span&gt; a necklace she missed out. (I actually bought it with my RM5 change she was supposed to send me back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh, the necklace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; pretty- smaller and cuter than I originally thought. I put it on straightaway. :P The charming thing was, I wasn't expecting the envelope 'cause the seller hadn't been replying my emails concerning the postage/arrival time of said envelope. Usually I stress over my items arriving safely to the point where I'm like, "Gahhh, this is so frustrating!!! I wish I could just get my stuff immediately." :3 So when you're not expecting parcels/envelopes/letters, they really bring a smile to your face. A very, very nice pick-me-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumplings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheesy wedges&lt;/span&gt;, and one more kind of food I can't remember. Ooh, I haven't eaten &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Yam&lt;/span&gt; in quite a while too. Aaaahhhhh.. I need fooooood. Goooood fooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S03okllvBRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qaQzOZ9eOlk/s1600-h/n1160566241_30151802_628150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S03okllvBRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qaQzOZ9eOlk/s400/n1160566241_30151802_628150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426248841314632978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I couldn't help it. I really did LOL. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Will start replying comments in the morning. Too tired to do that right now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need. Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4380846955417955673?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4380846955417955673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4380846955417955673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4380846955417955673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4380846955417955673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hear-them-voices-voices-in-my-head.html' title='i hear them. the voices. the voices in my head.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S03okllvBRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qaQzOZ9eOlk/s72-c/n1160566241_30151802_628150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3047934924029689410</id><published>2010-01-10T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:16:55.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wash me over into the sea</title><content type='html'>Tonight's to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) wash dinner dishes&lt;br /&gt;2) finish math homework&lt;br /&gt;3) do laundry?&lt;br /&gt;4) i've so gotta get my room back in order by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is life ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; busy? I have so many things to do. And so little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-in-a-lazy-mood&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S0nhBDKUEZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8U10vOscKCQ/s1600-h/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S0nhBDKUEZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8U10vOscKCQ/s400/sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425114634289156498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that I'm&lt;br /&gt;So lucky to be loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky to be&lt;br /&gt;The one you run to see&lt;br /&gt;In the evening&lt;br /&gt;When the day is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know&lt;br /&gt;What I know&lt;br /&gt;The passing years will show&lt;br /&gt;You've kept my love so young&lt;br /&gt;So new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time after time&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear me say that I'm&lt;br /&gt;So lucky&lt;br /&gt;To be loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time After Time&lt;/span&gt;, one of my favorite songs when sung by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chet Baker&lt;/span&gt;. His trumpet solos are just genius. I love the absolutely lazy romantic vibe of the song. :) Well, time to get to that to-do list! It's once again not going to be an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel Kong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3047934924029689410?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3047934924029689410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3047934924029689410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3047934924029689410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3047934924029689410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/wash-me-over-into-sea.html' title='wash me over into the sea'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S0nhBDKUEZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8U10vOscKCQ/s72-c/sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3397932455553250077</id><published>2010-01-09T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:00:02.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic Typing</title><content type='html'>I cried so, so hard the other day. The enormity of the whole situation just came down on me and I was rendered helpless. I wasn't going. Again. How many times will I be subject to the tearing down and rebuilding process of my life? Maybe God allowed this because I hadn't learned what I was supposed to the last time it happened. Maybe. Or maybe God is just intentionally screwing with us, as Josh so eloquently put it. But nah. He wouldn't do that. Would he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning eighteen. I have to go for NS. I'm not going to Saudi Arabia anymore. I don't want to talk to anyone anymore. I tried counting my blessings and asking myself to stop crying. But I just kept on weeping and weeping. Gasping for air like I couldn't breathe. I'm fine now, I guess. Rethinking my entire life, again. Unpacking... my entire life, again. Moving furniture back to the same old dusty places, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've had my crying session and it was partly because I'm about to get my period and partly because something became the last straw that broke the camel's back that day. My family has gone from having high hopes for the future to a precarious situation in which my dad has no job and we have to again scrimp and save money. People will always tell you, "Hey, maybe it's all for the best!" and you nod silently in agreement, when deep down you're thinking, AGAIN? Maybe things will turn out better, AGAIN?! How many times? That's all I really want to know. If only God would tell me how many times this is going to happen. Will I have to go through this process again next year? This year? Five years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing can be so therapeutic. Smashing out all your thoughts in some disorganized manner through your fingertips. I don't think I could stand writing all this down. But I suppose that's because I've already been exposed to the luxury of typing out reports, essays and blog posts. So much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly regaining my footing. I grow and I learn. I count my blessings;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my family&lt;br /&gt;2) food on the table&lt;br /&gt;3) my health&lt;br /&gt;4) my room&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people would give anything to have that last one. So I probably shouldn't even make a peep if I still have that. And I do. So here's to counting our blessings, living right and caring about others more than you do yourself. I understand that I'm not the only one who is having a hard time. I can't imagine what my dad's going through- all alone by himself in that strange country, feeling dejected and little hopeless maybe? Why is it we always don't appreciate things till they're all gone? Like your family. The particular bunch of people we always, always take for granted over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling to become a better person. Really, really struggling. In case any of you didn't know, that's my personal struggle. Along with walking close to God. My two biggest personal struggles. I want to not care about myself and instead, care for others. So many problems stem from caring for yourself instead of watching out for other people. Self-esteem is crap. Total crap. You shouldn't esteem yourself, you should esteem others. You should live your life not for yourself but for others. Then, and only then, can you say you've truly lived. Everyday I try and strive towards being someone like that. Unfortunately, it so very hard. Pastor Leslie was right. You are the church. You are Christ's bride. You have to live like Christ. Christ did not care about himself. He cared about everyone else but himself. I have to die to myself. Stop caring about me, me, me, me. I'm so incredibly selfish. I have to start caring about you, you, you, you. If you truly loved the person, you wouldn't care if he beat you everyday or abused you verbally, you would still love him. From the bottom of your heart. It hurts of course, when other people don't reciprocate. But it is your lot in life to love. And love unconditionally as Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post has no organizational regime whatsoever but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;. I've actually refrained from posting anything since I heard the news. I didn't know what to say. I still don't feel like talking to anyone. And I'm hoping to God that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOBODY&lt;/span&gt; asks me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; questions. I've gone through all that before and I don't want to again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;, I'm supposed to care about others more than myself so I guess you can ask me questions even though I don't want you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing Math nonstop for these past few days, no kidding. As in morning 10:30AM to midnight. Tuition everyday. I feel drained. I feel hopeless. I feel stupid. I hope it's all PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I absolutely heart this picture of Zooey Deschanel (and her dress! I need more dresses. :3). She's been one of my favorite actresses since forever. She was especially hilarious as the cliche &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quirky best friend of main character&lt;/span&gt; in Failure To Launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S0gLdL4gK8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/wB9eD09KiGU/s1600-h/zooey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S0gLdL4gK8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/wB9eD09KiGU/s400/zooey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424598347201653698" 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/5485836745449797452-3397932455553250077?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3397932455553250077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3397932455553250077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3397932455553250077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3397932455553250077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/therapeutic-typing.html' title='Therapeutic Typing'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/S0gLdL4gK8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/wB9eD09KiGU/s72-c/zooey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2938914656868858657</id><published>2010-01-07T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:08:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2938914656868858657?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2938914656868858657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2938914656868858657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2938914656868858657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2938914656868858657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/ask-me-no-questions-and-ill-tell-you-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-426816967343248320</id><published>2010-01-05T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:18:15.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble wrap.</title><content type='html'>Another plus of shopping online; most things come bubble-wrapped for protection. It provides temporary entertainment after the buyer finishes tinkering with whatever new object he or she has bought. Cheap, endless, bubble-popping fun. Like they say in Zombieland, enjoy the little things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thank you for reading another iPod touch post]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-426816967343248320?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/426816967343248320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=426816967343248320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/426816967343248320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/426816967343248320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2010/01/bubble-wrap.html' title='Bubble wrap.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3864365530922852524</id><published>2009-12-30T17:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:50:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing it out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A pathetic diary entry attempt the other day. I think it was doomed before I even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 18 in almost a month. I am moving to Saudi Arabia in almost 2. Am I at a crossroad? It seems like change likes me. Like I have a huge X on my forehead or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sing it out, sing out loud. Take what is left of me, make it a melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzshCDIWEmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FDKVYn0vwXY/s1600-h/diaryentry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzshCDIWEmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FDKVYn0vwXY/s400/diaryentry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420962895554286178" 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/5485836745449797452-3864365530922852524?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3864365530922852524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3864365530922852524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3864365530922852524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3864365530922852524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-what-is-left-of-me-and-make-it.html' title='Sing it out.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzshCDIWEmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FDKVYn0vwXY/s72-c/diaryentry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2867172316946962612</id><published>2009-12-30T16:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:33:24.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And try to find, the sunny side of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the advantages of sleeping in a room with open windows and no air conditioning is that sometimes when you wake up, this is what stares you in the face. That's when you rush to get your phone and take mediocre pictures of a beautiful sunrise that don't even begin to do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbEYiku7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/LaJTDdaYCWQ/s1600-h/Image220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbEYiku7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/LaJTDdaYCWQ/s400/Image220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420956338591415218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbD3--ASI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QS8oZBQmEdA/s1600-h/Image219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbD3--ASI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QS8oZBQmEdA/s400/Image219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420956329852141858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbDpoozsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/siZXnJ4LAMo/s1600-h/Image218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbDpoozsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/siZXnJ4LAMo/s400/Image218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420956326000381634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbDI49KHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/tzkrIbIDPXk/s1600-h/Image217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbDI49KHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/tzkrIbIDPXk/s400/Image217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420956317210454130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbEn59QLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kj5gZ91vBPo/s1600-h/Image221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbEn59QLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kj5gZ91vBPo/s400/Image221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420956342716022962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when you're about to fall asleep . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzscuzOSU5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/KHB0fROxYUE/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzscuzOSU5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/KHB0fROxYUE/s400/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420958166820213650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzscvWFZ1FI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_rZ_HnPm0mc/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzscvWFZ1FI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_rZ_HnPm0mc/s400/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420958176178197586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Szscv2pHcbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OAJJ0N4W1zs/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Szscv2pHcbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OAJJ0N4W1zs/s400/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420958184917922226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzscwIjP0BI/AAAAAAAAAYc/I6Gm-4x1hBo/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzscwIjP0BI/AAAAAAAAAYc/I6Gm-4x1hBo/s400/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420958189725143058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzscwUS-tnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/a-D6fS-vicI/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzscwUS-tnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/a-D6fS-vicI/s400/Image042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420958192878138994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; lucky . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsdtHBzmMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nmUYhKmJ93g/s1600-h/Image205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsdtHBzmMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nmUYhKmJ93g/s400/Image205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420959237288466626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsdtsC-uEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/u4YU2XQZ4Tg/s1600-h/Image213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsdtsC-uEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/u4YU2XQZ4Tg/s400/Image213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420959247225501762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic, isn't it? That's what happens when you ask them to pose for the camera. FAIL (esp. Jared &gt;.&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2867172316946962612?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2867172316946962612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2867172316946962612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2867172316946962612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2867172316946962612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-try-to-find-sunny-side-of-life.html' title='And try to find, the sunny side of life...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsbEYiku7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/LaJTDdaYCWQ/s72-c/Image220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8977322650813531963</id><published>2009-12-30T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:06:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my vices, I got my vice verses.</title><content type='html'>We (my 3 brothers and I) spent a good few hours playing Spongebob Monopoly with Andy yesterday. Huge fun. (Yes, there is such a thing as Spongebob Squarepants Monopoly. Google it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was Nerf warfare for a little while, then all the boys started playing computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am officially living out of my suitcase now. Literally. I have to take clothes out of there after each shower. These past few days have been spent sorting, throwing away, packing, cleaning and worrying. And I'm still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; done yet! When will all this finally be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were going to school come Monday, January 4th (my mum's birthday btw) I would say, "Back to school again!". But I'm not. Can't be sure if it's a good thing or not. And if you think we're gonna slack, think again! We have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much to do I can't even be bothered with Math. (Tuition teacher's gonna kill me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those who don't know, we'll be leaving earliest end of January. Anyone who wants to contact me can do so by emailing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poxymonkey@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; and get a prompt reply. Okay, so maybe it won't be prompt but I do reply all my emails, albeit a little late sometimes. The main idea is I'm contactable by email so email me. I wish I had the time and patience to do snail mail but the truth is, I'm way too lazy. Very sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me if I told you I didn't use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of my computer time yesterday? Meh, probably not eh? :D I need to restore my iPod touch again. Darn thing's been sluggish all month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says it's getting colder and colder in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt;. Mum says I have to wear her huge, navy blue parka once we land in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna look like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudi Arabian &lt;/span&gt;penguin. -Rachel Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsHYaHN_CI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fYeON_hyge0/s1600-h/brightlydarknessblogspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsHYaHN_CI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fYeON_hyge0/s400/brightlydarknessblogspot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420934692378377250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want incredibly cute Scrabble and teacup rings too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8977322650813531963?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8977322650813531963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8977322650813531963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8977322650813531963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8977322650813531963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-my-vices-i-got-my-vice-verses.html' title='I got my vices, I got my vice verses.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzsHYaHN_CI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fYeON_hyge0/s72-c/brightlydarknessblogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1727421214916631651</id><published>2009-12-26T14:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:46:37.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken windows, broken doors, broken chairs on broken floors.</title><content type='html'>So it's Boxing Day and Christmas is over. Lots of thank you's to all who got me pressies. I love my new scarf! :D I had a Snickers bar (from yesterday's party) for breakfast. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How annoying is it that when I have short nails I want long nails but by the time I've grown them out, I want my short nails back. Same thing with hair. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzXpEm_UAQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iw7CjKq8Ceo/s1600-h/4139142915e33ca90c57o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzXpEm_UAQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iw7CjKq8Ceo/s400/4139142915e33ca90c57o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419493992005107970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking that hotel management's a good idea for me since it's good training to become a housewife. I hear you're able to learn many, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; useful skills and it's really tough so you come out better, faster and stronger. Sounds great eh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little girl again; tying ribbons into my hair. Did it for the party and did it again today for fun. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I'm going to miss everyone I'm leaving behind terribly? Well I am. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, my dad has imposed the all too familiar ruling that we're limited to one hour of computer per day. But it could be worse; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at least I still have my iPod touch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1727421214916631651?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1727421214916631651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1727421214916631651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1727421214916631651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1727421214916631651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken-windows-broken-doors-broken.html' title='broken windows, broken doors, broken chairs on broken floors.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SzXpEm_UAQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iw7CjKq8Ceo/s72-c/4139142915e33ca90c57o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7802104937706957037</id><published>2009-12-18T20:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:53:05.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the bombs go off, the sun will still be shining because we've heard it said that every mushroom cloud has a silver lining.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IMAGE&lt;/span&gt;HEAVY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;POST&lt;/span&gt;INCOMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know right. When are my posts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; image heavy? :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is so funny. We have times when we're almost always going out. Then we have times where we are total homebodys and forget to shower because no one at home cares. Hmm. Or it may be just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. It's everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, showers are magical. They have the ability to make your moods do a 180 degree turn. For the better, of course. I like water. (Yes, I'm a weirdo. Didn't you know?) Which is why I like swimming, beaches, and well, showers. Swimming can also get you into a very good mood. Not because of the whole "exercising releases endorphins" thing but the water washing over you like you're getting a spring cleaning. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've peeled off all my nail polish so now I have CLEAN nails. They look pretty 'cause I kind of grew them out. :) I think I'll keep them like this for a while. If not, I'll give myself a French. I'm boring you with nail talk aren't I? Well then, let's change the topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs.&lt;br /&gt;It's true, you know? What they say about photos being able to convey a thousand words. Maybe not exactly a thousand but quite a bit. Photographs are magical too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my recent saves (aka digital images I've recently saved to my lappy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3gl6rggI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LliYWymDaOk/s1600-h/112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3gl6rggI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LliYWymDaOk/s400/112009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416554378660905474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondue. I still haven't had this. Must. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3hKr3nyI/AAAAAAAAATE/BluyOQCitJk/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3hKr3nyI/AAAAAAAAATE/BluyOQCitJk/s400/DSC00478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416554388530896674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone's totally forgotten about this cute little hammie. I know I have. (I used to love the cartoon..) I like that word. Hammie. Hammiehammiehamham. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3hYXK8GI/AAAAAAAAATM/D9dCY25Zens/s1600-h/gr8-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3hYXK8GI/AAAAAAAAATM/D9dCY25Zens/s400/gr8-3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416554392202178658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old I get, I will always love Pink. The color, not the singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3h86FFiI/AAAAAAAAATU/fM_y9JiCa_Q/s1600-h/il430xn106875854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3h86FFiI/AAAAAAAAATU/fM_y9JiCa_Q/s400/il430xn106875854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416554402012272162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, crazy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3iPgsZnI/AAAAAAAAATc/_8IGsZIYjQs/s1600-h/snow5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3iPgsZnI/AAAAAAAAATc/_8IGsZIYjQs/s400/snow5-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416554407006070386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a home of my own, I ain't gonna have just any old fluorescent light. I'mma have chandeliers! Lots of 'em. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6Qneel_I/AAAAAAAAATs/zec1k265SKo/s1600-h/m.yue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6Qneel_I/AAAAAAAAATs/zec1k265SKo/s400/m.yue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416557402736465906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6QynMnRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1wzvGHIpzco/s1600-h/112509DSC00650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6QynMnRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1wzvGHIpzco/s400/112509DSC00650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416557405725826322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6QO9xCZI/AAAAAAAAATk/zmd7CQhd2w4/s1600-h/img6434bt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6QO9xCZI/AAAAAAAAATk/zmd7CQhd2w4/s400/img6434bt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416557396156811666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm &amp;amp; soft clothing FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt61fPxcrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/DCnHomvKc4A/s1600-h/28834918_57ced4bddf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt61fPxcrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/DCnHomvKc4A/s400/28834918_57ced4bddf_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416558036182463154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6163PllI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3kmxn9MvucE/s1600-h/28834919_bf9d36690a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6163PllI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3kmxn9MvucE/s400/28834919_bf9d36690a_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416558043595773522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt62bcdkdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gBFyzc1zWbA/s1600-h/28834920_702fd3914c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt62bcdkdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gBFyzc1zWbA/s400/28834920_702fd3914c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416558052341813714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt62pzZqXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/27ohFRXNNnw/s1600-h/28834921_7b2c3c0ba0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt62pzZqXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/27ohFRXNNnw/s400/28834921_7b2c3c0ba0_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416558056196122994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6279KanI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ToK4l4qvlJQ/s1600-h/28834922_fa25f6afa8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt6279KanI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ToK4l4qvlJQ/s400/28834922_fa25f6afa8_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416558061068905074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt66wWK0OI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5ENZe7hlJyQ/s1600-h/28834923_d2f642b0b5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt66wWK0OI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5ENZe7hlJyQ/s400/28834923_d2f642b0b5_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416558126672040162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quirky rings FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; image heavy. I just wanted to try that at least once. Hee. Getting caught up in doing a blog post can be kind of fun. I should do another post in all lowercase again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my pimples heal and disappear,&lt;br /&gt;Rach(y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7802104937706957037?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7802104937706957037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7802104937706957037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7802104937706957037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7802104937706957037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-bombs-go-off-sun-will-still-be.html' title='If the bombs go off, the sun will still be shining because we&apos;ve heard it said that every mushroom cloud has a silver lining.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Syt3gl6rggI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LliYWymDaOk/s72-c/112009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4662414558578072417</id><published>2009-12-13T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:33:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.</title><content type='html'>Words cannot begin to describe the level of irritation I receive from my mother when my father's gone/in another country. She nags more, constantly has the need to tell us EVERYTHING that's happening to my dad overseas, and worst of all- I BECOME HER FREAKING TECH SUPPORT FOR HER STUPID SKYPE AND EMAIL THAT ALWAYS MANAGES TO "NOT WORK" ALL THE FREAKING TIME. NOT TO MENTION HER NETBOOK IS THE ONLY COMPUTER IN THE HOUSE RUNNING LINUX AND I DON'T KNOW CRAP ABOUT IT. UGH. FRUSTRATION TO THE MAXIMUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Skype. Hate Linux. Hate my mum's stupid Acer One. Hate her. GOD. There is absolutely NO use teaching her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; because she'll just forget in the span of two seconds and then proceed to query me AGAIN. Why do people have to get old? Why do people have to start deteriorating once they stop growing? Why did Eve have to eat that stupid forbidden fruit? WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never know the answers because only God knows and he doesn't want to tell us. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die miserable and alone. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4662414558578072417?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4662414558578072417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4662414558578072417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4662414558578072417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4662414558578072417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay.html' title='Yay.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1800196576022488853</id><published>2009-12-13T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:37:14.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep falling, they keep falling...</title><content type='html'>I don't care what anyone says. I love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I live in Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1800196576022488853?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1800196576022488853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1800196576022488853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1800196576022488853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1800196576022488853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/raindrops-keep-falling-they-keep.html' title='Raindrops keep falling, they keep falling...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2689876417402246251</id><published>2009-12-11T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:04:13.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee-vee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lie_to_Me"&gt;Lie To Me&lt;/a&gt; just gets better and better with every new episode. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been watching too many TV shows. Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Dr. Sheldon Cooper from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Big_Bang_Theory"&gt;TBBT&lt;/a&gt; might be the most hilarious TV show character I will ever encounter. Emphasis on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2689876417402246251?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2689876417402246251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2689876417402246251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2689876417402246251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2689876417402246251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/lie-to-me-just-gets-better-and-better.html' title='Tee-vee'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-5575784190067455695</id><published>2009-12-10T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:08:14.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The robbed who smiles steals something from the thief. -William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dvdscollection.com/domain/E036D515/images/upload/Image/cast_big_bang_theory%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.dvdscollection.com/domain/E036D515/images/upload/Image/cast_big_bang_theory%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't get enough of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Big_Bang_Theory"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/a&gt;. It's better than peppermint/mint choc chip ice cream. :D Also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boots&lt;/span&gt;. They are so easy to wear! No shoelaces to come undone, no stopping and kneeling down to tie said shoelaces, it's just pull on and pull off. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;, I mean- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; more! :) Preferably fluffy-looking ones. Waterproof ones would be cool too. No need to worry about Malaysian downpour and puddles/lakes in the middle of roads and sidewalks. Hmm. I love dressing for cold weather. It's so much comfier and you feel like you're being protected by your clothes. Nice warm, safe feeling. (Too bad Malaysian weather is how it is.) Which is why since we don't get cold weather, I like cold places; you get to bundle up! Cold malls, cold vehicles, etc.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seche.com/00-images/Image112.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.seche.com/00-images/Image112.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like how Singaporean malls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blast&lt;/span&gt; the air conditioning 24/7. Then again, it can become a rather irritating cycle: walk in hot sun, enter freezing mall, walk in hot sun, enter freezing mall, walk in hot sun- well you get the idea. It's enough to make you sick. :) But it's fun. We might be venturing down there this Christmas month. Whee! I can get a new bottle of Seche Vite dry fast top coat. They don't sell it here in MY and the last one I got from SG is all gloppy now. Best top coat I've used to date, albeit a tad pricey of course. Makes your mani last for weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-5575784190067455695?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5575784190067455695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=5575784190067455695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5575784190067455695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5575784190067455695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/robbed-who-smiles-steals-something-from.html' title='The robbed who smiles steals something from the thief. -William Shakespeare'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4758715960126275370</id><published>2009-12-04T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:38:20.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out.</title><content type='html'>Big groups can be annoying sometimes. I think three's a perfect crowd. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4758715960126275370?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4758715960126275370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4758715960126275370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4758715960126275370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4758715960126275370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-out.html' title='Going out.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6448513551401266460</id><published>2009-12-01T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:56:35.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, snap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;On a totally unrelated note, I do not understand why shoulder pads are making a comeback. They are completely unattractive in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxUrq_xEu3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BKCQ4dTE978/s1600/jared-model-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxUrq_xEu3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BKCQ4dTE978/s400/jared-model-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410278545027283826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jared Kong @ Marks &amp;amp; Spencer, KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments I live for, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How it happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Swiped sweater off rack in children's department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Asked Jared to pull it on 'cause it looked cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Confirmed the cuteness and started looking for dad so I could show him off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Failed to find dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Spotted big poster of white guy wearing similar v-neck sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Immediately pushed Jared to pose next to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Thought it was too good to pass up a photo op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Marks &amp;amp; Spencer salesperson scolded me for taking picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Didn't delete photo and totally thought it was worth the scolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Whole family loved the photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;I just love my postscripts. :) Hope everyone's enjoying their hols and eating well! Oh, and welcome home Mishie &amp;amp; Jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-6448513551401266460?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6448513551401266460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=6448513551401266460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6448513551401266460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6448513551401266460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-snap.html' title='Oh, snap!'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxUrq_xEu3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/BKCQ4dTE978/s72-c/jared-model-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8623694866385884790</id><published>2009-12-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:21:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words bother me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxUmTvqVUFI/AAAAAAAAASs/5fFi3_Myrp0/s1600/pooh-bear-makes-a-friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxUmTvqVUFI/AAAAAAAAASs/5fFi3_Myrp0/s400/pooh-bear-makes-a-friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410272648008912978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people care too much, I think it's called love. -Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8623694866385884790?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8623694866385884790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8623694866385884790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8623694866385884790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8623694866385884790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-bear-of-very-little-brain-and-long.html' title='I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words bother me.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxUmTvqVUFI/AAAAAAAAASs/5fFi3_Myrp0/s72-c/pooh-bear-makes-a-friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-993600976538789149</id><published>2009-11-30T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:56:59.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cows.</title><content type='html'>Status update! Just finished math tuition, feeling hungry, overloaded with TV shows downloaded after a long period of my inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day! We have scoring at school, dentist appointments, and mum has a doctor's appointment. Will be out the entire day, more or less. Bet the whole family's gonna be dog tired when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, here's a poem I just spit out in 2 mins. detailing how I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Random thoughts blazing through the distance of my mind's eye&lt;br /&gt;Swirling and mingling with nightmares of the future&lt;br /&gt;Try as I might to catch them with my hand I fail as they pass me by&lt;br /&gt;These dreams get closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;As I&lt;br /&gt;Let them linger&lt;/blockquote&gt;Till the cows come home,&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying- my mum wants me to reinforce all the buttons on all of my dad's shirts. Now I wish I never learned sewing. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-993600976538789149?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/993600976538789149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=993600976538789149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/993600976538789149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/993600976538789149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/cows.html' title='Cows.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7531258009232522475</id><published>2009-11-29T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:35:03.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S O M E D A Y S O O N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxI_qUdxSNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fotnw02sQ8Y/s1600/73pkrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxI_qUdxSNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fotnw02sQ8Y/s400/73pkrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409456098706016466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?gzyj1ydi1m4"&gt;Francesca Battistelli - Someday Soon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one who knows everything about you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one who's always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to get all of your affection and attention&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I've been waiting for, for all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine anything, anything better than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;Making our plans all come true&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;Under a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Our story will start someday soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one who does everything with you&lt;br /&gt;Watching stars, washing cars, talking walks, going to the store&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one who gets to change her last name, someday&lt;br /&gt;To something that sounds something more like yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine anything, anything better than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;Making our plans all come true&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;Under a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Our story will start someday soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be tellin' you I love you&lt;br /&gt;On a picture perfect day&lt;br /&gt;And those words inside my head&lt;br /&gt;They sound like angels singing praise&lt;br /&gt;It's what I was made to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;Making our plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;Making our plans all come true&lt;br /&gt;Someday, under a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Our story will start someday soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7531258009232522475?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7531258009232522475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7531258009232522475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7531258009232522475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7531258009232522475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/s-o-m-e-d-y-s-o-o-n.html' title='S O M E D A Y S O O N'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxI_qUdxSNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fotnw02sQ8Y/s72-c/73pkrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-5635701575873664657</id><published>2009-11-29T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:11:40.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean take.</title><content type='html'>Online shopping has made me a new person. Why? Now I actually check my email regularly. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. I can't remove my chipped nail polish because we've run out of cotton wool. Presumably because I waste it and drop it all over my room and the house often. Painting nails makes you do that. Okay, maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get acrylics! As in fake nails. As in a fake French Mani. I think I've always wanted one. I want a nice one. If not done properly it can look disastrous and really ugh. Like Josh says, keep trying new things! It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of trying new things- I bought something in pink today!!! After my blue streak. I almost bought it in grey since it'd go with more things, but decided against it since Josh and I pointed out to myself I already have a lot of things in grey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh makes a really good shopping buddy. He doesn't complain about chaperoning me everywhere, seems quite content with joking at my shopping methods, asking me to try on ridiculous pieces, and holds things for me. His tolerance level is quite high for a guy... But he's already patient and kind anyway. His future wife's a lucky one! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Auntie Rena said, I really am quite blessed to have such nice brothers. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any cotton wool I can borrow? I mean take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel Kong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-5635701575873664657?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5635701575873664657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=5635701575873664657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5635701575873664657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5635701575873664657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-mean-take.html' title='I mean take.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-5952498164919582889</id><published>2009-11-27T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:41:43.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish is a dream your heart makes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sw9rp9meZdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/N3kQlosALlE/s1600/3007211052_30e59e0fea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sw9rp9meZdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/N3kQlosALlE/s400/3007211052_30e59e0fea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408660046150002130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous swimming pool @ W Hotel, Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I wish I was right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-5952498164919582889?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5952498164919582889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=5952498164919582889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5952498164919582889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5952498164919582889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/wish-is-dream-your-heart-makes.html' title='A wish is a dream your heart makes.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sw9rp9meZdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/N3kQlosALlE/s72-c/3007211052_30e59e0fea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1914095118876783520</id><published>2009-11-27T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:45:54.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm learning.</title><content type='html'>We can all learn a little something from 'A Christmas Carol', whether you read the book or see the movie. Imagine if that happened to you. Imagine if it didn't and you never got a second chance. Scary. Anyway, here's a tag just for fun. They stopped being trendy a while ago, didn't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your mobile phone?&lt;/span&gt; Er.. I'll have to go and call myself and check back with you later *sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your significant other?&lt;/span&gt; Waiting for me somewhere in my distant future with my name stamped on his forehead without him knowing it. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your hair color?&lt;/span&gt; Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your mother?&lt;/span&gt; No one like her in the entire world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your father?&lt;/span&gt; Leaving in 11 days for Saudi Arabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your favorite thing?&lt;/span&gt; iPod touch named Fubsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt; No dream. I had the worst sleep ever though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your dream goal?&lt;/span&gt; To actually finish high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The room you're in?&lt;/span&gt; You mean the expanse of space containing both living and dining areas? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your hobby?&lt;/span&gt; People-watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your fear?&lt;/span&gt; Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;/span&gt; Married? I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;/span&gt; Presumably in bed, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you're not?&lt;/span&gt; A bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of your wish-list items?&lt;/span&gt; A larger suitcase w/larger weight allowance to cram my life into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where you grew up?&lt;/span&gt; In order: AU, SG, MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last thing you did?&lt;/span&gt; Eat eggs &amp;amp; bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chipped red nail polish; comfy RM6 tee from Kamdar; raggedy Hawaiian shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your TV?&lt;/span&gt; Is huge and has been hooked up to a CPU and has COD Mod. Warfare 2 on it right now with Jared at the wheel. Woo, gunshots galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your pets?&lt;/span&gt; Have all died quite some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your computer?&lt;/span&gt; Has no internal DVD drive. &gt;.&gt; Stupid external.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your mood?&lt;/span&gt; Neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing someone?&lt;/span&gt; Not really. But I kind of am obliged to say Del &amp;amp; Lerry. Aha. :) (Hope you're enjoying San Francisco, Lerry!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your car?&lt;/span&gt; Is nonexistent and will never be existent. I am not keen on driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you're not wearing?&lt;/span&gt; Lovely Monet clip-on earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite shop?&lt;/span&gt; Marks &amp;amp; Spencer; just because they have food AND clothes plus their changing rooms are beyond comfy and my favorite out of everywhere I've been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your summer?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Funny. It's summer 24/7 here and that kind of sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love someone?&lt;/span&gt; Remember that guy in my distant future...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt; Blue? I keep buying everything in blue lately. Gotta stoppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the last time you laughed?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday afternoon-going-to-be-evening-sort-of-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to second chances!&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1914095118876783520?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1914095118876783520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1914095118876783520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1914095118876783520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1914095118876783520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-learning.html' title='I&apos;m learning.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1046735700489987555</id><published>2009-11-24T10:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:45:04.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebetude</title><content type='html'>The ulcer I had since before Awards Night has gotten bigger and badder. I feel like it's sucking the life out of me. I don't get ulcers ever, so when I do it's terrible. Last night I rubbed salt on it and almost made it bleed. Then put watermelon powder on it. This morning I woke up and the pain was gone, but I had a sore throat. Oh my goodness, I feel so lethargic and unhealthy. Late nights, skipping on vitamins, and all the stress from Awards Night has come down on me- full force. Also just realized no one reads moi blog anymore. But it's okay. This is like my personal diary now. Sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1046735700489987555?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1046735700489987555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1046735700489987555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1046735700489987555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1046735700489987555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/hebetude.html' title='Hebetude'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8782464769295654053</id><published>2009-11-23T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:09:49.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tens of thousands of words.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Josh. He has to scan all our photographs to take to Saudi. They number in the thousands I think. At least he's getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the photos I discovered mum used to dress really, really well. I kind of already knew that but seeing them again made me smile. I was pointing out outfits and how I'd like to own them, even till now. Fun fact: her dad visited her when she was in University in the UK and thought her coat from Topshop or some other place looked yucky so took her to buy one (made of cashmere and camel hair) that later appeared in British Vogue. Haha. Her friend came running to her pointing out the page in the magazine going, "Your coat's in Vogue! Your coat's in Vogue!" Her dad also bought her a Valentino double-breasted jacket that was so expensive she didn't even want it but her dad insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do any schoolwork today. Made dinner for everyone and hung out washing at midnight. I am really very weird. I always do my laundry in the middle of the night, as some may know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my room looks like a war zone. I've got my huge grey suitcase on the floor wide open and stuffed to the brim with clothes. Got black garbage bags full of clothes, clothes on the bed, clothes on the floor, magazines and books everywhere, bags piled in a corner, hangers strewn in random places, and the vacuum cleaner in the middle which I still haven't put away. Heh. So much for organization skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8782464769295654053?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8782464769295654053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8782464769295654053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8782464769295654053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8782464769295654053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/tens-of-thousands-of-words.html' title='Tens of thousands of words.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2624025901782291830</id><published>2009-11-23T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:25:25.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and all its mysteries.</title><content type='html'>Q: What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Staring at my new suitcase. Wondering how I'm going to fit my life in there. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2624025901782291830?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2624025901782291830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2624025901782291830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2624025901782291830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2624025901782291830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-and-all-its-mysteries.html' title='Life and all its mysteries.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4117848613613573860</id><published>2009-11-20T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:23:35.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards Night Fever</title><content type='html'>Literally. I think I'm about to be sick. My temperature is going up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4117848613613573860?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4117848613613573860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4117848613613573860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4117848613613573860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4117848613613573860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/awards-night-fever.html' title='Awards Night Fever'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1688511882269971100</id><published>2009-11-16T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:03:13.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>I kind of wish Awards Night was already over. Stress does not look good on anyone. On a side note, Switchfoot's new album is divine. Heavenly. Love that it's a breath of fresh air from what Josh has been overplaying for months. Love that it's mostly not as noisy as their usual stuff. Love the lyrics, love the music. LOVE IT. Okay, I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1688511882269971100?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1688511882269971100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1688511882269971100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1688511882269971100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1688511882269971100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6281096725059371218</id><published>2009-11-08T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:42:58.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>How I spent my evening on November 8, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picked up sewing pins from table and floor&lt;br /&gt;2. Switched off lights, pushed bed a little ways from wall and crawled into tiny space&lt;br /&gt;3. Had a good cry&lt;br /&gt;4. Realized what a pathetic person I am&lt;br /&gt;5. Got out of tiny space and surfed fashion blogs&lt;br /&gt;6. Ate reheated dinner and had two Marks &amp;amp; Spencer chocolate digestives&lt;br /&gt;7. Charged iPod touch and typed out this timeline&lt;br /&gt;8. Swallowed down a passion fruit while looking it over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-6281096725059371218?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6281096725059371218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=6281096725059371218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6281096725059371218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6281096725059371218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/11/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8679196396283719946</id><published>2009-09-14T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:36:53.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.klpac.com/images/Theatre/320/hamlet_webfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 562px; height: 922px;" src="http://www.klpac.com/images/Theatre/320/hamlet_webfull.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught this at KLPac on its first day of showing. Kayson, whose friend was acting in the play, invited Josh and I to go. (His friend turned out to be the funny guy who plays Polonius.) We were among the first ones to get into Pentas 2 (the hall they were using) so we got awesome second-row seats. It was my first time watching a Shakespearean play. I used to read all of Shakespeare's plays when I was younger. Sadly, all I could remember of Hamlet before I watched them perform was that someone killed someone else by pouring something into his ear. And that everyone dies in the end. Aha. I was right. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this reminded me yet again that language is not just a form of communication. It is an art. A beautiful stream of consciousness transferred from one person to another. It can be used in such marvelous ways and yet, most of the time is reduced to being solely a means of getting a message across. No thought is given to the way the words are strung together, the way it comes out of the mouth, the way it affects the atmosphere. Words are so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do wish language weren't a luxury. That perfectly articulated words were in everyone's possession."&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8679196396283719946?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8679196396283719946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8679196396283719946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8679196396283719946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8679196396283719946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/09/hamlet.html' title='Hamlet'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2399231168976864474</id><published>2009-08-28T11:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:51:41.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes, this soldier knows, the battle with the heart isn't easily won. But it can be won, but it can be won.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a million and one things I could blog about myself right now but I shall refrain. Instead I present to you &lt;b&gt;Snowball&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;i&gt;dancing&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cockatoo&lt;/b&gt;. (I instantly recognized the bird as a Cockatoo when my brothers were watching it because I had bird books when I was little. Hee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJOZp2ZftCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJOZp2ZftCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And while we're on the music train, Ingrid Michaelson's 'Everybody' was released recently. Remember her? Well the &lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; on this record is &lt;b&gt;genius&lt;/b&gt;. I recommend 'Soldier', 'Everybody' and 'Sort Of'. Then again, all the other songs are just as good. Go get it now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SpdPCoBT8NI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JjhUM73MSY0/s400/Everybody.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374851586811228370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Wikipedia describes her genre as Indie Pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2399231168976864474?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2399231168976864474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2399231168976864474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2399231168976864474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2399231168976864474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-it-goes-this-soldier-knows.html' title='And so it goes, this soldier knows, the battle with the heart isn&apos;t easily won. But it can be won, but it can be won.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SpdPCoBT8NI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JjhUM73MSY0/s72-c/Everybody.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2018793517099402754</id><published>2009-08-14T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:48:43.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Go - Just Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember way back when I posted Lady GaGa's 'Just Dance' (before anyone even knew who she was)? Well today I bring you the best cover of the song I've heard so far, by the man described as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one-man Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SoUYLRKWP7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/OMR8aty53Z4/s1600-h/garylogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SoUYLRKWP7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/OMR8aty53Z4/s400/garylogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369724712573616050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?bg2ij3ntzwk"&gt;Gary Go - Just Dance (featuring Mr. Dialysis)&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/5485836745449797452-2018793517099402754?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2018793517099402754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2018793517099402754' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2018793517099402754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2018793517099402754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/08/gary-go-just-dance.html' title='Gary Go - Just Dance'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SoUYLRKWP7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/OMR8aty53Z4/s72-c/garylogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8014278348737565608</id><published>2009-08-03T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:48:43.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.tinypic.com/906ql5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/906ql5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsolicited advice from me to all the people out there trying to find the perfect person and people in relationships who expect their partner to be perfect. If everyone understood this there would be less of all this screwed up crap we call dating nowadays and divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come close&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the story&lt;br /&gt;About a love&lt;br /&gt;More faithful than the morning&lt;br /&gt;The Father gave his only son just to save us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth was shaking in the dark&lt;br /&gt;All creation felt the Father's broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Tears were filling heaven's eyes&lt;br /&gt;The day that true love died&lt;br /&gt;The day that true love died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When blood and water hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Walls we couldn't move came crashing down&lt;br /&gt;We were free and made alive&lt;br /&gt;The day that true love died&lt;br /&gt;The day that true love died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Love by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_wickham"&gt;Phil Wickham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, one of the best songs I have ever heard in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I and many other people love most about Phil Wickham is that when he sings, he isn't singing songs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; God, he's singing songs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sonjpHbeDQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sonjpHbeDQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8014278348737565608?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8014278348737565608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8014278348737565608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8014278348737565608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8014278348737565608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/906ql5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-46617272881681237</id><published>2009-07-29T17:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:34:04.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was listening to this song earlier today and I realized it perfectly describes the feeling that I'm feeling now. I'm choking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday I sit here waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday just seems so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now I've had enough of all the hating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do we even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's so unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any day it'll all be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday there's nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm just trying to find some hope to try to hold onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it starts again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It'll never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm heavily broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't you see that I'm choking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can't even move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm heavily broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And there's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almost giving up on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almost heading for a fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now my mind is screaming out I've gotta keep on fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn't end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm heavily broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't you see that I'm choking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can't even move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm heavily broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And there's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feels like I'm drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm screaming for air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louder I'm crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you don't even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavily Broken by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_veronicas"&gt;The Veronicas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a long unattractive rant packaged into a poem that says it all. Even the things you don't want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's beauty in goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-46617272881681237?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/46617272881681237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=46617272881681237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/46617272881681237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/46617272881681237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-beginning-of-end.html' title='The End of the Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-5471183500545668408</id><published>2009-07-26T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:16:44.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky</title><content type='html'>I guess that confirms it. I've checked by sms and I've checked the website too. They all say the same thing I don't want to believe. On top of all this, my life, my world is falling apart around me. I'm not kidding. It gets worse and worse. Every time I think my life is getting a little better it all crumbles down again. If only, if only we didn't go to hell when we commit suicide. Please, anyone? Help me. Crying doesn't work anymore. I cried last night and felt like crying all day today. Dad's started to clamp down on us again. Depressing lectures in the car, threats to take the computers away, etc. Strife never seems to cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drastic changes that I'm not sure I should tell everyone are about to happen to me and well, my family. It sucks. In so many ways. I keep finding new things to cry about and scare myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Smw6d5wfuaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2Sqj6c4-8Nc/s1600-h/ns.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Smw6d5wfuaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2Sqj6c4-8Nc/s400/ns.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362725541686262178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah? They're congratulating me on my death sentence. How rib-tickling. Malaysian National Service is just another way for our extremely corrupted government to pocket money. I hate people. I hate myself. I hate the world. Everything stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-5471183500545668408?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5471183500545668408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=5471183500545668408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5471183500545668408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5471183500545668408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/07/stinky.html' title='Stinky'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Smw6d5wfuaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2Sqj6c4-8Nc/s72-c/ns.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7759457240441873469</id><published>2009-07-23T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:45:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posted from my beloved ipt (ipod touch) and all in lowercase just for fun</title><content type='html'>it's a good night to sleep without aircon. tonight it's so deliciously windy out! i LOVE night air. once you get used to sleeping with two fans blowing straight at you with the window open every night, you'll never look back. yes, even in malaysia it's possible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i was recalling how horribly insensitive my childhood dentist was. makes me so grateful for the awesome dentist i go to now. best dentist ever, even though his establishment is quite a way from my house. also grateful that i can actually visit a dentist. i never knew until recently that it costs a bomb. especially when you go with your six-pack family. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i had more comfortable clothing i could wear out. recently i wore the shirt i went to sleep in, to school. i just woke up and threw on some pants. it's amazing how much i don't care about how i look in school. wonder why.... oh! it's probably the lack of people i guess. but whatever, i never really have anyone or anyplace to dress for nowadays, except myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la di da di da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched the movie 'wimbledon' today and liked it. kirsten dunst and paul bettany star. go watchhh. that is, if you haven't already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts,&lt;br /&gt;rach-y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7759457240441873469?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7759457240441873469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7759457240441873469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7759457240441873469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7759457240441873469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/07/posted-from-my-beloved-ipt-ipod-touch.html' title='posted from my beloved ipt (ipod touch) and all in lowercase just for fun'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6903352837329446878</id><published>2009-07-21T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:14:49.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenic and Old Lace</title><content type='html'>Watching old American movies where the boys and men still wore braces (which are suspenders fyi) and suits and hats and actually knew how to court a woman properly, has made me realize that American movies of today have nothing on the classics. Absolutely NOTHING at all. Movies of today lack &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depth&lt;/span&gt;. It is so far removed from what life really is about. So incredibly empty. One of the worst things is that Comedy is reduced to guys pulling down their pants and revealing their privates, getting drunk and not remembering what happened last night, making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; of obscene jokes about women, strippers, getting laid, etc. If you think any of that is funny, you should take a good look at yourself and ask yourself WHY. Probably because you've never in your entire life seen GOOD comedy. Or CLEAN comedy for that matter. Pft. I have no idea why people nowadays find so much pleasure in laughing at and mocking things that were never meant to be even remotely funny. The world is sick with sin. And nothing I say on this blog will change any of it sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TO THE PEOPLE WHO READ THIS AND ACTUALLY WANT TO CHANGE FOR THE BETTER, DON'T BE REPULSIVE AND LAUGH ABOUT VULGAR THINGS THAT SHOULDN'T BE LAUGHED AT. EVEN IN THE SMALLEST OF THINGS, YOU CAN DECIDE TO DO THE RIGHT THING. Even if other people consider you a prude and a goody-two-shoes, it isn't worth it. What if you die tomorrow? I keep asking myself that question lately. What if I really do die tomorrow? Would I still be shouting at my mother? Would I still be laughing at sick jokes just because everyone else is? Would I still be so proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would Jesus do? I think we've all long forgotten that famous phrase. WWJD. What would Jesus do? Ask yourself that everytime you don't know what to do. I can't promise you'll be a better person but I can tell you that it'll help. At least a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I bet no one cares. Please care. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;If you want funny, I'll give you funny. Watch 'Arsenic and Old Lace'. Cary Grant is hilarious in this. Like break-your-back funny. Gosh, he's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youseemore.com/ClarenceDillon/uploads/5.798151.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.youseemore.com/ClarenceDillon/uploads/5.798151.jpg" style="height: 475px; width: 332px;" /&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/5485836745449797452-6903352837329446878?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6903352837329446878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=6903352837329446878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6903352837329446878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6903352837329446878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/07/arsenic-and-old-lace.html' title='Arsenic and Old Lace'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8603709546551346848</id><published>2009-07-18T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:16:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I scratched my head with a pen while my nail polish was drying. Haha.</title><content type='html'>I guess it's not very Chinese of me, but whatever. I HATE PORRIDGE. I THINK IT'S SICK PEOPLE FOOD. Always reminds me of when I have fever when I eat it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends can be so annoying sometimes. Especially when they talk about the same things over and over again. But they're necessary. Without them, you would be well... abnormal. (And I am a hypocrite for complaining as I'm not the most interesting person either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I could sit at the computer all day looking at things I can't buy. Like absolutely gorgeous designer bags that come in absolutely gorgeous materials. One day I'll get my dream bag. In my dream color and material. I've been obsessed with the &lt;b&gt;Hermès Birkin&lt;/b&gt; ever since I laid eyes on it ages ago. I don't know why I like it. I suppose for the same reason it has waiting lists all over the world. It's a classic. And also has a classic price. *bug eyes* At least once in my life I wanna get to hold one if not own one. It comes in a crazily huge range of different colors and materials and also has rare custom-made one-off's. This particular one I like is of the latter I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SmCYhaDaNQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0rYnGgW58ig/s1600-h/etoilewhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SmCYhaDaNQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0rYnGgW58ig/s320/etoilewhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Hermès Birkin in White Togo and Etoile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or not. Don't know for sure. :) I read up on the bag's history &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birkin_bag"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; a while ago and found it immensely interesting. It's a work of art, this bag. One of those things you can keep for ages and will never go out of style. You pay for what you get! (sadly this principle doesn't apply to &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; expensive things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And ohmygosh, even if you have that much money to splurge on a bag, getting your hands on one is a huge headache. It's crazy. Anyway, that's my dream bag. I would like it in simple, neutral colors like the above but I also wouldn't mind it in black leather or blue. But really, I don't know if I could ever make up my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.(s.t!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just painted my nails teal/teal-ish blue? Bah. Don't know the words to accurately describe it. Will post pics if I have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8603709546551346848?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8603709546551346848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8603709546551346848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8603709546551346848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8603709546551346848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-scratched-my-head-with-pen-while-my.html' title='I scratched my head with a pen while my nail polish was drying. Haha.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SmCYhaDaNQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0rYnGgW58ig/s72-c/etoilewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8700268710876250992</id><published>2009-07-15T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:51:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty.</title><content type='html'>I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to blow if I don't vent soon. A blog is an outlet. It's a way to show everyone how frustrated, angry, happy, sad or screwed up you are. Kind of amazing. Also kind of self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is really shitty at the moment. Exhibit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) house is &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; overrun with ants!&lt;br /&gt;B) mum keeps crying everyday&lt;br /&gt;C) really, really, really crappy stupid dumb (not to mention DRY) show &amp;amp; tell topics (can you believe we're still calling it that?)&lt;br /&gt;D) friends with boy problems who only want to talk about themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on.. I need to cry all this out. Haven't cried in quite a while. Also haven't posted lately 'cause I figured my life was nothing to shout about anymore. Humans are so very interesting if not totally disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest obsessions include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicisimo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/lc-jeans-overthekneeboots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chicisimo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/lc-jeans-overthekneeboots.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bouzu.es/mobile/img/plato5/plato2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bouzu.es/mobile/img/plato5/plato2.jpg" border="0" height="84" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sl37IT-7JNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wcUqZK5T1y0/s1600-h/whoselineisit3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sl37IT-7JNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wcUqZK5T1y0/s200/whoselineisit3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://philwickham.com/wp-content/themes/philwickham_v3.0.0/images/sing-cover-flat-500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://philwickham.com/wp-content/themes/philwickham_v3.0.0/images/sing-cover-flat-500.jpg" border="0" height="96" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blazer"&gt;blazers&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fashion_blog"&gt;fashion blogs&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yukimi_daifuku"&gt;yukimi daifuku&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whose_line_is_it_anyway"&gt;whose line is it anyway?&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fringe_%28TV_series%29"&gt;fringe&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://philwickham.com/singalong/"&gt;phil wickham - singalong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you may still not know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i have deep philosophical talks with my siblings frequently (yes, all of them are &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; intelligent)&lt;br /&gt;- i would like to learn how to make my own clothes &amp;amp; shoes&lt;br /&gt;- i think music gets irritating after you listen to it too much but is absolutely lovely after a long absence&lt;br /&gt;- my ipod touch has now become a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; integral part of my life (&lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; integral in fact..)&lt;br /&gt;- i could literally people-watch for hours on end (i like to pick out and name the expensive pieces they're wearing)&lt;br /&gt;- i think fashion is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known." -Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Something my pastor said last Sunday really struck a chord in me. Actually a lot of the things he said did but I'm only going to mention the one. "Do not confuse unity with uniformity." It's so profound. Don't complain you can't work with this person or that person. Don't expect everyone to be like you. Embrace diversity. Love that people are different from one another. In the end, everyone does have something unique to bring to the table. Do not confuse unity with uniformity. My pastor really has the best sermons ever. Practical and convicting, just the way I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8700268710876250992?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8700268710876250992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8700268710876250992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8700268710876250992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8700268710876250992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/07/shitty.html' title='Shitty.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sl37IT-7JNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wcUqZK5T1y0/s72-c/whoselineisit3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-64923781610719608</id><published>2009-06-07T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:15:59.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Again? No Way (In Hell).</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;ac Efron's a pretty good actor when he's not singing at the same time. "17 Again" is hilarious enough to be worth the watch. Catch it before it leaves cinemas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/02/zac-efron-17-again-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/02/zac-efron-17-again-movie-poster.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; definitely wouldn't want to redo my seventeenth year all over again. It's not going great so far. We'll see... Time to remove my lovely purple polish again! Tomorrow there's school and I'm so dreading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-64923781610719608?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/64923781610719608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=64923781610719608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/64923781610719608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/64923781610719608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/06/17-again-no-way-in-hell.html' title='17 Again? No Way (In Hell).'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8259445106993889055</id><published>2009-06-05T21:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:58:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Planet Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ingapore. Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t was a little claustrophobic at first. (Like Joshua said, they build up because they have no space.) Then it got better when I realized there were no creepy Malay guys staring at me. Wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;or the entire duration of the trip I had an overwhelming feeling of safety. If you're a guy you wouldn't understand. Malaysia is a very scary place for girls. Not attracting any attention has become a skillful art in my possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had quite a few “I told you so” moments in which my dad got really pissed and basically ruined our moods for hours. Anyway, it’s normal; happens every single time the Kong family ventures out of their home, when they are prone to losing wallets, phones, and messing up. (Daniel lost his phone + I think this trip has been the most disastrous ever in terms of misplaced items/almost misplaced items.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, at least I can honestly sing along to the YMCA song, now that I’ve stayed in one of their numerous establishments stationed across the globe. Though I never want to stay in the one I went to again because firstly, the cleaning ladies there put your stuff back in places they don’t belong and make you think you lost your things (not once, not twice, but numerous freaking times!), and secondly, they walk in on you when you’re changing with the excuse of “Oh, sorry! I thought you already checked out. I’m just looking for something I lost.” It’s like, stop explaining yourself already! I’m half naked, GET OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; did the most walking I’ve ever done in my life down in SG. Josh and I visited almost all the malls. I’m talking close to thirty malls (no exaggeration) and we never even took a taxi once. We took the MRT a few times but the rest was just plain feet-blistering, calve-aching, old-fashioned walking. I have around six blisters right now. One’s infected and I might die but who cares, the shopping was fun! I bought lots of things for myself. Nothing for you, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast but most definitely not least, watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GLEE&lt;/span&gt;. Fox’s new comedy musical TV series just dropped its pilot episode and it is nothing short of awesome. Way better than any HSM crap that was made and ever will be made. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gleeblog.com/wp-content/gallery/posters/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gleeblog.com/wp-content/gallery/posters/01.jpg" border="0" width="308" height="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gleeblog.com/wp-content/gallery/posters/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gleeblog.com/wp-content/gallery/posters/14.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wn0-WjFvvYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wn0-WjFvvYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8259445106993889055?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8259445106993889055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8259445106993889055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8259445106993889055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8259445106993889055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-planet-earth.html' title='Back to Planet Earth'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4015448216850371365</id><published>2009-05-28T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:16:56.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Friends and Stupid Singapore Trips</title><content type='html'>You know how I always say I'm a terrible friend? I say it because I really am. I'm not the type that remembers birthdays, goes out of their way to buy presents, or keeps in touch if you fly away to another country. I've struggled to do all of the above almost my &lt;i&gt;entire life&lt;/i&gt;, because if I didn't the person would feel offended and blah blah blah BLAH. Pfft. I don't really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;1) If you didn't get me anything for my birthday, I'm definitely not gonna feel obliged to go along with the crowd (peer pressure and all that) and get you a present.&lt;br /&gt;2) Presents/gifts are seriously overrated, and people shouldn't get offended because it's totally the other person's RIGHT to either get you something or not.&lt;br /&gt;3) If you're currently in another country and I haven't contacted you, it's because &lt;i&gt;I don't do snail mail&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;I avoid MSN and Facebook like the plague&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;I'm a lazy ass&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4) I told you. I'm a &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;5) People are annoying. Even &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt; at one point regretted making man. I totally agree with him. He should have NEVER made ANY of us. I'm so happy the fifth Kong never made it into this world. So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting less interesting by the &lt;i&gt;minute&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing any interest I had before in &lt;i&gt;living&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in all seriousness, it's not depression or anything. I just.. even as I was walking home today, in my head I almost came to the conclusion that life on earth, in Christ, etc. has no meaning or purpose whatsoever. Then I realized I'd better stop thinking before I backslide or something. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, people nowadays have so many things to worry about- so many things to do. They're so busy with their jobs and appearances that they never slow down and look at the big picture. What on earth am I here for? Why am I walking home right now? Why am I going to school tomorrow? What is the ultimate purpose in all this? Is it to be remembered by one and all? I don't want &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. Yeesh, I don't really want much of anything right now. I don't want to go to Singapore. I'm not excited. I wish I was still five and innocent. I don't believe in the whole "we learn from our trials and it's essentially good for us" theory. God &lt;i&gt;meant&lt;/i&gt; the world to have no sin in it whatsoever. Which &lt;i&gt;means&lt;/i&gt;, we're actually &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; supposed to have any trials. But why do we have them now? Because the first stupid man and the first stupid woman made some stupid mistakes and screwed it up for the rest of us. Hah. What a joke. In almost every single movie I watch, there we are- destroying each other. Killing each other, with words, swords, bombs, and every other weapon imaginable- visible and invisible. Hurting each other, murdering each other over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, I'm so, so screwed up. You have no idea the state my mind is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better stop now. Sorry if you read all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4015448216850371365?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4015448216850371365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4015448216850371365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4015448216850371365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4015448216850371365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/05/terrible-friends-and-stupid-singapore.html' title='Terrible Friends and Stupid Singapore Trips'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1270509457876378496</id><published>2009-05-20T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:01:05.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love isn't the real battlefield. Life is.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of my parents. Just so, so sick of them. I don't think I even love them anymore. I guess I'll know when they get into a car accident or something. But right now, I'm thinking I would just leave my mum or my dad lying on the road. You know, walk away and never look back. If they survived, they'd probably kill me but.. what's left to kill? I feel like a shell. There's nothing left in here, nothing more to give, no new experiences to share.... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the emo I have for today. Come back tomorrow if you still want to read my crap. I guess you do.. all that about you being my friend and all. Sheesh. Life goes on, and there ain't nothin' you can do about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I post this? Do I even want to? It's just another one of those rants. I guess I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and please download the new super-catchy song from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobra_starship"&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/a&gt; featuring the one and only &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leighton_Meester"&gt;Leighton Meester&lt;/a&gt; (Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl). Yes, she sings. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/68/Good_Girls_Go_Bad_-_Cobra_Starship_-_Cover_artwork.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/68/Good_Girls_Go_Bad_-_Cobra_Starship_-_Cover_artwork.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mnt5mjnifzf"&gt;GOOD GIRLS GO BAD&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/5485836745449797452-1270509457876378496?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1270509457876378496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1270509457876378496' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1270509457876378496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1270509457876378496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-isnt-real-battlefield-life-is.html' title='Love isn&apos;t the real battlefield. Life is.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-5363349403791124048</id><published>2009-04-28T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:54:27.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-discovery?</title><content type='html'>Lulz...guess what I found out about myself today? Drumroll, please! *suspense*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NO LONGER ENJOY TALKING ABOUT BOYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that when girls talk about guys, it always ends up in any one of these three categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They want to brag about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this guy&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that guy&lt;/span&gt; lavishing them with attention in any way, be it in a friendly way, a stalker-ish way, a romantic way, a crazy way, etc, etc. (They usually do it nonchalantly to make it seem like they don't care. When they actually do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They want to discuss the usual "who's the hottest guy" deal, whether it be the hottest guy in school, church, or even Hollywood, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ... Or they just want to talk about sex-related stuff. =.=||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realized.. that I don't care. About any of those things mostly. I don't care enough to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to talk about these things mainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*switches subject abruptly* On another note, aren't Malaysians just so creative with their wireless networks' names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sfbfr1oiazI/AAAAAAAAANw/pbx2TazDHto/s1600-h/KISS_MY_ASS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sfbfr1oiazI/AAAAAAAAANw/pbx2TazDHto/s400/KISS_MY_ASS.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329693153264036658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[iPod touch screenshot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-5363349403791124048?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5363349403791124048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=5363349403791124048' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5363349403791124048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5363349403791124048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-discovery.html' title='Self-discovery?'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/Sfbfr1oiazI/AAAAAAAAANw/pbx2TazDHto/s72-c/KISS_MY_ASS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6188164276822206337</id><published>2009-04-27T22:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:48:49.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause the more that you try, the harder I'll fight, to say goodnight.</title><content type='html'>I've had medium-length hair for too long now that whenever it gets long, ...it gets irritating. I need a haircut!!!! Gahhh, stupid irritating annoying hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I manage to procrastinate this any further, here are the manicures I've been meaning to post up for ages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChx_tguI/AAAAAAAAANA/BEJ1L-hE4Gc/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChx_tguI/AAAAAAAAANA/BEJ1L-hE4Gc/s400/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379619674882786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXEqNBEOVI/AAAAAAAAANI/X_e4cOx_epQ/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXEqNBEOVI/AAAAAAAAANI/X_e4cOx_epQ/s400/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329381963390531922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXEqZHpX5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/RsitSCvYICc/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXEqZHpX5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/RsitSCvYICc/s400/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329381966639357842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This one's recent. I took it off yesterday. Glitter is such a pain to remove!! But isn't it awesome? It's the first time I've done something like this. :) Base coat, two coats of my first ever blue polish, two coats of clear glitter, and top coat. Not that you'll get any of that but, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXEqtl3eaI/AAAAAAAAANY/NJBoomODaRU/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXEqtl3eaI/AAAAAAAAANY/NJBoomODaRU/s400/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329381972134820258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my current pedicure. I've been on a glitter roll lately. Usually I only wear cremes (the polishes that aren't metallic or shimmery or anything, just pure lovely color). Glitter polishes remind me of when I was a little girl and didn't care as long as my nails were shinyyy. :D Haha, bringing out the inner child yet again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChW_jjlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KFaDJebCLsQ/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChW_jjlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KFaDJebCLsQ/s400/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379612426473042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChHbIREI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tpxjyGB5tVY/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChHbIREI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tpxjyGB5tVY/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379608247157826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Many thanks to Karlyn &amp;amp; Phoebe who were so thoughtful in getting me nail stuff for my birthday. It was a total surprise when I opened the wrapping paper back in January. Lols, and I still remember you guys wrote my age wrong on the note. Tsk, tsk. :) Haha, so these are the nail stickers they got me. I did this quite a while ago. No extra polish. Just a base coat, then the decals, and finally the top coat. No color. :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChpdY5eI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kgZ21s3oy4M/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChpdY5eI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kgZ21s3oy4M/s400/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379617383441890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChr6N01I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Bz3uwuqVnrU/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXChr6N01I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Bz3uwuqVnrU/s400/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379618041221970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pretty, sheer pink that looked so polished and/or refined when I had it on. Base coat, one coat of polish, then top coat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXErB-dxMI/AAAAAAAAANo/gwQiwB5VWAs/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfXErB-dxMI/AAAAAAAAANo/gwQiwB5VWAs/s400/Image074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329381977606702274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A not-so-recent attempt at a French. I can do it better now. :) But meh, time consuming!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;In case you gals were wondering... I own very few bottles of expensive polish, mainly I use the cheap ones (and they suck). I do nail art now and then but I'm still not very good at it. I'm still learning how to put polish on properly, still need to learn how to do a proper, full-blown manicure (I only know around half of the process). Plus you know.. I'm not ambidextrous, so that too. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a manicurist is right bang in the middle of my list of things I wanna do after homeschooling. One person has already laughed at me. Sigh. That hurt. I guess these are the kinds of jobs people look down on. But I don't care. As long as I'm happy, I don't care if all you doctors and lawyers wanna laugh at me. Go ahead. Just maybe.. you'll end up paying me money to do this. Who knows? Your future wife/girlfriend might love her monthly mani/pedi. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; paint my nails almost every weekend and take them off the night before Monday. Iz zo sad! I wish I could wear nail polish to school.... 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Well, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of us. I didn't take mine back until today. Don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know. Now my phone's even more scratched because it was in my mum's bag for a few days. =.=|| It's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jungle&lt;/span&gt; in there. Anyway, after we got our phones back (in the car after they picked us up from school) we headed straight over to Ikea, where my dad verbally abused their staff because of a faulty lamp they had bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__They (my parents) then proceeded to enter Ikea and buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; of their furniture after saying Ikea is rubbish about a thousand times. =.=|| =.=|| =.=|| I was actually tremendously depressed while all this was happening because I had started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking about things&lt;/span&gt; again. You all know how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; always ends up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__But it was fine 'cause later when we were at the cashier, Jared pushed me up and down one of Ikea's many long aisles in one of those huge, flat trolleys and then round and round till I was dizzy. That cheered me up. :) It was like a mini rollercoaster. Wheeee! I'm so doing that again the next time we go there. Which we're probably never going to do since after we came out of Ikea, my dad again announced that Ikea is total rubbish. I do not get them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Since everyone was hungry, we headed to The Curve to eat something- I ended up eating prawn mee for the fourth time that week. I don't mind! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it and could eat it every single day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for an entire month. Not a year though. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Naturally after having already visited the other two malls in the three-mall-connection, we went to Ikano Power Centre. That was when I heard the familiar strains of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ukulele"&gt;ukulele&lt;/a&gt;. (I adore the sounds that come out of this instrument. Sometimes I even like it better than the guitar. After the saxophone, the ukulele is my next fave instrument. :P) The next thing I saw was a woman sitting on the floor playing said instrument, plus a guy on her right with really cool dreadlocks playing a bongo. It sounded good. Then, oh! She started singing in Japanese. In my head I was going, too bad Jaryl isn't here to see this!! Sigh. Haha. Turns out they were the 'Bonyari Band', a group of Japanese musicians that backpack to various parts of Malaysia in order to play their unique music for others to enjoy. On this day in particular, they were playing for the &lt;a href="http://www.justlifeshop.com/earthday/"&gt;JustLife Earth Day Carnival&lt;/a&gt;. It's being held at Ikano from the 16th of April till the 26th. Go check it out if you have the time. They have some pretty cool stuff there. :)&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/POXYMO%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQaOjmiYlI/AAAAAAAAALw/IEOL8n9z4VA/s1600-h/web1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQaOjmiYlI/AAAAAAAAALw/IEOL8n9z4VA/s400/web1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328913096463508050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     __The first song I heard the Bonyari Band play was 'Kono Hoshi No Ue', and it was divine! The other songs were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; as I don't usually listen to their genre of music, but I liked the first one I heard the most. They performed three or four songs I think. The Bonyari Band is supposedly composed of five or six members but the only ones that were there were Sada and Kiko. I think they're husband and wife. (The woman's name is Kiko and the guy's name is Sada.) After they had finished performing one of their songs, a caucasian woman (which I think was their manager) came out with a little cupcake with candles stuck in it. Apparently it was Sada's birthday.. so everyone sang Happy Birthday for him. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Their album was for sale for RM10 and we got one. And after their little performance, Josh got their autographs. (Apparently, it was their first time giving autographs.) And it so happened that I had a green Sharpie marker I had just bought. Yeesh man, what a coincedence. Green Sharpie markers for Earth Day autographs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__In case you totally don't get anything I'm saying, I found another blog article about them performing there and you can read that. :) Click &lt;a href="http://mglacius.blogspot.com/2009/04/minor-photographic-updates.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If you still want some more info, click &lt;a href="http://www.junkonline.net/articles/667-Bonyari-Band--Palate-Palette-KL-26-Oct"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Here come the pictures, pictures, pictures.... (Josh took a video but I didn't upload it. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQeVtnIMjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EnkZG1gBjqQ/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQeVtnIMjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EnkZG1gBjqQ/s400/DSC01071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328917617455936050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Sada on the left, Kiko on the right. Kiko is prettyyy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQfMhZ_4EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8y6Lwe33ovM/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQfMhZ_4EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8y6Lwe33ovM/s400/Image046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328918559072444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The rest of the cover is.. um.. censored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQfMICoHzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iabTCiJaFlA/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQfMICoHzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iabTCiJaFlA/s400/Image043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328918552263532338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Starry scribbles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQfMd-3usI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ReEimZY6CqQ/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQfMd-3usI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ReEimZY6CqQ/s400/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328918558153358018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's a smiley!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQfMbEW49I/AAAAAAAAAMI/MSD45u_Pq2Y/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQfMbEW49I/AAAAAAAAAMI/MSD45u_Pq2Y/s400/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328918557371065298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Track No. 4 is my fave. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I may have left some stuff out + next post will be full of manicures. Skip it if you're a guy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2377898141470149165?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2377898141470149165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2377898141470149165' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2377898141470149165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2377898141470149165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-just-laziness.html' title='It&apos;s just laziness...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SfQaOjmiYlI/AAAAAAAAALw/IEOL8n9z4VA/s72-c/web1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2432652305109424062</id><published>2009-03-18T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:30:16.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2432652305109424062?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2432652305109424062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2432652305109424062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2432652305109424062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2432652305109424062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-277580182594345783</id><published>2009-03-11T00:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:37:20.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are, my heart's desire, and I have fallen to, the point of no return...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SbaWajYpK-I/AAAAAAAAALg/40SVpGNxS_A/s1600-h/appaplushieonevj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SbaWajYpK-I/AAAAAAAAALg/40SVpGNxS_A/s320/appaplushieonevj3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311598193449446370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am currently suffering from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avatar_the_last_airbender"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt; withdrawal symptoms. I wish there was a fourth season. *sob* To Jeremy, and anyone else currently watching the series, go slow!!!! Take your own sweet time and enjoy it. I rushed through all three seasons and now I have nothing left to watch. *more sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marley_%26_Me_%28film%29"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/a&gt; last Sunday and it really surprised me. Mostly because I thought it was going to be some ditzy chick flick and it wasn't. I love the reality in it. Best Hollywood film I've seen recently. And for the first time in my entire life, I saw a RAT (yes, that furry little disease-ridden thing) scurrying about in a cinema while watching a movie. My family and I had front row seats and everyone had their feet up! Funneee.... (I bet that rat was in perpetual heaven. FOOOOOD EVERYWHERE! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toothache is gone 'cause I visited the dentist today. Woo hoo! No more pain every time I eat or drink. I also passed my essay exam which is nice 'cause I don't need to redo it. :) Mind maps DO work. Except I forgot to organize mine so my points were all scattered. Hee. Gonna try organizing it next exam. Okay, I've bored you enough for now. I keep sleeping after midnight everyday, this is SO unhealthy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SbaV8Bm29AI/AAAAAAAAALY/wlm9M-deDiI/s1600-h/4558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SbaV8Bm29AI/AAAAAAAAALY/wlm9M-deDiI/s400/4558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311597668986188802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I leave with you some Marley &amp;amp; Me reviews lifted from Wiki I think are quite spot on... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I boldfaced some parts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger Ebert of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicago Sun-Times&lt;/span&gt; called the film "a cheerful family movie" and added, "Wilson and Aniston demonstrate why they are gifted comic actors. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They have a relationship that's not too sitcomish, not too sentimental, mostly smart and realistic&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen Gleiberman of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entertainment Weekly&lt;/span&gt; graded the film A-, calling it "the single most endearing and authentic movie about the human–canine connection in decades. As directed by David Frankel, though, it's also something more: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a disarmingly enjoyable, wholehearted comic vision of the happy messiness of family life&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Persall of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Petersburg Times&lt;/span&gt; graded the film B and commented, "Marley &amp;amp; Me practically leaps at viewers like a pound puppy seeking affection, and darn if it doesn't deserve some . . . Things could get mushier or sillier, but Frankel and screenwriters Scott Frank and Don Roos — who usually handle grittier material — decline to play the easy, crowd-pleasing game. Their faith in Grogan's simple tale of loyalty among people and pets is unique, and it pays off . . . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[It] isn't extraordinary cinema, but it relates to everyday people in the audience in a way that few movies do without being dull&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-277580182594345783?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/277580182594345783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=277580182594345783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/277580182594345783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/277580182594345783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-my-hearts-desire-and-i-have.html' title='You are, my heart&apos;s desire, and I have fallen to, the point of no return...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SbaWajYpK-I/AAAAAAAAALg/40SVpGNxS_A/s72-c/appaplushieonevj3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2483150402239309589</id><published>2009-03-07T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:01:04.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now the rain has gone...</title><content type='html'>Today, I went hiking! *trumpet starts to play triumphant music* And... I almost died. *music winds down to an abrupt stop* Haha! It was actually just trekking but you all know how UN-FIT I am. It turned out to be tons of fun though.. and it is WAY easier than the actual climbing of a hill. I did that in Lumut before, and believe me I REALLY died. There's still a half-dead piece of me lingering in the shadows back there. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, which FYI means by the way, Monday's a holiday!!! Wooo, really looking forward to that. School is getting rather.. shall we say, monotonous. OH, and remember how my dentist appointment got postponed because of my three idiot brothers? Well, now my tooth aches like nobody's business because I was supposed to have gone yesterday. Now I'll just have to toothache it all the way till Tuesday. Thanks a lot guys.. that was really nice. SIGH. Sometimes boys can be the most insensitive creatures on the face of this earth. Okay, enough about that. Enjoy your hols, people! Live it up this Monday. Haha, or at least do something remotely fun. :) Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard Colbie Caillat sing in French yet but want to, download this: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ozdovtymtou"&gt;Ces Petits Riens&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2483150402239309589?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2483150402239309589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2483150402239309589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2483150402239309589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2483150402239309589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-see-clearly-now-rain-has-gone.html' title='I can see clearly now the rain has gone...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8460871191595515158</id><published>2009-03-01T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:46:27.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The force-feeding of updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is basically the part where I tell you everything that's happened to me recently even if you don't remotely care. Hah. Okay, first off... I don't have my allowance anymore because I failed to sleep by ten and my parents are Nazis. Two, I bought a new pair of pants. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Golfing pants&lt;/span&gt;, to be exact. I think this is my third pair. Let me elaborate a little.... golfing pants are expensive, but FREAKISHLY comfortable. I don't think I ever wanna buy a different kind of pants again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also seem to be getting lots of pimples lately. As a matter of fact, I just popped one. xD I know it isn't good to pop 'em because you'll get scars and whatnot but I just can't resist. Hee. Popping pimples is GOOD OLD FASHIONED FUN. Anyway, a quick thanks to all the peeps who actually took the time to write &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;. :P It's a great start to world domination! Lol, I'm already getting ahead of myself. I'll see you in a few..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8460871191595515158?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8460871191595515158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8460871191595515158' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8460871191595515158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8460871191595515158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/03/force-feeding-of-updates.html' title='The force-feeding of updates!'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7265528222624301717</id><published>2009-02-28T17:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:46:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equations!</title><content type='html'>If...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Becoming a teenager = having more freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was never a teenager, and never will be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever get so frustrated that you just start banging your head on the wall? That's me, right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7265528222624301717?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7265528222624301717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7265528222624301717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7265528222624301717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7265528222624301717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/02/equations-again.html' title='Equations!'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-406720648518200215</id><published>2009-02-24T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:23:38.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands over my head, thinking what else could go wrong →</title><content type='html'>Before you say anything... yes, I realize I haven't blogged in a month. It's kind of refreshing. I actually have LOTS of other things to do. Work, for example. (No way in hell am I graduating at twenty!!!) Work, work, work harder! Yeah, trying to. Anyways, back to blogging. I'm thinking of making my blog private. Or at least, password-protected or SOMETHING. You see, I'm starting to hate the fact that my whole life is splayed out here for anyone and everyone to see. I know that most of the time that's exactly what a blog is for but I'm slowly tiring of it. Oh well, we shall see. On a side note, I keep getting pissed at a certain someone who thinks everyone likes him/her but is, in actual fact, someone whom everyone loathes. Sigh. Till next time! -Rachy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-406720648518200215?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/406720648518200215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=406720648518200215' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/406720648518200215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/406720648518200215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/02/hands-over-my-head-thinking-what-else.html' title='Hands over my head, thinking what else could go wrong →'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4290135963139003170</id><published>2009-01-26T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:48:43.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This song has a wonderful video...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more wonderful lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;br /&gt;A pretty flower in a vase&lt;br /&gt;A slipper by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;A cello lying in its case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she's down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Her morning elegance she wears&lt;br /&gt;The sound of water makes her dream&lt;br /&gt;Awoken by a cloud of steam&lt;br /&gt;She pours a daydream in a cup&lt;br /&gt;A spoon of sugar sweetens up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;With a thought she has caught&lt;br /&gt;By a thread&lt;br /&gt;She pays for the bread&lt;br /&gt;And she goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;br /&gt;A winter melody she plays&lt;br /&gt;The thunder makes her contemplate&lt;br /&gt;She hears a noise behind the gate&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a letter with a dove&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a stranger she could love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;With a thought she has caught&lt;br /&gt;By a thread&lt;br /&gt;She pays for the bread&lt;br /&gt;And she goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;Where the people are pleasantly strange&lt;br /&gt;And counting her change&lt;br /&gt;As she goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And has been used in this commercial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgNQ2tns0Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgNQ2tns0Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4290135963139003170?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4290135963139003170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4290135963139003170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4290135963139003170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4290135963139003170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/01/oren-lavie-her-morning-elegance.html' title='Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1072680596074183328</id><published>2009-01-24T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:01:06.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not D-Day, B-Day!</title><content type='html'>*starts singing* I am sixteen going on seventeen, waiting for life to start... *runs out of steam* Yeap. Anyways, I just wanted to get in a quick thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday today. You really made my day people! Thanks for the all the pressies, the hugs, the song at the end of the school day, etc. I had lots of fun today!!! Thank you to all those special people who managed to give me an extra special day. I'm so blessed to have such lovely friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT CNY EVERYONE!!!! See you guys soon..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1072680596074183328?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1072680596074183328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1072680596074183328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1072680596074183328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1072680596074183328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-d-day-b-day.html' title='Not D-Day, B-Day!'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1838474471372479682</id><published>2009-01-21T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:48:43.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real beauty shines from within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SXcT1ezG1TI/AAAAAAAAALA/2J3KWZXYGPU/s1600-h/l_50b5600a7fc8016ee231b54f8f464dcf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SXcT1ezG1TI/AAAAAAAAALA/2J3KWZXYGPU/s400/l_50b5600a7fc8016ee231b54f8f464dcf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293721696518722866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has some of the best lyrics I've heard in a while. Download it and give it a chance. (Even if you don't fancy this sort of music.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?5gjdjdinyjm"&gt;Keke Palmer - Skin Deep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you staring in the mirror for&lt;br /&gt;Telling yourself you're ugly&lt;br /&gt;What you wearing those high heels for&lt;br /&gt;When they're torturing your feet (you know they're killing you)&lt;br /&gt;Why you putting all that makeup on&lt;br /&gt;Hiding your pretty face (Uh uh)&lt;br /&gt;Blowing all your money in that salon&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find your place (no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world you fit in&lt;br /&gt;Or you're out and you're made&lt;br /&gt;To believe&lt;br /&gt;That this is what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Real beauty shines from within&lt;br /&gt;It's what you wearing under your skin&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect imperfections&lt;br /&gt;Led you in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;And made you think&lt;br /&gt;That you are incomplete&lt;br /&gt;But looks are only skin deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you flipping through the magazines&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be those girls (well, stop it)&lt;br /&gt;Getting all frustrated&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the end of the world (it's superficial)&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can't get into a size three&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful to me (beautiful to me)&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be Tyra's top model&lt;br /&gt;Girl go and find your own way to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world you fit in&lt;br /&gt;Or you're out and you're made&lt;br /&gt;To believe&lt;br /&gt;That this is what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Real beauty shines from within&lt;br /&gt;It's what you wearing under your skin&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect imperfections&lt;br /&gt;Led you in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;And made you think&lt;br /&gt;That you are incomplete&lt;br /&gt;But looks are only skin deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;To the boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;To the catwalk&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk&lt;br /&gt;About the way you walk&lt;br /&gt;But it's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;So if the girls talk,&lt;br /&gt;Watch you like a hawk&lt;br /&gt;They love to hate&lt;br /&gt;And they can't wait&lt;br /&gt;To get inside&lt;br /&gt;And make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Cry, cry, cry, cry&lt;br /&gt;Just let 'em know&lt;br /&gt;That you hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Now being you is not all wrong&lt;br /&gt;Do your thing&lt;br /&gt;Let your light shine&lt;br /&gt;They'll come around&lt;br /&gt;In God's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they don't&lt;br /&gt;Just let it be&lt;br /&gt;When they stop being shallow&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll see&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'm telling you (Come on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world you fit in&lt;br /&gt;Or you're out and you're made&lt;br /&gt;To believe&lt;br /&gt;That this is what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Real beauty shines from within&lt;br /&gt;It's what you wearing under your skin&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect imperfections&lt;br /&gt;Led you in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;And made you think&lt;br /&gt;That you are incomplete&lt;br /&gt;But looks are only skin deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1838474471372479682?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1838474471372479682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1838474471372479682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1838474471372479682'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4527860930819092551</id><published>2009-01-21T18:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:00:35.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the sun shuts down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SXcJU6fXXLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ohyS-UxUMBA/s1600-h/toilet20paper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SXcJU6fXXLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ohyS-UxUMBA/s200/toilet20paper.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293710141900151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, astounding isn't it? I'm doing another tag- and I'm not bored. I actually have a ton of things to do right now but weirdly, I feel like blogging. Dan told me he'd tagged me but now that I actually read his tag properly, he tagged... a bunch of random words. Gahh, his blog is so confusing. (It has an awesome header though. :D) Anyway, don't you want to read the dang thing already? Well, go right on ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even be with a person like that in the first place. But yes, I would mind. I would mind a lot. I hate smokers. Inconsiderate little pricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How about drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you like someone you can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and no. Though flattering, crushes create problems between people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lots&lt;/span&gt; of problems. Like for example, the person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; speaking to you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What's your favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. It's Saturday night, you're home alone... what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a How I Met Your Mother marathon and laugh like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know 'cause I've never been on one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. When's the perfect time to have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're thinking about getting married. That's ideal timing, but of course everything can't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely perfect&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dan, I think you're disgusting for saying Maggie Q!!) Christian Bale, Edward Norton, er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it happens to be a CNY dinner with my Chinese relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one. As long as the food's expensive and good, gulp it down I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren't attracted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never kissed anyone, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly, but whenever I start developing a crush, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt; it. Simple enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether they're good-looking or not. (Being honest here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Which do you prefer, Beach or Mountains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach. Preferably a clean one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a Nokia 6500 Slide. Don't do much with it though, beyond the camera. Got me trusty iPod touch for the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Computer or Laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laptop that will never overheat. Yesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Jeans or Sweats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweats, any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Which year(s) has/have been the best so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years when I didn't know life was going to be this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely seventeen years old. Oh, and that's the day after tomorrow too. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing two Math self tests, doing some Bible and H/G, cleaning my shoes, folding my laundry, and typing out an email. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; you I had things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What are your favorite TV shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck, House, How I Met Your Mother, and Life. Or rather those are the only good ones I ever have time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What's been your last purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, for -insert name-'s sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so. And it wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What do you do when you're at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I don't do when I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What is your favorite subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math. Nah, I'm just pulling your leg. I haven't got one. They're all awful. They remind me that I might graduate at the age of twenty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; something you want happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What's the best thing that happened ON you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deformed mermaid's tail made out of sand at camp last year? That's the only thing I can think of that's happened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What's the best thing that happened TO you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. Nothing can top &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag 10 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; on my blogroll? Are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; bored? Then this is just the tag for you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Tag, you're it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized my tag sucks. Never mind, since you read it already. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4527860930819092551?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4527860930819092551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4527860930819092551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4527860930819092551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4527860930819092551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-sun-shuts-down.html' title='If the sun shuts down...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SXcJU6fXXLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ohyS-UxUMBA/s72-c/toilet20paper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7980953645012967921</id><published>2009-01-14T22:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:19:46.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About a dream, we're awakening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ta-dah! I just changed the layout and I'm actually posting something. *grins* Please do let me know if I've left you out of my blogroll. I accidently deleted the whole dang thing in the middle of trying NOT to. =.=" You probably don't understand... Anyways, Camp Comm!!! We need to have a meeting soon. And talk about stuff OTHER than eating, and crapping, and nonsensical things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the hols, I stole this photo of some skates and did things to it. Hee~ Aren't we all sick of those cheesy Converse pics yet? I know I am. Skates FTW! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SW3zwxBzC9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/w2xH9sB_gms/s1600-h/Sick+of+Converse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SW3zwxBzC9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/w2xH9sB_gms/s400/Sick+of+Converse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291153156350348242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7980953645012967921?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7980953645012967921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7980953645012967921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7980953645012967921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7980953645012967921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-dream-were-awakening.html' title='About a dream, we&apos;re awakening...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SW3zwxBzC9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/w2xH9sB_gms/s72-c/Sick+of+Converse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-1018462973343745074</id><published>2008-12-25T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:28:28.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahahaha!</title><content type='html'>This is Her wonderful brother! Daniel.... found her logged in here. :D&lt;br /&gt;Woots! Hijacked!! Bwahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink!~Green!~Yellow!~Purple!~Red!~Blue!~Black!~Orange!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!! Ho...Ho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Happpppyyyyyyy!!! Newwwwww Yearrrrrrrrr'R'rrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy To The World!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Jareds in a towel!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-1018462973343745074?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1018462973343745074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=1018462973343745074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1018462973343745074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/1018462973343745074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/12/bwahahaha.html' title='Bwahahaha!'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-9004499387817303840</id><published>2008-12-21T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:37:20.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo-less Post (I HATE COMPAQ, HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT!!!)</title><content type='html'>It seems my blog has died and gone to heaven. :) No worries, I'm still here. Lots has happened during the hols and it's been exciting. The reason I haven't been blogging is partly because I have better things to do and partly because I've been having computer troubles. First my charger didn't work so we went and bought a new one, then my cable didn't work and the new charger spoilt. =.= So in the end, I got the charger replaced AGAIN 'cause it was still under warranty and I bought a new cable. (Basically, I'm on the verge of throwing away this Compaq CRAP. I've lost count of the number of problems this laptop has regurgitated over and over. This is my third charger so far and if this one spoils I'm gonna murder someone. Preferably the CEO of Compaq or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna say wow, Malaysian transportation just really... well, let's just say it's not that nice. Been taking public transport this entire hols except for a small fraction of time when my dad came back. Even then we were still taking public transport 'cause my dad prefers it to traffic jams. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time spent with my family when my dad came back is basically summed up in one word- SHOPPING. From morning to night, almost every single day!!! It was fun though. Pretending you're rich for a while is quite the refreshing change from usual everyday scrimping. I got lots of new things- from Qatar AND here. Dad brought back heaps of chocolate and candy plus &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adidas"&gt;Adidas&lt;/a&gt; shoes for Jared which, as it turns out, is cheaper here 'cause they're having sales. Haha. They're still special anyway- Adidas shoes from the Middle East. Lols. As for me, I got a purple &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pull_and_Bear"&gt;Pull and Bear&lt;/a&gt; tee which we found out is a little cheaper in Qatar than in the Pull and Bear store in Pavilion here. And while we were at Pavilion, I got ANOTHER Pull and Bear tee, but this time long-sleeved. So now I have two- one from here and one from there. :) Happee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad loves to shop. Seriously. We like follow him around everywhere while he picks out clothes for everyone and suggests stuff. If we say we don't want then he doesn't waste time and goes onto the next thing we need. Hee. Oops, I just realized I wasn't going to elaborate and now the post is um, approximately... four paragraphs long. =.= Yeah, I could go on and on and on and... on... and... on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't. Save it for next time yeah? (P.S. School is starting soon!!! *gasp* Nuooooooooooooo~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-9004499387817303840?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/9004499387817303840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=9004499387817303840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/9004499387817303840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/9004499387817303840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-less-post-i-hate-compaq-hate-it.html' title='Photo-less Post (I HATE COMPAQ, HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT!!!)'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-9024205516239736442</id><published>2008-12-02T10:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:48:57.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, you're it!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I got tagged. Of all things, I got tagged. (By &lt;a href="http://knackforcrap.blogspot.com/"&gt;this guy whose name starts with an M&lt;/a&gt;.) Lols, at one time I really hated tags 'cause they were all anyone in the Blogosphere was doing. But now, well if you have time it's fun. I usually do them when I have nothing else to do. :D Sorry, Matt. Yeah, so I don't really understand the instructions but who cares. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***** DISCLAIMER *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS BASED ON HOW I FEEL AT THIS CURRENT POINT OF TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***** DISCLAIMER *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove 1 question from below and add in a personal question, make it a total of 19 questions. Then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box or anyway that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is it that bothers you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm that is totally uncalled for and people who use it too much. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What is your most favorite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping/Window shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What kind of news do you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty/Fashion/Gossip [Yikes, I sound so bimbo-ish. xD BTW, don't read the next question if you're a guy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What is your ultimate wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I don't get my period while I'm at the Hilton next week. [Told you.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the romantic aspect of things you mean? Then NO. [I have an aversion to boys. It's been going strong for many years now. I need to get a "Boys Are Stupid" t-shirt. No offense to most of the guys I know. Note that I said MOST. &gt;.&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was the smartest person on earth, then maybe yes. But little old me? NO WAY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Are you afraid of pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But I can stand it. [I do however, have a strange fear of getting incurable diseases. *shudder*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming. I want to go swimming. [But unfortunately, I can't even swim in my own condo 'cause there are TONS of creepy Malay guys that will just stare at you if you're a girl. GAHH, I still want that t-shirt!!! :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If there's someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still looking at the romantic aspect of things, aren't we? Well, I used to be really brave and always tell the person that I had a crush on them. NOT KIDDING. But then I found out, IT DOESN'T FREAKING WORK. The stupid guy will just stop talking to you. So that was it. No more confessions for Rachy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What do you want to do right now but you can't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIMMING!!!!!!!!!!!! [Sigh. :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What is your 6 most passionate thing at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar mistakes galore. WHO WROTE THIS TAG?!! Anyway, my iPod Touch trumps all. You don't need to list six when you can have one of that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego. If the person has a huge ego. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn Mee, Prawn Mee, Prawn Mee, Prawn Mee, Prawn Mee, Prawn Mee!!!! [I hate eczema. Hmph.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have both if you don't mind! Haha, but of course if I had to choose, I'd pick happiness. [A life without laughter is no life at all.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Who are you thinking about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT! Strictly because I am copying each question, answering, then copying, then answering. So in the process, I keep reading his answers over and over again. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. How do you see yourself in 5 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, don't scare me! Hopefully, I'd have chosen a career path by then. 0.0 I keep changing and changing and changing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What is one thing you dislike about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one? Out of the many, many, many others? Okay then. Just to be very girl-with-low-self-esteem, I dislike my thighs. I think they're too huge. I would like slimmer thighs, thank you very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. How long did it take you to get over your first love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year to feel incredibly free, two years to stop wanting him, three to stop seeing him in my dreams, and four to totally not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Use one word to describe yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing. [LOL.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. ONLY when you're bored, okay? Only when you're bored. To make it fair, four guys and four girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ND&lt;br /&gt;Daryl&lt;br /&gt;Jerry&lt;br /&gt;Ju&lt;br /&gt;Queenie&lt;br /&gt;Sher&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe&lt;br /&gt;Mishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-9024205516239736442?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/9024205516239736442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=9024205516239736442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/9024205516239736442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/9024205516239736442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3232931003111423759</id><published>2008-12-01T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:36:48.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be random...</title><content type='html'>1) I absolutely ADORE Christmas music. Always have, always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My new addiction is online WINDOW shopping. Yes, I am that sad. It's gone from window shopping to ONLINE window shopping. (Josh keeps laughing at me. Grr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hardly use my laptop anymore. I'm so lazy to even switch it on!!! My iPod Touch has changed my life. I use it for everything and it has replaced my need to be on the computer 24/7. If I REALLY need to do something on the comp, I just hop on Josh's one. Easier, 'cause it's always on and all I have to do is switch on the monitor. Biggest con of owning a laptop? It always freaking OVERHEATS. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Doing your OWN laundry can be therapeutic I've found out. (This does not apply if you're doing your entire family's laundry and you have three brothers. *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My nail polish and bag fetishes have been with me since before puberty and they're never gonna go away!!! I wish I had tons of money so I could just buy and buy and buy and buy and buy MORE!!! Haha, I sound so incredibly greedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3232931003111423759?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3232931003111423759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3232931003111423759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3232931003111423759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3232931003111423759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-be-random.html' title='To be random...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7353440888563026057</id><published>2008-12-01T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:20:11.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Midnight</title><content type='html'>Lols, empty post at 12:14 AM. I was actually going to say that it's finally CHRISTMAS MONTH. Woot! Let the shopping and present-giving and memory-making begin!! Or wait, that probably already started last month. Pfft, whatever. Anyway, at midnight my iPod's battery died while I was surfing the net so that's why my post was empty. &gt;.&gt; *inserts random shoutout* MY IPOD TOUCH ROCKS, IT JUST ROCKS. Yeah, so moving on... I was pigging out at midnight. T_T SO not good for my health. I ate chocolate, meringues, and sushi. (Weird combo, I know. 0.0) Well, after a good night's sleep, it's still Monday, the first of December. =.= And we (collectively me and my siblings) have Math tuition today!!! I have no idea where my homework went.... Oh, and I forgot to mention that last Saturday Josh and I accompanied Jeremy and his friend, Lavina (I just know I'm misspelling this.. T.T) to the ONE LIFE REVOLUTION exhibition.... thing. Yeah, it was good. I went in two times, the first story wasn't that touching, the second one was better. Sorry!!! I don't know why I'm not sensitive all of a sudden... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be though 'cause I think I'm PMS-ing. Ahhh, that's besides the point. We all got t-shirts except Josh, he got flip flops. :D I think Jeremy and Lavina sponsored a child. Yeah, they did. Awesome. Josh and I, on the other hand, were too broke. Plus we didn't have a credit card. I think you need a credit card. Ah anyways, I was too lazy to break this thing into paragraphs so bleed your eyes out. xD Happy very early Christmas to all of you. I hope this year will be a memorable one. Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7353440888563026057?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7353440888563026057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7353440888563026057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7353440888563026057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7353440888563026057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-midnight.html' title='Merry Midnight'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-8496512808839245922</id><published>2008-12-01T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:14:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-8496512808839245922?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8496512808839245922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=8496512808839245922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8496512808839245922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/8496512808839245922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-4124779297039285150</id><published>2008-11-28T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:02:39.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From my iPod Touch to you...</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is being typed out on my beloved little handheld and I just wanted to mention that karaoke was MAD FUN!!! I want to go again!! Again, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I know why people pay money to go sing in an air-conditioned, soundproof room with a bunch of friends. It is simply... just so awesome. xD I laughed till my cheeks hurt so bad! Lols.. Can't wait to see those pics!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-4124779297039285150?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/4124779297039285150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=4124779297039285150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4124779297039285150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/4124779297039285150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-my-ipod-touch-to-you.html' title='From my iPod Touch to you...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7054668447722951953</id><published>2008-11-21T10:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:28:16.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook-style: Rachy is... currently hungry for some breakfast! :)</title><content type='html'>Since I am so open about my pessimistic-ness, I shall rant about yet another one of my pet peeves. I DISLIKE STALKER SALES ASSISTANTS. I don't really like shopping with other people around because they just delay and distract me. I get my shopping done faster when I'm alone and can do whatever I want. (However, window shopping with others is fine. I love window shopping, be it with friends, family, or just myself. It's therapeutic. IF the space is not totally crowded and hard to move around in.) Right, where was I? Oh yes, THE STALKER SALES ASSISTANTS. You know those ones that follow you around from the second you walk into the store? I find &lt;strike&gt;it&lt;/strike&gt; them a bother. I can't shop properly with someone breathing down my neck, can I?! I try to lose them sometimes. LOL. Playing Hide &amp;amp; Seek + Tag in a girly store. REAL mature, man. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So, what I want to know is, HOW DO YOU GET RID OF THESE PEOPLE?!! Telling them to stop stalking me would be rude IMO. But then again, would they really mind? Also, they think they're being helpful, but they're not. If I want help I can just go find someone and ask them. I know, I know, them being right there will save you the trouble of walking to go find somebody but I DON'T CARE! I'm not some kind of aunty who can't get up off her butt just to exercise a little! Yeesh. Okay, I'm getting annoyed by just writing about it. :P Better stop now. Sorry to all you aunties out there. Didn't mean to offend you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The Fruits of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Haha, I still have it locked in my brain! I memorized that from a song when I was younger. I also still can recite all sixty-six books of the Bible in order, New Testament and Old. And that's from another song too. It seems I have this inbuilt memorizer for songs. After a few listens, I know all the lyrics. And it just stays there, locked in my brain, FOREVER. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Don't forget to comment and help me in my dilemma! ;D Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7054668447722951953?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7054668447722951953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7054668447722951953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7054668447722951953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7054668447722951953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-style-rachy-is-currently.html' title='Facebook-style: Rachy is... currently hungry for some breakfast! :)'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-2987995616008110283</id><published>2008-11-20T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:12:36.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols and Lols</title><content type='html'>I find it irritating when people sing the wrong lyrics to songs. And when they use wrong grammar, too. I have this insatiable innate need to correct them and then THEY in turn find ME irritating. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a whole load of Math tuition homework to finish but the good news is, MATH IS NOW EASIER FOR ME. Awesome, man. Anyway, right now I'm supposed to be finishing my homework, then it's off to KLCC with my mum and later on we'll have to pick up my brothers from VBS. We might have dance practice after that, too. I have no idea. No details!! Someone provide me with details. Sigh. So, that's what's going to be happening today. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, what's been happening with you? Are you enjoying your hols? Leave some comments for once. Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-2987995616008110283?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2987995616008110283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=2987995616008110283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2987995616008110283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/2987995616008110283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/11/hols-and-lols.html' title='Hols and Lols'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-497233320802153331</id><published>2008-11-18T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:08:41.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates anyone?</title><content type='html'>I painted my toenails and ran out of credit. Sorry to the people who sms-ed me and didn't get a reply! Heh heh heh~ On a side note, I love the color of my pedicure. I might become a manicurist. Doing nails has been a hobby of mine since I was like, ten or twelve years old. On &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; side note, I got so bored at home that I'm actually doing schoolwork now. I still have Math tuition homework to finish as well. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh~ Aren't the hols so much fun? I feel like swimming. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-497233320802153331?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/497233320802153331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=497233320802153331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/497233320802153331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/497233320802153331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates-anyone.html' title='Updates anyone?'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3652644523331053453</id><published>2008-11-16T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:16:38.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Against The World</title><content type='html'>Looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; abandoned her blog... *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realized something. I no longer crave awards. Once upon a time, I did. But after so many years of wishful thinking, I have finally realized that it's just a piece of plastic. (Especially when you already know who the dang awards are gonna go to, year after year.) The one and only trophy I've ever gotten (not chosen by the supervisor 'cause it was Spelling Bee Runner-Up), now lies covered in dust at the bottom of my cupboard. Yes, it's nice to receive recognition and all that jazz, but behind the scenes work is still the best! For me, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most panicked moment of Awards Night IMO, was when Julian was silently shouting at me to get that stupid, lone amp off the stage. LOL. (It's like, what's it doing there?!! Get it off!!!) There were other panicked moments but I think in all the excitement, I forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard some of the parents' comments (on the organized aspect of things) and they were good. Props to Sher-Mayne for getting everything together. Special thanks to my goons (Daniel Kong &amp;amp; Michelle Lu), you were a GREAT help. What would I have done without you?! And to JO, no worries~ you're forgiven. Yeesh man, next time just wear the damn headset. Lols. Not my fault you guys were fumbling around when it was time to serve dinner. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3652644523331053453?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3652644523331053453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3652644523331053453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3652644523331053453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3652644523331053453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/11/us-against-world.html' title='Us Against The World'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3652303490943508744</id><published>2008-11-03T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:35:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You look so tasty, I could eat you up alive~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sauce fetish. Lols. Okay, so it's not some big secret or anything. But it is kind of weird. o.O I like sauces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal people, well, they take a french fry and dip it into their ketchup/chili sauce ever so slightly and that's the last time that that same fry goes in. Me? I dig the fry in, give it a whirl, and take away a huge glop of sauce with it. Aha, and I double dip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.ec21.com/image/heinz/oimg_3_4/Yellow_Mustard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.ec21.com/image/heinz/oimg_3_4/Yellow_Mustard.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 246px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CONSUME WAY MORE SAUCE THAN EVERYONE ELSE!!! 0.0 Don't look at me like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My absolute faves are Mint sauce, Tartar sauce, Mustard, Chili, and most recently Salsa. I can consume each and every one of the above on its own. Literally. I can sit down there with a bottle of any of those and eat, and eat, and eat. Or drink. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La La La La La~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confession over. :) At ease!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-3652303490943508744?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3652303490943508744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3652303490943508744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3652303490943508744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3652303490943508744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-look-so-tasty-i-could-eat-you-up.html' title='You look so tasty, I could eat you up alive~'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7780980876621448404</id><published>2008-11-02T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:28:35.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're down, and you're out...</title><content type='html'>When I get depressed, I'm not in the mood to be made fun of. It just isn't funny when you're down in the dumps. Anyone should know that. So if you see your friend being a little gloomy, please don't start a conversation with, "Eh loser, why you go and do that?" There's a reason why the word "tact" is in the dictionary. Heard of it yet? Sorry if I offended anyone today by brushing them off. I was not having a good one. Thanks, and sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are blue,&lt;br /&gt;Every word cuts deep,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it wasn't meant to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next dance practice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7780980876621448404?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7780980876621448404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7780980876621448404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7780980876621448404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7780980876621448404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-youre-down-and-youre-out.html' title='When you&apos;re down, and you&apos;re out...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6984567184310074379</id><published>2008-11-01T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:53:09.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She got her own thing...</title><content type='html'>I was having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I was standing in the middle of a mall singing Bad Day by Daniel Powter.&lt;br /&gt;(Subconsciously, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;Then a random little boy smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly began to feel lifted.&lt;br /&gt;And that was the second time in a month that a little kid made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those little samples you get in supermarkets? Well, today I tried organic spaghetti. Dan tried it too, but only because one of the flavors was named Basil. (He even took the liberty of telling the salesgirl that his friend’s name was Basil.) I tried the Chili. Dan said his sucked but mine was okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to go swimming now. I haven’t done that in quite a while. Any exercise I get always consists of just walking to and fro from school everyday. :( Okay, set! The next time peeps come over, we’re going swimming!!! (IF there are no creepy Malay guys loitering or especially swimming there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never had to grow up. Being blissfully ignorant wasn’t so bad. It’s way better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till teenagers think their parents totally get them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-6984567184310074379?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6984567184310074379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=6984567184310074379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6984567184310074379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6984567184310074379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/11/listening-to-miss-independent-by-ne-yo.html' title='She got her own thing...'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-5866299343153353918</id><published>2008-10-31T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:01:43.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumdeedeedum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQpK1k-4TuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yOQm5tHoBrQ/s1600-h/Anonymous+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQpK1k-4TuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yOQm5tHoBrQ/s400/Anonymous+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263101398856781538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this is weird. It's 7:50 in the morning and I'm blogging. Lol, I have to get dressed and everything by 8:30, then walk over to school. I still have until 8:00 so, here goes. There's spelling bee today!!! I wonder why they call it that? Spelling BEE? Why bee?? Anyway, yesterday I was helping my brother study his spelling. Well, actually I was helping them ALL study. The Junior words are so easy!!! T.T I want to do their spelling bee instead. Haha. Josh is pretty serious about this. 0.0 If you've seen Karlyn's blog you would know. I'm surprised... but it's a good thing. Hardworking Abu!!!! Now, that's a first. ;) Jared's not so bad either. He's memorized mostly everything but it's just that he keeps telling me the correct meaning for the WRONG word. It's so funny!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time butterflies hit our stomachs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-5866299343153353918?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5866299343153353918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=5866299343153353918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5866299343153353918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5866299343153353918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/dumdeedeedum.html' title='Dumdeedeedum'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQpK1k-4TuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yOQm5tHoBrQ/s72-c/Anonymous+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-6088840986827580363</id><published>2008-10-23T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:14:01.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird.</title><content type='html'>Essay exams make me blog more. It's true! They are curiously starting to make me like writing - just for the pleasure of it. Weird. In addition to that, I think my English is improving. Correct me if I'm wrong. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the large amounts of stress and anxiety that essay exams put on me but I think I prefer the takeaway ones like we had the last round. You see, I get to put in a little bit more effort as well as some of my computer skills to work! :) I very much prefer typing as opposed to writing with a pencil. It's much, much faster. Plus, you get to backspace. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-6088840986827580363?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6088840986827580363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=6088840986827580363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6088840986827580363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/6088840986827580363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird.html' title='Weird.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-88388327686809332</id><published>2008-10-23T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:48:42.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You need to listen. Like, really LISTEN.</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to mah brain dead blog! Would you like some chocolate chips with that, sir/madam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first order of business, EVERYONE IS ILL. &gt;_&gt; Seriously man, this is some bug. Who hasn't gotten sick yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of all this being sick business, I did more schoolwork yesterday and today. There was no one to talk to! T.T I mean, come on! There was a total of only ten people in school today. Ten! It was kind of depressing. But it got better, I cheered up during dance practice. With these kinds of people, how can you not? *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, funny tidbit time! Dan talks gibberish when he's very ill. The last time it happened, he kept telling himself he was sixteen and nearly pee-ed all over me. NOT kidding. &gt;.&lt; Well, now he has a really bad high fever and my mum said he talked gibberish last night. Darn, I missed the show! Every time it happens, I end up laughing my butt off in his face and he has no idea 'cause the next day he forgets whatever happened. Still NOT kidding. Ahahahahaha, yeah it's good fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Download this song. Really. It is what's been keeping me alive these past few days. And I wouldn't post it on my blog if it wasn't good. Ingrid is currently touring with Jason Mraz as his opening act and he helps her perform this song all the time. YouTube it! :) Happy days~ (But uh, if you're the kind of person who listens to the first five seconds of a song and decides right then and there whether it's good or not, don't even bother. GET OFF MY BLOG AND NEVER COME BACK EVER AGAIN. 'Kay? Mmkay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQBVsBiswwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KlLkbk6YPg0/s1600-h/ingrid-michaelson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQBVsBiswwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KlLkbk6YPg0/s400/ingrid-michaelson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260298579585319682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty, isn't she? I think so. And her voice is even prettier. Take a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?qw1znwtlazr"&gt;Ingrid Michaelson - You And I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry there my honey&lt;br /&gt;We might not have any money&lt;br /&gt;But we've got our love to pay the bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I think you're cute and funny&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France&lt;br /&gt;Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance&lt;br /&gt;Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants&lt;br /&gt;From way up there&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-88388327686809332?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/88388327686809332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=88388327686809332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/88388327686809332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/88388327686809332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-need-to-listen-like-really-listen.html' title='You need to listen. Like, really LISTEN.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQBVsBiswwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KlLkbk6YPg0/s72-c/ingrid-michaelson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-9164214227514497436</id><published>2008-10-17T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:21:04.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not To Care</title><content type='html'>You've never seen crazy till you've seen Basil, Daniel, and David go high together. I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Basil:&lt;br /&gt;   You know why we're high? You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Rachel:&lt;br /&gt;   Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Basil:&lt;br /&gt;   'Cause we're on the tenth floor. *bursts out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;   We're high on altitude! *bursts out laughing too*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Basil:&lt;br /&gt;   *goes out to the balcony and shouts* We're high!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;   *imitates Basil* On altitude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   David:&lt;br /&gt;   *tries to go out to the balcony but trips and hurts his foot* Ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Rachel:&lt;br /&gt;   *laughing too hard to speak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Basil:&lt;br /&gt;   We're high 'cause we're high up and we're gonna eat High 5 bread and give each other high fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;   *high fives Basil* Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Rachel:&lt;br /&gt;   *dies* Lameness overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPieyAis9KI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qe0tBy3B9l0/s1600-h/freaky3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPieyAis9KI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qe0tBy3B9l0/s320/freaky3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258127146931254434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(All this time Josh and Tim have been shouting at them to shut up. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Boys are funny. And lots of fun. BTW, I beat all the boys at poker tonight. Wahahahaha~ Yeap, wait till the next time Bear. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I spent the day with six guys. It's kinda nice not to care. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Illustration by Jared Kong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-9164214227514497436?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/9164214227514497436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=9164214227514497436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/9164214227514497436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/9164214227514497436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-to-care.html' title='Not To Care'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPieyAis9KI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qe0tBy3B9l0/s72-c/freaky3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-3611192246914417746</id><published>2008-10-14T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:59:37.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A full moon and an essay.</title><content type='html'>I was just getting ready for bed and hanging my pants on my window grill to dry when I decided to open the grill and look out. And fortunately, up too. It's a beautiful full moon. That instantly made my day. Or what was left of it. o.o One of the descriptive essays we had to do for Sher-Mayne was about something that we think is beautiful. I did mine about the sky. No matter where you are, who you are, or what you are (o.O), the sky is always up there when you need it. You may be passing by a horrific crime scene but the sky would be up there, totally undisturbed and smiling down at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it could be raining. But heck, who doesn't like rain? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people. =.= (Including me sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture. See? *points* :) But it sucks. :( A mere picture (especially one like mine! &gt;.&gt;) could never do a full moon justice. You need to see it real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPSzTOssV3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/fq8FeZjvTZE/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPSzTOssV3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/fq8FeZjvTZE/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257023807992649586" 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/5485836745449797452-3611192246914417746?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3611192246914417746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=3611192246914417746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3611192246914417746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/3611192246914417746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/full-moon-and-essay.html' title='A full moon and an essay.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPSzTOssV3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/fq8FeZjvTZE/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-5560010686315278335</id><published>2008-10-14T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:53:44.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a toast, to you.</title><content type='html'>Here it comes- the first ever equation on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home = Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something close to it. Home sucks. Does anyone wanna trade parents? Haha, now everyone probably thinks I'm the meanest person on earth, the way I treat my family. And I am. A terrible person, to say the least. I think I'm despicable. I don't deserve to live. In spite of that, I just can't stand my parents. (This isn't an understatement. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; do not like my parents.) Everytime my mum starts talking, I wish that she had never been born. The key benefit in that? I wouldn't be here either. No chance of screwing up people's lives and causing them unecessary pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, about that. I've always wondered. How do you live a life with no regrets? 'Cause I have tons. And I really do mean tonnes! I remember each and every one specifically in my head. Most of them are related to how I've affected other people. How I have changed their lives one way or another. I regret all those stupid decisions I made back then that hurt them, caused them pain, and made them suffer. A few of them are really bad. I don't even talk to those people anymore. I wish I still did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQBXpVxEgeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/03Hhih7xcNU/s1600-h/1080946_sad_silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQBXpVxEgeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/03Hhih7xcNU/s400/1080946_sad_silhouette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260300732497953250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, I think about how that applies to my family too. One day, (probably when she's long gone) I will regret shouting at my mother, and I'll regret not obeying my father. I know I will. But right now, it's just so hard. It is so, so, so hard. Especially when you're caged up like an animal with so many rules, you can't even keep track of them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is helping me in one way though. I pray more! Wanna know why? 'Cause I need help all the time. Whenever I pray, it's always for help in some kind of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's a toast, to you. May your life be far less complicated than mine." -The Parent Trap (1998)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-5560010686315278335?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5560010686315278335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=5560010686315278335' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5560010686315278335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/5560010686315278335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-toast-to-you.html' title='Here&apos;s a toast, to you.'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SQBXpVxEgeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/03Hhih7xcNU/s72-c/1080946_sad_silhouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485836745449797452.post-7689761815569668619</id><published>2008-10-13T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:32:56.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart's Hearts</title><content type='html'>I'm old enough to know better, but still too young to care. -Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my take on life will change when I turn seventeen. Who knows? Let's wait and see. 23rd January, 2009, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPMjOND1aGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KT9_T-ZXzfo/s1600-h/My+Heart%27s+Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPMjOND1aGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KT9_T-ZXzfo/s320/My+Heart%27s+Hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256583917002385506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being sick. And you can quote me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH.. everytime I feel better, I always end up getting worse. God, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff has been happening in school, eh? I missed so much already. How can I be sick at such a crucial time in the school year?!!?!?!! I'm pissed. *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got past my glorious PMS and now I'm onto a full week of bloody goodness. &gt;:[ I'm being awfully sarcastic today. I think it's the stupid weather. It's been raining cats and dogs. Now why would I go and say that? I love rain. Sometimes. Yeesh, look at me. My p/s is longer than my two-line post. I am officially cutting off your life here, sad little entry. Goodbye, fellow readers. I'll still be here the next time you're bored and have nothing else to do. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5485836745449797452-7689761815569668619?l=thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7689761815569668619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5485836745449797452&amp;postID=7689761815569668619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7689761815569668619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5485836745449797452/posts/default/7689761815569668619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriceofmyclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-hearts-hearts.html' title='My Heart&apos;s Hearts'/><author><name>Rachel Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987637912207760713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SxJDCNtTqtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-gS10Ixdc8/S220/Image241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE0e6aDRRbk/SPMjOND1aGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KT9_T-ZXzfo/s72-c/My+Heart%27s+Hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
