<?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-30839659</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:19:57.922+08:00</updated><category term='emo'/><category term='fun events'/><category term='better than random'/><category term='adorable-waste-your-time thingies'/><title type='text'>tis' the season to be jolly, drink sherry and become fat and merry! ;)</title><subtitle type='html'>my quirky whatchamacallits which are a product of my messed up playground like mind splashed against a simple backdrop. y quirky?? it sounds better than weird!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4071853389976792095</id><published>2008-09-11T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:23:07.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esotericaly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i have a new blog!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esotericaly.blogspot.com"&gt;www.esotericaly.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : James said i need to publicise!!! heh.&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/30839659-4071853389976792095?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4071853389976792095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4071853389976792095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4071853389976792095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4071853389976792095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/09/esotericaly.html' title='Esotericaly..'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6817704631715015962</id><published>2008-09-01T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:01:07.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>hey people. considering i'm leaving in exactly 23 days time, i think i might just start blogging. vent out all my frustrations and misery somewhere.. haha. nah, i think i just want a place where i can say the things i want to say without the embarassment. :) so yea.. wait for it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6817704631715015962?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6817704631715015962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6817704631715015962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6817704631715015962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6817704631715015962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/09/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-159923677344688719</id><published>2008-03-25T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:54:01.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wings are being mended as we speak</title><content type='html'>zomg the joys of having perfect internet connection again!!! no, my hostel has not upgraded their internet connection. i'm currently in Hospital Kepala Batas.. over the weekend i went on a little holiday with my friends to Batu Ferringhi. knowing the oh so clumsy me, i fell down and dislocated my shoulder. so basically i'm in the hospital recuperating and going for physiotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but all's not lost. thank God it happened on sunday night which means i got to make full use of my weekend. about 7 other friends and i stayed in Sri Sayang apartments on Saturday night, we actually went to the Island on Friday after good Friday's service which absolutely rocked thou i wish i was back in Kl to watch broken. but anyway we put up the night at a friend's house before leaving for BF on saturday afternoon. then we walked on the beach, wind in our hair, sand in between our toes and just laughing and soaking in the bliss-fullness of the moment. had tea by the beach which felt super good considering it had just rained a couple of hours before and the wind was still a wee bit chilly. thou the potong-ing part was that the sand was damp and sticky. i mean it was nice la but it would've been better if it hadn't rained cats and dogs. but oh well.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OMGGM we went to the nicest place to have dinner. if u guys ever head over to BF go along the beach near park Royal and you will find this really nice place called SUNSET BISTRO. it's absolutely perfect la. seriously. the food tastes good and it's reasonably priced. and BOY OH BOY the fact that it was next to the beach was AMAZING!!!! ha ha. headed over to Momo after that which was not bad considering the name of the club. heh. but zomg the amount of gay guys there were was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; shit i gtg. damn it. i'll continue soon enough. heh. bloody library's closing for lunch. ttyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i didn't dislocate my shoulder. o gpt shorlisted for the JPA's scholarship pendedahan kerjaya doktor. so YAy! :D and zomg i met an actual patient with gout and a dude who was HIV positive. talk bout being doctor-ied rite. anyhoo BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-159923677344688719?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/159923677344688719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=159923677344688719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/159923677344688719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/159923677344688719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-wings-are-being-mended-as-we-speak.html' title='my wings are being mended as we speak'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-3346638330865864418</id><published>2008-03-16T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now where's my other wing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9y4ZFfDA8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/qL_m4myhd7E/s1600-h/P3120187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178216412677866434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9y4ZFfDA8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/qL_m4myhd7E/s320/P3120187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm leaving in exactly 3 hours. but i'm leaving my house in one hour coz MAS needs you to check in an hour before takeoff. :( i'm gonna miss my house, my smelly room, my dog, my friends, my mum, my fam members, church, my bikini, my harry potter collection, my sci-fi looking radio, my bras etc. gosh. i wish i didn't have to leave. oh btw. the new post with the pics are 2 posts below this. dumb draft thingy only lets u update on the day u draft that post. ok i so totally dun understand what i just said but yea. it's back to Penang for me! so less updates i guess. hopefully not la but oh well. till next time. lots of love. muax&lt;/div&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/30839659-3346638330865864418?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3346638330865864418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=3346638330865864418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3346638330865864418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3346638330865864418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-wheres-my-other-wing.html' title='now where&apos;s my other wing?'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9y4ZFfDA8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/qL_m4myhd7E/s72-c/P3120187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7147887219836030610</id><published>2008-03-15T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:22:41.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when my world came crashing down</title><content type='html'>the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got straight As for SPM! *jumps around*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hung out with my high school friends whom i've missed so dearly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had J.Co donuts!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i went shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i bought a new book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've had loads of good food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i watched american idol! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have max brenner's. given to me by a very special someone ;) edit: aka drummer boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i took quite a few pictures &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm writing this post right after i saved the post i was supposed to post with loads of pictures coz i'm tired and i want to sleep. heh. i'll post that one up 2moro k? bye. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack: Melee - Built to last (courtesy of Soo XInghan!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEcky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7147887219836030610?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7147887219836030610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7147887219836030610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7147887219836030610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7147887219836030610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-my-world-came-crashing-down.html' title='when my world came crashing down'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6204997639956716692</id><published>2008-03-14T22:52:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:47.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have YOU seen my wings?</title><content type='html'>It feels so surreal that my week back home in oh so lovely Subang Jaya is already coming to an end. going back to penang is going to be bittersweet. shoot. i wish ACMS was in KL. i mean that would be soo perfect. i get to keep all these cool and lovely college friends and at the same time hang out with my high shool friends whom i miss soo dearly. the past few days have been spent reminiscing and catching up with all of them. which undeniably felt soo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway since we all made this "pact" to celebrate our results before actually getting them, some of us met up on Tuesday night. what was supposed to be a night in the 'hillpark' became a night in Laundry. there was the usual alcohol and stuff. ZOMG everyone needs to have their Strawberry N.Y Cheesecake coz it's that good. actually i think the Secret Recipe one's better la. but oh well.. it's pretty good too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178002351507833778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9v1tFfDA7I/AAAAAAAAApI/hp_dJdxk0uY/s320/P3110155.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;lim dao wei aka annoying best friend extraordinaire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177631137484440274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9qkFlfDAtI/AAAAAAAAAnY/AOjLm79VgWw/s320/P3110160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jon who was rempit hair and NIt who now walks like a penguin coz he has to wear a leg brace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177632017952735970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9qk41fDAuI/AAAAAAAAAng/8y_83IMcuM8/s320/P3110161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;zomg. this was when Jon ordered his flaming Lambo. babi. damn sad man. d flame never reached the bottom coz the waiter who looked like he was from Myanmar didn't know how to pour and the alcohol started spilling all over the place. needless to say it was an absolute waste of money and a COMPLETE disaster. ha ha. but oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as usual i was a cinderella with an extra hour put in. so i left early. the rest of the gang went to a bar in KL owned by one of our friends. and let's just say they had loads of bonding time and the ride of their lives! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well the next day, I went over to Lim's place in a dress to collect our results. that boy went completely berserk when he saw what i was wearing and started saying things that made me want to go home and change. and so he sent me home to change. PFFT. then we went to the coffeeshops near our houses before meeting part of the gang in Old Town. it was good seeing Ivan, Brenda n Gerard after so long. so yea. ooo i bought this Lipice colour gloss that has a really yummy watermelon taste! :D ok that was random but wth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177636007977353970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9qohFfDAvI/AAAAAAAAAno/gRe4y4OCwUA/s320/P3120162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the ever so cool rocker nithi. konon la. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177637133258785538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9qpilfDAwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/OMh81LHh7S4/s320/P3120163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yes i find it weird that there's a roxy sticker on his back window too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177982409974678290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vjkVfDAxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/TGW8kKNSRyQ/s320/P3120165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the QUITE handsome Lim Dao Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177982886716048162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vkAFfDAyI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LEeAIUJVEAQ/s320/P3120170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nit trying to release pre-resuls tension by singing along to The Darkness - love is only a feeling. that boy has been wearing that Malaysian Idle shirt since God knows when! ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway. we made our way to school and zomg walking into school was like stepping back in time. and boy it felt good. ha ha. it was nice to see everyone, rempit hair and all. the first teacher i saw was Pn Chong and being the oh so perfect model student that i am (heh) i went up to her to shake her hand n stuff. zomg she suddenly went " oh you ah. i saw your results. not bad ah! congrats" soo not the right thing to say to someone who's practically peeing in her pants due to the nervewrecking-ness of waiting for them to release the results. not to mention the fact that all my college friends were sms-ing me asking about my results WHILE telling me their ever so amazing results. 10 As here la. 11 As there la. zomg man. add that to the fact that my aunty called me at 9 sthin in the morning. the conversation was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: hi becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: hi aunty *insert name*. how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: eh take results d a nt? how many As?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ai yoo.. haven't taken yet la. on the way. school only releasing resluts at 11 sthin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: so late wan ah? make sure u call me once u get ur results u noe? this is my number ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ok then. i'll call u when.. *she hangs up phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup. tension gila. and my 15 year old cousin sms-ing me at 9 in the morning didn't help either. so back to the point. i mean dahlah they make us wait for them to release it. we had to line up to get our results somemore! HAIYO!!!! seriously. the wait was a bigger killer than the initial wait. and after what seemed like a lifetime of waiting, yes i know i'm a drama queen, it was my turn. *insert dramatic star-trek-like score* babi i kept going" teacher don't see my results ah. don't show me oso ah!" and i was basically taking and signing stuff with my eyes closed. until Pn leela and gang jumped to look at my results going "not bad wat". shit la. i was totally expecting a few Bs here and there. but THANK THE LORD i got straight As!!!! yay. obviously i started screaming my head off and zomg i saw Pn. Loy, my math teacher, who saw my results and started screaming her head off too! ha ha. how cool is my math teacher la?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i called my mum and told her my results to which she responded "oh really ah?! how many A1s? good good. eh i gtg la. bye" thanks mum. pft. ha ha. oh oh then i called another aunt. and our convo was as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: hi *insert aunt's name*. i got 10 As!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: SPM la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: oh yea hor. good good. how many A1s?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: umm. *insert number of A1s*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: oh *silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ha ha ha. oh. *silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please tell me that was super potong stim. ha ha. i have pictures! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vqUlfDAzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_UNhzon3hBs/s1600-h/P3120171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177989835973133106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vqUlfDAzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_UNhzon3hBs/s320/P3120171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gerard. who i thought got pretty good results except for that potong-ing one. OH WELL! i still love you GERARD NICHOLAES RAPHAEL TAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177991334916719426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vrr1fDA0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CTDYPS6Z91M/s320/P3120172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lim and the oh so hot Cheryl Ho. zomg if u thought she was hot in school, u should see her now! *jaw drops*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992228269917010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vsf1fDA1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/SdnQ2nJrwc4/s320/P3120174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the ever so nice Keith Loong. he went "eh becky. u look so short la" and then proceeded to bend a lil lower so i looked taller! didn't i tell u he was nice? zomg remember all those sunshine-filled, ice kacang-eating walks home on friday afternoons?! boy i miss those times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177993293421806434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vtd1fDA2I/AAAAAAAAAog/dEzpupSiZug/s320/P3120176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;sherry who still looks incredibly cute with Ivan and who gets horny when she's had J.D! ha ha. sorry i can't make it for ur party at Republic hunn. super potong stim la. PFFT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so. we resumed celebrations in Taipan of all places. strawberry fields to be exact. and we met quite a few ppl from USJ 13 and SU there! heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177995217567155058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vvN1fDA3I/AAAAAAAAAoo/I9nGfetIhxc/s320/P3120181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? WHY do i have camwhore friends?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177997193252111234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vxA1fDA4I/AAAAAAAAAow/VNVFuFWOxjM/s320/P3120180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the incredibly talented Timothy Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177998271288902546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vx_lfDA5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/-dsWhCQiuZE/s320/P3120182.JPG" border="0" /&gt; us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177998812454781858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9vyfFfDA6I/AAAAAAAAApA/9jgVUKQO7EQ/s320/P3120183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;them boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;us girls went home after that and the boys went over to Jian's place in Kota Kemuning to do whatever them boys do when they hang out. heh. later at night we went to Borneo Rainforest which serves pretty good and reasonably priced food. not to mention the really nice ambience. the only annoying part was the "techno" music infused with like a tribal beat which was oh so irritating! ha ha. and boy oh boy. there was this pretty amazing live band there who played all these pretty great songs that gave us a sense of nostalgia. ZOMG. then they started playing OAsis - Don't Look back in anger which pretty much opened a floodgate of memories. i was on the verge of tears when the potong-ingly finished the song early. PFFT. but i mean u could see that everyone missed high school la coz every toast we made was to high school experiences. DAMN IT. i miss high school and i'll never e able to listen to that song without thinking bout high school ever again! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;basically what i wanna say is i treasure all those fun memories in high school and the bad bitchy ones. and i miss every single one of u. i mean it's true when they say high school is the best time of your life and that the friends you make there can never ever be replaced! :D i just wanna say that i'm really proud of how far everyone has come so far regardless of what's printed on that dumb result slip. I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND I WOULDN'T TRADE ANY OF YOU FOR THE WORLD AND HECK I AIN'T ASHAMED TO SAY IT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;soundtrack: Oasis - don't look back in anger ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6204997639956716692?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6204997639956716692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6204997639956716692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6204997639956716692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6204997639956716692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you-seen-my-wings.html' title='have YOU seen my wings?'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9v1tFfDA7I/AAAAAAAAApI/hp_dJdxk0uY/s72-c/P3110155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6314733480182053056</id><published>2008-03-13T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:47.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when all this is done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9iaKVfDArI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gN0mXhtMpEM/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177057274019119794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9iaKVfDArI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gN0mXhtMpEM/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this picture prob describes the way i feel better than any words could. it feels like i'm stuck in this in-between world where i had to make my choice of worlds to live in. and once i chose this world that i'm living in right now, i can't help but just stand rigid or in this case,sit, and stare and wonder all the coulda-woulda-shouldas of the other world.but i can't help it. not when there was so much at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i know it seemed cold and emotionless. but u cannot begin to imagine the spectra of feelings i was feeling at that exact moment that was NOT driven by the alcohol. you will never know the effect you had/have on me. you were the one i believed in. the one i was finally serious about. the one i fell in love with. and to top it all off, you broke my "curse" remember?! my memories of this are bittersweet. more sweet than bitter thou. i remember how at one particular point in time i told this friend of mine that i believed with all my heart that you were my karma boy! oh and remember new year's eve in church and the events prior to that? :) i'll never forget. honestly i'm just being realistic bout all this. seriously. it kills me that i won't be there for you. you prob think it's a whole load of bull but i mean shit and life happens. maybe someday. and no. i won't forget the second chance thing in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone needs to tear me away from this before I crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Mandy Moore &amp;amp; Jonathan Foreman - Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6314733480182053056?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6314733480182053056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6314733480182053056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6314733480182053056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6314733480182053056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-all-this-is-done.html' title='when all this is done'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9iaKVfDArI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gN0mXhtMpEM/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6352725720220169558</id><published>2008-03-11T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:48.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i forgot to remember to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9Zv91fDAoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/PfwT4NoTZRQ/s1600-h/P3070100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176447929828967042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9Zv91fDAoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/PfwT4NoTZRQ/s320/P3070100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it just dawned on me that TOMORROW is THE day. zomg man. shit. i mean why on earth didn't i stay up that extra hour to cram my head with spermatogenesis!! ai yo... shit la. i'm beginning to hyperventilate here. shit. oh no. pochi la. shit. oh shit. oh no. shit man. ai yooooo.. i'm screwed la. seriously. no joke. and here i was thinkinh that i'd get good results. for all you know i got all Bs rite? babi english also get B can go commit suicide la. BABI LA!!!! shit. add that to the fact that most of my friends from pre-med are planning to apply for JPA scholarships. shit. my prayers are tonight are gonna be evil. quoting Julian of course. heh. ai yoo... shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176450858996662946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9ZyoVfDAqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/kc9Fr3qnsOM/s320/P1060014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176450085902549650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9Zx7VfDApI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4z7AV5KZ-bE/s320/210120081051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; on the upside, i'm going to Laundry tonight. ai yoo.. like so cool like that rite?! babi la. for one there'll be alcohol. shit la. i don't remember the last time i drank. i'm prob shit at it right now. oh well. it'll be a night of camwhoring, drinking and lots of fun. fingers crossed of course. heh. but ai yoo... bloody SPM La. i wish the results didn't have to come out. oi people. don't ask me bout my results until i tell u. capiche? mum's nt calling me neither is she following me to school. she's helping out in church. *wipes brow* so yea. i'm pretty much in deep shit. YIPEEE... add that to the fact that i absolutely HATE my bangs. damn annoying la. ish. pfft. heh. more updates soon. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Track: Faber Drive - Second Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s : i really don't know.&lt;/em&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/30839659-6352725720220169558?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6352725720220169558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6352725720220169558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6352725720220169558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6352725720220169558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forgot-to-remember-to-forget.html' title='i forgot to remember to forget'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9Zv91fDAoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/PfwT4NoTZRQ/s72-c/P3070100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6302810476906577998</id><published>2008-03-10T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:48.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and there was one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9VVgVfDAnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/7Y2NXS8n-MA/s1600-h/becky+rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176137360743793266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9VVgVfDAnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/7Y2NXS8n-MA/s320/becky+rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my blog is in a TERRIBLE need of a revival. and it will come 2moro! i promise! :D coz i finally have superb internet connection and a party to go to. :) other than the fact that my heart's pretty troubled, i'm absolutely fantabulous dahling! oh and i hate my hair now. oh Lord, let my hair have superb accelerated growth PLEASE. thanks! cya soon.. muax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6302810476906577998?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6302810476906577998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6302810476906577998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6302810476906577998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6302810476906577998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-there-was-one.html' title='and there was one'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R9VVgVfDAnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/7Y2NXS8n-MA/s72-c/becky+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8407856378310541944</id><published>2008-03-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:06:55.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken.</title><content type='html'>if i did it then why on earth do i feel so torn inside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8407856378310541944?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8407856378310541944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8407856378310541944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8407856378310541944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8407856378310541944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/03/broken.html' title='broken.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-55314594914723843</id><published>2008-02-22T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:31:28.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe baby</title><content type='html'>there's a reason for all of this i think. there are times when this whole thing is just pure bliss and a bed of roses. sometimes i feel i made a mistake. i mean i should've just stuck to that pact i made with myself of which only like 5 people know of i think. this blows. but then i can't help but smile when i think about it. maybe i'm just being paranoid. maybe it's that dumb female instict thingy my narcissistic MPW teacher was talking about. maybe it's the lack of sleep and exam stress. maybe it's just me. maybe this just means that it's been wrong all along. i hate the way i'm feeling right now. how on earth did i get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Kate Voegele - Kindly Unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: sorry for the serious lack of updates which was due to my dumb finals which are in a week and the fact that i had to break this blogging hiatus with a random emo post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-55314594914723843?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/55314594914723843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=55314594914723843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/55314594914723843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/55314594914723843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-baby.html' title='maybe baby'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8624541245837351430</id><published>2008-01-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:48.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky and the pure blood chindian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R5w6Yut2IRI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cikSXqbaK3A/s1600-h/20-01-08_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160063469591339282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R5w6Yut2IRI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cikSXqbaK3A/s320/20-01-08_2030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FINALLY!! excuse the very very rare updates now a days. the only place i can get internet connection is on campus and lugging the whole laptop to campus doesn't sound like such a good idea. AND blogging in the middle of the library just feels damn weird so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm actually doing pre-med in ACMS some dumb college in the middle of nowhere which has pretty good facilities la. heh. didn't bring my camera which explains the lack of pics. but i'll bring it after CNY! :D i've got a new one btw. wheee. ANYHOO as i was saying, lecturers have been dumping assignments and tutorials on us since the first week of college. their reason being, " you know ah, this course supposed to be one year plus wan ah and now you're doing it in 8 months... bla bla bla". which explains why we've covered 6 excruciatingly painful chapters of physics and 3 chapters of Math. ZOMG man. can someone please explain Limits and Continuity to me??? according to drummer boy, it's all pretty basic stuff. PFFT. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i live in a townhouse which has no fence and just a plain driveway. cool eh? ha ha. oh and we have a swimming pool, clubhouse and gymnasium. apparently they're setting a karaoke set up! -_- like we'll actually have the time to sing la. heh. on the weekends we normally go out to catch a movie or something. nt this week though coz we've been having classes for the past 2 saturdays to replace CNY so we're pretty much bushed. oh pre-med, oh pre-med why do you have to be so hectic? sigh. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; 1.2.08: anyway i gtg, my HBP assignment beckons. zomg. see i have cool subjects! HBP = Human Behaviour and Psychology where we learn bout the 5 languages of love n cool stuff like that. wheee. ha ha and my lecturer is just cool la. period. on the upside, i'm going back to the ever urban and cool SUBANG JAYA on monday! by train! with like 10 other college mates! i can't wait. fingers crossed Levi will b able to meet me there or fetch me home! :D oh and i'm going to the Island tomorrow! yay! :D and i'm watching that Johnny Depp show later . i digress. did anyone watch Cloverfield???!!!! it's cool la but super stupid. pfft. ha ha. worth the experience! ;) ok.. BYEEEEE!!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; p/s: zomg this post is THAT delayed. babi. my internet conenction back at this house can throw away la. i quote soo XInghan! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack: October Fall - Caught in the rain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8624541245837351430?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8624541245837351430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8624541245837351430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8624541245837351430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8624541245837351430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/01/becky-and-pure-blood-chindian.html' title='Becky and the pure blood chindian'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R5w6Yut2IRI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cikSXqbaK3A/s72-c/20-01-08_2030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7516236838254277561</id><published>2008-01-11T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:54:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky chew and the goblet of teh tarik</title><content type='html'>ZOMG. i'm finally in college. and yes, my college is in a god forsaken place with no wi-fi in hostels. on the other hand, i've met some pretty nice people and i'm currently hogging the computer in the library. shit. gtg. :) i'll brb. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7516236838254277561?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7516236838254277561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7516236838254277561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7516236838254277561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7516236838254277561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/01/becky-chew-and-goblet-of-teh-tarik.html' title='Becky chew and the goblet of teh tarik'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7614258776631728766</id><published>2008-01-05T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:24:57.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>becky chew and the prisoner of pudu jail</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving in 15 minutes time. oh bye sweet abode in Subang.nsigh, i woke up this morning thinking 'zomg this is it!'. mum's calling guess it's time to zip all those bags up, pack this laptop away and kiss my dog goodbye. excuse the dramatic farewell. heh. BYEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEcky&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog when i reach the college :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7614258776631728766?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7614258776631728766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7614258776631728766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7614258776631728766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7614258776631728766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/01/becky-chew-and-prisoner-of-pudu-jail.html' title='becky chew and the prisoner of pudu jail'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8240312483038890827</id><published>2008-01-03T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:50.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEcky chew and the chamber of bibles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Since there are sooo many things that've happened that i've yet to post about, this will b the post where i stuff everything in before i leave lest my cousins should kill me for posting these pics up soo late. HEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Eve '07.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum had a small dinner party for some family and friends where there was good wine, company, food and music. not to say loads of camwhoring. i was a bit distracted so i didn't take as many pics but anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151166944919910482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3yfC1qveFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/tECZfsqVc78/s320/PB080002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;mum rearranged the furniture to make way for the dinner tables and for the renovations which are starting nxt month which i won't be around for. yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151167623524743266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3yfqVqveGI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Eri7Hg7Q4lk/s320/PB080003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember those mince puffs i told you about? ahh. tulah dia. ha ha. it turned out pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151168589892384882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3ygilqveHI/AAAAAAAAAkI/jPXc1Fqh6no/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;now u see why i'm such a camwhore ah??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151169247022381186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3yhI1qveII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/MdqXkS_K-40/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zomg. even my cousin's boyfriend camwhores. *rolls eyes* ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas 07&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christmas this year was the usual church service but instead of lunch, we each got this really cute bag thingy with chocolates and sweets. why oh why did u cancel lunch oh GTPJ people? this year the fam had our traditional Christmas dinner at my aunt's place in Damansara Perdana which was freaking jammed up i tell you. heh. but it was fun! i can't actually remember the events that took place and what not since christmas was almost a week ago which reminds me how incredibly delayed this post is. HEH. so anyway. pictures! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151251482761197778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3zr7lqveNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pTSQcOdLsa0/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;church people. zomg. i just realized that i saw all of you everyday from the 25th - 1st of Jan. gile bapak. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151247909348407458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3zorlqveKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/4Qsh2LLhCp0/s320/hog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hogged the seats by the dining table coz of the cookies and good coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151248158456510642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3zo6FqveLI/AAAAAAAAAko/mp7hUwGS5EE/s320/cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;with food like that, you'd hog the seats by the table too. ha ha. the angel-lookalike cookies were absolutely delish i tell you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151248510643828930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3zpOlqveMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/1TjfKfX0KK8/s320/chicas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got bored so we decided to camwhore by the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151253183568247026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3ztelqvePI/AAAAAAAAAlI/XNBrHGiAwXw/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's just say we got more than a lil bored. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth Camp '07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;zomg. youth camp was absolutely AMAZING! seriously. i mean dahlah i got to share a room with Denise then there were those awesome nights when God's presence was like WHOAR! the food was not bad for camp food thou. :)and then there was that night by the pool and in the elevator. zomg that last part sounded a wee bit kinky. ha ha. so i don't actually have any pictures coz silly ol' me forgot to charge the camera. HEH. but &lt;a href="http://www.miss-catastrophe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denise&lt;/a&gt; does! so check her blog la. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st December 07&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;disclaimer: all the pictures here have been stolen from blogs. HEH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151257366866393346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3zxSFqveQI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9e-emeNFZmo/s320/08+eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the whole group. or actually just half!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151261949596498194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3z1c1qveRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/1DZTPxWOErY/s320/me+n+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;met Gillian in SUnway where we had dinner! I MISS YOU HUNN!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151262653971134754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3z2F1qveSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Uwdszr0UA7Q/s320/nelsong,+dee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nelsong!!!! and denise siau. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you noticed rite, i was wearing a different top in Pyramid and a different top in church. it's coz Dee n Howard bought me this really cute top from Ms.Selfridge which i was gonna buy for myself. that woman told me one customer came and took the last piece which i was pretty ok with. but i have the top so WHEE. changed in the car. heh. howard was bz focusing on the road. really wan!!! and i was pretty discreet about it. heh. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151263375525640498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3z2v1qveTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ftg4jTPXZ4Y/s320/sean+m+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me n Sean. oh denisee........ *evil laughter* you can actually see people camwhoring at the back! ha ha. how cute..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151264367663085890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3z3plqveUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dlcLceyZAg4/s320/31.12.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. this picture has such a long story behind it. see we were all taking pictures when Denise suddenly shouted as in seriously shouted, eh becky u haven't taken the most important picture yet! with Levi! and i mean it was all okay but she suddenly started hooting and everyone started looking!!! seriously. needless to say i started blushing like crazy! ha ha. and that's why i look super retarded in the photo! wat to do?! we so lovable wat rite yang? ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm still not done packing my clothes. i'm taking forever la. heh. maybe i'm just stalling. but anyway i'm gonna go have supper now. hopefully i'll blog one last time b4 i leave coz mum reckons i shouldn't bring the laptop there. i mean who wants this old junk la? ISH! so yea. cya sooonn. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Mark Joseph - get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm running out of faith i see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should have done things differently&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;i heart Levi Asher. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8240312483038890827?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8240312483038890827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8240312483038890827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8240312483038890827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8240312483038890827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/01/becky-chew-and-chamber-of-bibles.html' title='BEcky chew and the chamber of bibles.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3yfC1qveFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/tECZfsqVc78/s72-c/PB080002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4379997908048039353</id><published>2008-01-02T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:50.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky Chew and the pastor's stone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3tNuVqveEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6o9IQStuQgw/s1600-h/christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150796057314031682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3tNuVqveEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6o9IQStuQgw/s320/christmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; of christmas dinners and tipsy cousins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just went stationery shopping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just ate one whole row of ferrero rocher. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just learnt the japanese way of t-shirt folding. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just updated my sidebar which has Levi's blog's url in it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to go pack my bags for Penang now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: The Virgins - Radio Christiane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&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/30839659-4379997908048039353?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4379997908048039353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4379997908048039353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4379997908048039353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4379997908048039353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/01/becky-and-pastors-stone.html' title='Becky Chew and the pastor&apos;s stone.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3tNuVqveEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6o9IQStuQgw/s72-c/christmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-3667404613779439317</id><published>2008-01-01T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:51.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tag of the year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; i've been very lazy to blog for the past few days. obviously. but anyway on another note, i can't believe that 2008 is here!!!! seriously. ahhh. ha ha. so i actually went to church for countdown. okay i can feel the weird stares and hear the silent murmurs about how uncool i am. FYI countdown in church is fun la. especially if you have friends like mine. *winks* ha ha. the most "potong"-ing part of my new year was that i spent my first 3 minutes of 2008 in Howard's car!  -__- nothing kinky. ;) heh. but the fella wanted to fill petrol coz apparently by 12 the price of fuel was gonna increase by 40 cents. then we had to find our way back coz P.J is a BIT confusing. but yea. i have a tag thingy again! just like &lt;a href="http://http//girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-been-tagged.html"&gt;last year's&lt;/a&gt;! oh and i tag everyone coz these kinda thingies are fun to read! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;went for 17's Summer Splash thingy, sat on the KL monorail (heh) and slow danced on graduation night. i mean the other times with cousins and uncles don't count ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150406495190349762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3nra1qvd8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/RiJTTwSL1yk/s320/summer+splash+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;on stage at Summer Splash with the hottest summer HUnk! ;)&lt;/p&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;i hardly ever make resolutions la but if i do it's normally really nonsensical ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't think so. ai yaa... i want a new cousin la. PFFTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;umm My first aunty from my grandfather's first marriage, my grand-uncle and some other people who were related by blood but i mean i wasn't close to them per say. i think i haven't even met them la. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go for any freaking holidays last year. ass-pee-am la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;wisdom, common sense, a certain degree of optimism, shopping money and kisses. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;7th September - Graduation night! and i won Best Dressed! plus that slow dance and DumbFounded! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150407500212697042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3nsVVqvd9I/AAAAAAAAAi4/JJ_vjhu4vLk/s320/P7230051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the very annoying bassist in DumbFounded with the nice car and Nit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;12th November - my sweet sixteenth birthday and the first day of SPM!&lt;/p&gt;30th November - my sweet sixteen bash for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150408427925632994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3ntLVqvd-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/nNzgxb8FolM/s320/PA230027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 29th December - drummer boy aka Levi (pronounced LevAi not LehvEEE). 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;discovering myself on a more emotional level and being less of a *insert word for female dog*. oh and getting that coveted A for Physics. yea baby. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't know. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;ummm... i think i didn't have any fevers last year. oh yeaaaaa... ha ha. take that fever bacteria thingy which i shall know the name of by the end of the year. heh. but yea. it was mostly sore throats which like so totally increased my sex appeal. BWA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;my dress for graduation from Warehouse, a Coach bag, HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS! oh and my dresses from Zara and American Eagle. zomg. i bought tonnes of dresses this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150409682056083442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3nuUVqvd_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Z5DRwvpRR-Y/s320/DSC06052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;warehouse dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150410803042547714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3nvVlqveAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7dv7052JWd4/s320/DSC06078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;AE dress which i wore for Christmas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Soo Xinghan aka Piano Boy who was one heck of a friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150411584726595602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3nwDFqveBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/hbhrPIcozR4/s320/P7230029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Soo Xinghan, Britney Spears. ha ha. i don't think anyone in particular made me feel depressed la. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks, TeenVogue, random magazines, books, Diva, FOOOOOOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Harry potter and the Order of the phoenix movie, Patrick Dempsey, Justin Timberlake, SPM, the flowers ZL brought me, Xinghan's mixed tape, Gillian coming home, Lim's driving license :), my Burberry glasses which i never wear, my birthday parties, graduation! the MU vs Chelsea match which MU eventually lost (ish!) and definitely LEVI ASHER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which songs will always remind you of 2007?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble - Everything, Rihanna - Umberella, Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;Happier, fatter, richer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Studying, traveling, eating in those quaint bistros, brought a good book to Starbucks instead of them History work books, taken a risk with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;br /&gt;Rationalizing. it's too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Church! and then the traditional family dinner in Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;maybeeeee...... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Grey’s anatomy! period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;strongly dislike, a few in particular. but not until hate la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. heh. i'm reading J.D Salinger's Catcher in the Rye which is quite funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Damien Leith, Chris Rice, THE PIERCES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;Lacoste tee and a boyfriend aka mr Drummer boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake. pfffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was your favorite film this year?&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted. *i can't believe i called it enchantment! zomg*ha ha ha. seriously. Across the UNiverse for the fantabulous soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a 8 page essay, answered questions about my beloved Tok Janggut and cut a pretty disgusting tasting cake. i was 16!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150773435721283634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3s5JlqveDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/mLIDZC3OmrA/s320/P9270097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;you can't see it but i'm actually thinking about how to dispose of the cake. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;30. what made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;church friends, school friends, them talks about the future in starbucks with the people who turn my world upside down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;not enough quirky shirts that catch your attention. and way tooo many dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;biology and Add Math. seriously. geez i'm such a nerd la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;MCDREAMY!!! and Justin Timberlake!!! oh yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;the emergency in Myanmar which i thought wasn't very smartly handled by their government but i mean that's one girl's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Gillian! Drummer Boy! Lim! JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Levi Asher! who i might add, is a bigger camwhore than i am! heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150416562593691682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3n0k1qveCI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jBDXa0WdYiw/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;You have to accept people for who they are, bad table manners and all, coz what they mean to you outweighs their annoying habits. oh and one bad thing doesn't erase 10 good things that happen to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Chris Rice - When did you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You're all smiles and silly conversation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if the sunny day came just for you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-3667404613779439317?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3667404613779439317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=3667404613779439317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3667404613779439317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3667404613779439317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-be-edited.html' title='the tag of the year.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3nra1qvd8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/RiJTTwSL1yk/s72-c/summer+splash+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-717521963778258579</id><published>2007-12-26T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:52.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me box and tie you up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3HTzFqvd7I/AAAAAAAAAio/e85gxIgqNmo/s1600-h/PB090010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148128723709425586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3HTzFqvd7I/AAAAAAAAAio/e85gxIgqNmo/s320/PB090010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; why do boys have to be such sucky photographers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BOXING DAY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see everyone else wishes you merry christmas but i wish you happy boxing day!! i'm sooo cool. *flips hair* heh. anyway i want to update about my very very magical christmas but due to time constraints and the fact that i'm leaving for youth camp in an hour's time but my bag is yet to be packed, i shall refrain. ha ha. will be back on the 29th though! so don't miss me just yet. bwa ha ha. ok i really gtg. BYEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;drummer boy, i think your body is pretty condusive for hugging! ;)&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/30839659-717521963778258579?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/717521963778258579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=717521963778258579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/717521963778258579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/717521963778258579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-me-box-and-tie-you-up.html' title='let me box and tie you up!'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R3HTzFqvd7I/AAAAAAAAAio/e85gxIgqNmo/s72-c/PB090010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7064342259885237134</id><published>2007-12-24T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian mincepuffs :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R29SF1qvd6I/AAAAAAAAAig/zIrOc9wDwFI/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147423159366940578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R29SF1qvd6I/AAAAAAAAAig/zIrOc9wDwFI/s320/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; damn i miss school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's finally Christmas eve!!!!!! my conversations today have been punctuated with "zomg, the year past by damn fast ah. in a week it's hello 2008!" mum just finished baking mince puffs. what?! yup. she basically put mince pie filling into currypuff-like pastry. it's yummy thou. but i mean the puff thingy makes it feel WAYY more Malaysian. ha ha. so yea i honestly don't know why i'm blogging but i had nothing better to do so yea. well dinner awaits and i need to wash my hair. heh. BYEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: do i use too many "heh"s ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*edit* i just found out Nithi got the Sime Darby scholarship!! ZOMG!!!!!!!! i just put up two tables from Ikea all by myself! i'm wiped out. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Josh Groban &amp;amp; Faith Hill - The First Noel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;then let us all in one accord, sing praises to our Heavenly Lord"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7064342259885237134?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7064342259885237134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7064342259885237134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7064342259885237134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7064342259885237134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/malaysian-mincepuffs.html' title='Malaysian mincepuffs :)'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R29SF1qvd6I/AAAAAAAAAig/zIrOc9wDwFI/s72-c/Picture+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-5086952841339990733</id><published>2007-12-23T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:53.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cocoa butter and vanilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the past few days have been SUPER tiring. seriously. see on friday i went to Pyramid. AGAIN! i'm going to kill myself if i have to step into pyramid again. zomg. okay mayb i'll just hang out in starbucks and rot but you get my point. i did a WEEE bit of christmas shopping. seriously la. nobody's getting any presents from me this year. if i see you in church, you get a candy cane. UNDERSTAND? i've been super lazy to find presents, think of what to get and walk around trying to get it. basically i've just been a total pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so anyway, our trip to church on friday was cancelled coz DENISE SIAU had to work! ai yo woman just quite your job only can ah? but Ian and Roger still went anyway coz his mum had to usher. He immediately sms-ed us after the play saying it was super boring and that he fell asleep, trying to persuade us to NOT go. ish x baik tau. heh. we went anyway. so on Saturday, Howard, Denise, Jojo and I went for the play. we had dinner in Nagomi which was in Jaya33 which ZOMG cost a bomb. this Howard la. he never fails to choose the MOST EXPENSIVE places to have dinner. *rolls eyes* it was good thou. unfortunately i didn't get to catch that particular musician i was talking about only coz we reached at bout 8.40 so everyone especially all the kiasu people (heh) got their middle/front row seats so we were left with the seats on the extreme left right next to the keluar sign. and guess where all the musicians were? on the EXTREME right side. bagus la. sigh y do these things always happen to me? ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the play was super cool. seriously. all those laser lights made the ceiling look like they had REAL stars albeit red and green ones. heh. but it was cool. however it only lasted for like 20 mins before pastor went on and started giving us an astronomical lesson. i mean it was cool la. like did u know there are about 100 - 500 BILLION stars in the universe. super cool la. ha ha. but it got a bit boring after a while. heh. so we left early and WALKED all the way to Jaya for starbucks which is not very far but i mean i'm dramatic like that. ;) we talked and talked and had fun. i'm glad u had fun Jo eventhou u didn't really know Howard n Denise b4 that. :D so anyway. pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145064529491666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25VKlqvdtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/IvAlmocYvvg/s320/PB060002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the pretty cool Nagomi interior and Howard scratching his arm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145618580272866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25Vq1qvduI/AAAAAAAAAhA/VdUXnJ5SSdM/s320/PB060003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;me n the wonderful Jocelyn Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147147929272678130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25XxVqvdvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/V-9m1JMMlOU/s320/PB060006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this was really yummy but incredibly overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147150093936195330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25ZvVqvdwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/7Ws2Fi2yaJw/s320/PB060007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this was the ONLY photo Howard took and look how it turned out. boys are such bad photographers i tell you. save for that Giles Benssimon dunno wat on ANTM! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147151386721351442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25a6lqvdxI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SUuOsuyCyMM/s320/PB060010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the very cool green and red "stars".&lt;br /&gt;i got lazy after this picture coz i wanted to watch the play and couldn't multi-task. GASP. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147152275779581730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25buVqvdyI/AAAAAAAAAhg/QdTXieBkhEU/s320/PB060011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;of starbucks, girls and camwhore kisses. eh how's my blonde-ish hair? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147152765405853490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25cK1qvdzI/AAAAAAAAAho/hd4O6hL390k/s320/PB060013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; zomg i totally forgot about that whole episode b4 church. howard's car BROKE DOWN! and we were all stressing about how to go to the play and i was damn stubborn and wanted to go to the play even if we had take a cab coz i promised someone i'd be there ;). thank GOD in the end Howard's parents sent us there so yea. that was a wee bit dramatic. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147154358838720322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25dnlqvd0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZBZNH75U3Hw/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;us in starbucks. sorry bout ur face la jo. picasa damn stubborn. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i have birthday pics as promised. thou i kinda put them all into a collage coz as i said, i'm a freaking pig who can't be bothered to caption all the photos and wait for them to upload. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147155170587539282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25eW1qvd1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/nSuIq-ZqNU8/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147156957293934434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25f-1qvd2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/1SavhGX_irg/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147173827925473138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25vU1qvd3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/9H1tJSsrNm4/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; but i was still nice enough to put it into smaller collages so u didn't have to use some magnifying glass. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seee i kept my promise. ha ha. anyways tomorrow's Christmas eve!!! zomg. time zooms by sooo fast when you're having the time of your life. heh. anyways i gtg. i need to take a shower. the weather's been shit. seriously. heh. mum's hosting a christmas eve dinner tomorrow so yay! and then there's Christmas and YOUTH CAMP which i seriously can't wait for. :) oh yea while grocery shopping in BVillage today i came across this adorable display of gingerbread houses which were on sale. i've got a picture! so yea. BYEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147176172977616770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25xdVqvd4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ndrvY9AKsDQ/s320/PB070023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147176546639771538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25xzFqvd5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/A5PhVZVVZB0/s320/PB060021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;u didn't think i'd leave without a retarded photo of myself did you?! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Soundtrack:- i'm not listening to anything at the moment. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-5086952841339990733?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5086952841339990733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=5086952841339990733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5086952841339990733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5086952841339990733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/wheee.html' title='cocoa butter and vanilla'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R25VKlqvdtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/IvAlmocYvvg/s72-c/PB060002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-2031518799435762250</id><published>2007-12-20T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fa la la la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;5 things found in my bag:&lt;br /&gt;-Roxy purse&lt;br /&gt;- iPod nano.&lt;br /&gt;- lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;- handphone&lt;br /&gt;- Marks &amp;amp; Spencer organic milk chocolate buttons which are absolutely yummy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my purse:&lt;br /&gt;- Cash&lt;br /&gt;- MyKad&lt;br /&gt;- Panadol (after getting a massive headache halfway through my paper in SPM, i've been pretty paranoid! heh.)&lt;br /&gt;- Passport photos. i look like some terrorist la.&lt;br /&gt;- 2008 calendar. bye 2007! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;- this faithful laptop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145982562911352466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2oz4FqvdpI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fu5J44j0G6Y/s320/P7270021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;- my lovely lovely soft board thingy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;- my sofa couch where a lot of debauchery happened courtesy of some people. *horny smile*:P oh my poor deflowered couch. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;- my Harry Potter collection :)&lt;br /&gt;- all my literature books thingy. i'm such a nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I've always wanted to do:&lt;br /&gt;- shave my head bald. in a Natalie Portman kinda way!!!&lt;br /&gt;- go work in the United Nations. :)&lt;br /&gt;- go on a missions trip to Vietnam. man i've been wanting to do that since 2004. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;- have 5 or 6 kids. no kidding. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;- attend one of those American Colleges and join some greek sorority. heh. a girl is allowed to have some bimbo unrealistic dreams la. so totally Legally Blonde's fault! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145985311690421938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2o2YFqvdrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ITMtUwYriWE/s320/DSC07056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gillian's back!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;5 things I'm currently into:&lt;br /&gt;- American Eagle. why la Malaysia don't have AE???&lt;br /&gt;- James Marsden's oh-so-cute poster outside Gap in OU. swoon....&lt;br /&gt;- the wonderful Picasa&lt;br /&gt;- Lacoste's polo tees. RL's getting a bit boring. heh.&lt;br /&gt;- a particular drummer boy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I'm gonna tag:&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;br /&gt;Drummer boy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;Mabel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since the tag's done, i can start rambling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dyed my hair!!!! again. heh. but this time it's loads lighter and there're blonde highlights which make me look my cousin from England. ok i know the colour sounds a bit la la now. but it doesn't!!!!! not to me la. heh. had to sit in the chair for 4 hours bt all is not lost coz the hairstylist was CUTE!!!! seriously. swooon. ha ha ha. and he's 19! *shakes eyebrows in a horny kinda way* heh. remember how i said i wanted to marry a hairstylist??? bwa ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145983615178340002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2o01VqvdqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/igrGubsitXk/s320/DSC03747.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aren't we soo adorable? ha ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;CHRISTMAS IS 5 DAYS AWAY!!!!! and i haven't done any christmas shopping. yes yes yes. so clever. ha ha. i have absolutely no idea wat to get boys la. damn hard to buy present. ISH. and they say we're complicated! PFFT. ha ha ha. tomorrow's my church's christmas play and Dao Wei is coming!!! wheeeee....... ha ha ha. and on Saturday we're going for the very very delayed dinner we made plans for back in July. yup it's been that long. ha ha. i'll most probably be looking out for a particular musician tomorrow ;) heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack: Lauryn Hill - Little Drummer Boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEcky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized i can't find my camera. fuck. on the upside, ikhwan's finally sent me all the pictures from my party the other day. so yay! nxt post. i promise. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-2031518799435762250?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2031518799435762250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=2031518799435762250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2031518799435762250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2031518799435762250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/fa-la-la-la-la.html' title='fa la la la la'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2oz4FqvdpI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fu5J44j0G6Y/s72-c/P7270021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4973120061051358939</id><published>2007-12-17T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:34:18.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it sounds pretty atrocious.</title><content type='html'>i wish i could leave earlier. no wait. scratch that. i want to stay here so badly but i just need to get out. 2007 is coming to an end and the year has been absolutely FANTASTIC. but i'm not ready for it to end. i want it to go on and on and stay 16 for the rest of my life coz right now, eventhough things are pretty sucky, i like the people in my life. and i wish our relationships would stay the way they are right now forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PianoBoy says: between you and i, it'll most prob be like summer loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i wish that wasn't true. oh pianoboy, you are soooo wrong! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: The Perishers - In the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I wish i would have seen, wish i would have known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish i had some lines to read between"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;i find your midnight calls really.... nice. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4973120061051358939?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4973120061051358939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4973120061051358939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4973120061051358939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4973120061051358939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-sounds-pretty-atrocious.html' title='it sounds pretty atrocious.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6198691755342940729</id><published>2007-12-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:54.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onka's Big Moka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2VEKlqvdoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/XvmvKM1NagM/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144593098041423490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2VEKlqvdoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/XvmvKM1NagM/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to make up my mind. QUICK! shit man. somebody just pass me a magic8 ball. it's probably easier to make my mind up that way. eh Philipino boys quite cute ah. heh. am watching Asian Idol coz mum doesn't want to watch MU's game. PFFFTTT. ha ha. so yea. decisions decisions decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: Rooney - I'm a terrible person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"'Cause i've made up my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a terrible person"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn random la this Rooney. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6198691755342940729?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6198691755342940729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6198691755342940729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6198691755342940729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6198691755342940729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/onkas-big-moka.html' title='Onka&apos;s Big Moka'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2VEKlqvdoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/XvmvKM1NagM/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1679114405420209839</id><published>2007-12-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:36:41.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus turns my world upside down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are so many things in the world i want but all i need is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1679114405420209839?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1679114405420209839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1679114405420209839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1679114405420209839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1679114405420209839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/jesus-turns-my-world-upside-down.html' title='Jesus turns my world upside down.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7649107762416372791</id><published>2007-12-15T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:55.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are everything but ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday was HEAPS fun. see i met up with a few of my cell mates and we had a blast. seriously. Howard picked me, Ian and roger up and we went to Pyramid to pick Denise up who was pretty annoyed that we were so late! not our fault la. that Summit road was super jam! then we braved the usual fed highway jam all the way to P.J when Howard suggested Bangsar for dinner. so off we went to Bangsar. and goodness we kinda got lost and ended up in Pantai Medical Hospital. but no worries coz we finally found our way there! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; the initial plan was to have dinner in Delicious but it was super PACKED! we had to wait for 30 mins which was sooo not a good idea considering it was already 8 when we reached and church was gonna start at 8.30. heh. so we ate in Marmalade which was pretty nice i guess. Delicious is still better! see.. i so loyal. pfft. ha ha. i had some fritata thingy which i thought was gonna be something LIKE fajitas but it turned out to b some omelette thingy which was quite weird la. the rest had better dishes. seriously. everytime i go out with anyone for dinner ah, i'm always the one with the worst dish. THIS HAS GOT TO STOP. seriously. sigh. ha ha. by the time we reached church we were actually a full 60 mins late. but i mean it was nerve-wrecking thinking about going in and everyone staring but the lights were off. so YAY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143876873590109618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2K4w1qvdbI/AAAAAAAAAek/7Cz4mmThiEw/s320/PA290003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;dee and her beef lasagne. we had to take this picture 5 times b4 she was satisfied. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143877350331479490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2K5MlqvdcI/AAAAAAAAAes/oVexfbtYXpM/s320/PA290004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Howard and Roger who's only 16 but bigger than Howard. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143878273749448146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2K6CVqvddI/AAAAAAAAAe0/3OOcXMDSArw/s320/PA290007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ian!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143880197894796770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2K7yVqvdeI/AAAAAAAAAe8/SIxIHTe-k6A/s320/PA290009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the woman and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143880447002899954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2K8A1qvdfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-n-MQFGfNb0/s320/PA290011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Marmalade's very cool wall paper-ish thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of you ever go to Marmalade which is on the 2nd floor, you HAVE to try their mince pie. it is THAT good. ha ha. and they are really tiny and cute and there's a star deco thingy on it. very very adorable! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144047748863981058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2NULFqvdgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0y7rdrhQ-Bg/s320/PA290015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this cool globe thingy that spewed snow. heh. eh the only reason it's blur is coz i was super annoyed that people kept walking by everytime i wanted to take the picture. so i didn't have the mood to take a clearer one anymore. PMS kut. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144048028036855314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2NUbVqvdhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/IGuYh3EdcJ8/s320/PA290016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i mean how could i leave Ian out of our incessant camwhoring?? ha ha. but yea this was us trying to find our way back to the fed highway to get to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144048320094631458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2NUsVqvdiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/9nV45yidMSA/s320/PA290019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;in church. and i think i was trying to say something. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144048856965543474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2NVLlqvdjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/w6kmQGSU_pU/s320/PA290022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;look at that BIG christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144049359476717122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2NVo1qvdkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OjZGLxuqqao/s320/PA290028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this picture reminds me of: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144050050966451794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2NWRFqvdlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Gk7WR_GJ8Fs/s320/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;this picture. which was taken exactly one year ago. HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back from church we were all making plans to go to AC when suddenly *insert scary dracula theme song* there was a massive jam on the federal highway. WTH?! super potong i tell you. ha ha. then there was Ian's mum who called and when he explained that there was a massive jam on the federal highway said " you always make stupid mistake wan la". i laughed and laughed la. seriously. doesn't it make you giggle? i mean like it's ian's fault coz the fed highway is jam. but i still love you Aunty!!! coz u always send me back. :) heh. oh yea the reason there was that jam was coz there was this car which turtled on the OTHER side of the highway. wth rite? when i told mum about it she said the 2ppl in the car passed away. we actually prayed for them but dunno la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway due to utter boredom in the car, denise took over my cam and started snapping away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144050841240434274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2NW_FqvdmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bWSfyB-M6o8/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;TA-DAH! picasa rocks socks. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144057189202097778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2NcwlqvdnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/1WVk6UvwmhA/s320/PA290039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is MY christmas tree people. wheeee. how pretty does it look? and it's a LIVE tree. seriously. we bought it from ikea. it's the shorter one coz by the time we got there, which was thurs, all the tall ones were sold out!!! can u imagine? and all the nice gold trimmings were sold out too. ish. but no worries, coz this tree smells just as good!!! ha ha. so everyone needs to come to my house to give me presents so i can fill that very vacant space under tree up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. GT's having a Christmas play which is gonna BLOW YOUR MIND! ha ha. it's Indescribable. literally. coz the title of the play is "INdescribable". details are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: 21st &amp;amp; 22nd December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time: 8.30 p.m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue: Glad Tidings Assembly of God, P.J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6, Jalan Bersatu 13/4, 46200 Petaling Jaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come come come!!!!! it'll be super cool and fun! guarantee wan. heh. anyhoo gtg. lunch beckons. ai yo. i'm such a pig la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: The Pierces - Go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hold me until all the prayers that go to heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get an answer"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7649107762416372791?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7649107762416372791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7649107762416372791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7649107762416372791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7649107762416372791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-everything-but-ordinary.html' title='we are everything but ordinary'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2K4w1qvdbI/AAAAAAAAAek/7Cz4mmThiEw/s72-c/PA290003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4170235876005718526</id><published>2007-12-14T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:56.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fab sweet sixteen part II</title><content type='html'>and now for my other post-sweet 16 party.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; so i invited about 15 friends of which 2 couldn't make it so i invited Leonard! at the last minute. heh. but ANYWAY we went to Tony Roma's and me being the very very excellent host, heh, was there at 7 sharp. the tony Roma's people put my table super near the entrance so the first thing you see when u walk in is my table la. but imagine this k for like 30 mins i was sitting at the head of the table, ALONE, with what looked like 14 other imaginary friends. ZOMG man. but anyway a few of them FINALLY arrived at 7.26. see i remember coz i was super stressed out coz noone was in tony roma's yet. so yeah. i have pictures. :D my camera has been in a good mood lately. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143740169076045186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2I8blqvdYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MuR0QjNSPGE/s320/PA240027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143740551328134546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2I8x1qvdZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/P2WtA_YA2FI/s320/PA240034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143741105378915746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2I9SFqvdaI/AAAAAAAAAec/PLsQMMjeKvQ/s320/PA240029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZOMG!!!!!!!! I LOST ALL MY OTHER PICTURES FROM THIS PARTY. WTF. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO MURDER SOMEONE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4170235876005718526?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4170235876005718526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4170235876005718526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4170235876005718526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4170235876005718526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-fab-sweet-sixteen-part-ii.html' title='my fab sweet sixteen part II'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R2I8blqvdYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MuR0QjNSPGE/s72-c/PA240027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-5527799440273866685</id><published>2007-12-10T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:59.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fabulous sweet sixteen part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142269790303483970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10DIR5C-EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zChFMngvXPU/s320/PA230034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;today is the 12th of December which means i turned 16 exactly a month ago. Yay! and no, my past month as a 16 year old has NOT been filled with kinky, S&amp;amp;M-like sexual adventures. :) anyway, on the morning of my actual 16th birthday i was greeted with thoughts of Tok Janggut, Tunku Abdul Rahman, Malaysia's political system and kosakata. :D i did however "celebrate" it with some family at night and cut cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142274437458098258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10HWx5C-FI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VTtMnFjJvJk/s320/P9270099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was chocolate cheese cake which honestly tasted like poo. heh. sorry. it was from secret recipe btw. heh. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as usual, there HAD to ba bash just for family. so mum had it last saturday and because my mother is a multi-millionaire we flew our whole family, all 40 of them to Germany. :D booked a B&amp;amp;B and had a fantabulous dinner. the food as absolutely delish, the place was AWESOME, the wine was good and the family was happy. some got a tad TOO happy if u know wat i mean. ha ha. but all threw caution to the wind coz we were after all in an unknown land. ;) i have pictures. but there're all mostly of family members coz well it WAS a bash for family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142275756013058146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10Ijh5C-GI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MdpdBOLsTxw/s320/PA230002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the flowers that arrived in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142276752445470834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10Jdh5C-HI/AAAAAAAAAbo/g7vfpqf4dSc/s320/PA230004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142936682760435970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19hqh5C-QI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IQ4R2ZsLvbo/s320/PA230022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142281081772505314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10NZh5C-OI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ONk35dLN6ZQ/s320/PA230016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142280184124340434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10MlR5C-NI/AAAAAAAAAcY/8xjTgnZmDss/s320/PA230012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142278882749249698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10LZh5C-KI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4ra8Fb-SctE/s320/PA230008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142279831937022146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10MQx5C-MI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/RglwR-Aj8gs/s320/PA230010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142278487612258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10LCh5C-JI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DIbT9UCK7Ac/s320/PA230006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142945088011434322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19pTx5C-VI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ixaigEyh0qk/s320/PA230025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142946088738814306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19qOB5C-WI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4ZfCnbhqEl4/s320/PA230021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142277319381153922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10J-h5C-II/AAAAAAAAAbw/JLgtqQ8HQ94/s320/PA230005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142947849675405682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19r0h5C-XI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5VN-iQUn5Lg/s320/PA230023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we are FAMILEEEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so unlike all my other 15 birthdays, this time i had CUPCAKES instead of cake. YAY. seriously. my godmother said it was gonna b some teletubbies or smurf thing which i was perfectly fine with but it became this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142950946346826130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19uox5C-ZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/x7zqxQEawPM/s320/PA230032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;how cute is it?? ha ha. just look at the island and the bikini la. sigh... ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142937223926315298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19iKB5C-SI/AAAAAAAAAdA/rqayk6-WVlU/s320/PA230031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my very happy self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142937653423044914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19ijB5C-TI/AAAAAAAAAdI/s5Kx-TlF25o/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;they made me look up and took this unflattering photo. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142936845969193234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19h0B5C-RI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gUf6CiLTPTw/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;then they made me make a speech. clockwise: me starting the speech, me telling everyone the angpaus were good presents, me looking drunk and showing off my beautiful armpits! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142941050742176066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19lox5C-UI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/l53ytVf-mR4/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the oh so wonderful superwoman aka Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142969891447568802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R19_3h5C-aI/AAAAAAAAAeA/rLVsLtKa3jA/s320/PA230029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me and the godmum. see how we are sooo synchronized. ha ha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the night ended with me making some phone calls while a weee bit tipsy and ZOMG i fell down the stairs. darn heels. which was quite funny. ha ha. and apparently i was still grinning my ass off as i landed on my butt on the stairs. sigh, i'm such a comedian. heh. if u noticed, i'm wearing the same dress i wore for graduation. i mean i bought a new one for the party but mum insisted i wear this particular dress. apparently it made me look like " a sweet 16 year old". pfft. ha ha. i had the party for friends the following night. which i shall post about next. coz i have to go to school to certify some documents. PRE-MED HERE I COME!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soundtrack: The Pipettes - Because it's not love(but it's still a feeling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I don't wanna see the stars up above in the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna catch your eye"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s: as you've most prob already realized my mum DIDN'T fly them to germany. they bought their own tickets. i kid. it was in this really really lovely European restaurant. the cook's German hence the whole lame Germany thingy. ha ha. It's in SS18 along row with that disgusting Vegetarian restaurant and above TD 2000 which has 2 super cool old school cars. heh. so everyone let's all frequent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T.J HAUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which has the best bavarian cream in town! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/30839659-5527799440273866685?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5527799440273866685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=5527799440273866685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5527799440273866685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5527799440273866685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-fabulous-sweet-sixteen-part-1.html' title='my fabulous sweet sixteen part 1'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R10DIR5C-EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zChFMngvXPU/s72-c/PA230034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-746334654860543620</id><published>2007-12-09T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:56:59.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 1/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1tq8h5C-DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pEdQRSw-VxQ/s1600-h/PA230026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141820987695888434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1tq8h5C-DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pEdQRSw-VxQ/s320/PA230026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had the coolest post-sweet 16 birthday party yesterday. here's hoping today's will be just as fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: The Beatles - revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" you say you want a revolution, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  well you know, we all wanna change the world!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-746334654860543620?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/746334654860543620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=746334654860543620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/746334654860543620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/746334654860543620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/16-12.html' title='16 1/2'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1tq8h5C-DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pEdQRSw-VxQ/s72-c/PA230026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6852128240620893242</id><published>2007-12-07T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:01.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're the next Martha Stewart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; my birthday party is tomorrow!!!!! yay. honestly i still don't know why i'm excited bout it. i mean wat if it turns out to b an utter disaster??!! wait. scratch that. any time spent with my fam is definitely gonna an amazing time due to my uncles and aunties very very syiok-sendiri antics. :D seriously. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; well anyway, the past 2 days have been filled with lots and lots of packing up and emptying boxes and boxes of toys, books etc. it's been pretty depressing really. i mean how do i justify the fact that i want to keep ALL my soft toys?! there's only so many soft toys u can keep for ur kids rite. ha ha. but it's worked so far. and it's been taking a very very long time to pack everything up coz i tend to get sentimental ESPECIALLY when i find really really old photos which i intend to scan into the comp so that should i feel the sudden urge to blog about my oh so mysterious past i have pictures! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Jo came by on Wednesday to bake, try to convert me into a DBSK fan and to ultimately, catch up. goodness u should've heard her raving on and on about DBSK. *rolls eyes* i mean they're not bad la. heh. so ANYWAY we started baking around 1 and umm attempted to bake the most delicious chocolate chip cookies ever. so once everything was out, we started weighing the flour la dee da. so once we started mixing the eggs and everything else, we put the flour in only to realize much later that we'd "mix it too well" from youtube. eh our recipe was wrong la. seriously. the list of ingredients had peanut butter in it but they never told us WHEN to put it in. so HAH! dumb recipe or else we would've sooo kicked Martha Stewart's butt. i mean she makes it look so simple la. PFFFFTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141085130949064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jNsB5C97I/AAAAAAAAAaI/FH7inYKLUyo/s320/PA200023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mum's very cool electric mixer which mixed the batter a bit "too well"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141085620575336386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jOIh5C98I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/930IIgRbsL0/s320/PA200025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;okay there's a very very good reason why there's a butter knife in the batter. umm we kinda forgot to "soften" the butter coz we put it in the fridge and it didn't actually mix properly with the sugar and everything so we had to use the butter knife to cut it up and like flatten it. so yea aren't we genius. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141086217575790546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jOrR5C99I/AAAAAAAAAaY/h4wsdslzlgQ/s320/PA200030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final batter with all the choc chips which was too soft as u shall see later. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141086904770557922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jPTR5C9-I/AAAAAAAAAag/VCDWltYqbsU/s320/PA200027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jo was trying to salvage the batter which i deemed unsalvage-able!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141087385806895090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jPvR5C9_I/AAAAAAAAAao/qOW7GI-BaPA/s320/PA200026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see that's what i mean. it became sorta cupcake-like and Jo added Hershey's choc syrup and icing sugar. ZOMG! ha ha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141087974217414658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jQRh5C-AI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5stLjftJ77M/s320/PA200028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;our 2nd batch which actually LOOKED like cookies but were still very inedible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141088609872574482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jQ2h5C-BI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6spi1OyzyQE/s320/PA200034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i mean it looks good right?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141089090908911650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jRSh5C-CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/p_4pBL5_vlI/s320/PA200032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;we are sooo the next Martha Stewarts.just you wait. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack: The Poems - Ballad of a bitter end&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" i'll write a book, the saddest book, and it will be our story"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6852128240620893242?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6852128240620893242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6852128240620893242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6852128240620893242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6852128240620893242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/were-next-martha-stewart.html' title='we&apos;re the next Martha Stewart.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1jNsB5C97I/AAAAAAAAAaI/FH7inYKLUyo/s72-c/PA200023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8366558989567976681</id><published>2007-12-05T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:01.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beatles = &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1WA_h5C96I/AAAAAAAAAaA/xeJvz-7YdOw/s1600-h/061120074865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140156378631042978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1WA_h5C96I/AAAAAAAAAaA/xeJvz-7YdOw/s320/061120074865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;zomg jewin. wat u looking at?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING LOVE ACROSS THE UNIVERSE!!!!! seriously. it's the weirdest show ever. boring in terms of storyline but absolutely FABULOUS soundtrack. therefore i pledge my undying loyalty to Jim Sturgess and the Beatles!!!!!!!! the Beatles are definitely one of the greatest musical genius of all time!!!! *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Jim Sturgess - Strawberry Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" let me take you down coz i'm going down to strawberry fields"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8366558989567976681?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8366558989567976681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8366558989567976681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8366558989567976681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8366558989567976681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/beatles-3.html' title='the beatles = &lt;3'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1WA_h5C96I/AAAAAAAAAaA/xeJvz-7YdOw/s72-c/061120074865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-3597651147683329354</id><published>2007-12-03T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are we falling or flying?</title><content type='html'>today has been a good good day. ha ha. i went for lunch with Piano Boy from now on known as PB. we had Mcds. which is sooo not good for our arteries but i mean wth la. haha. oOo. and i met my cousin who came back from OZ who bought m Pods!!! mint and snickers flavoured!!! I LOVE HER AND PODS!! ha ha. oh oh and i got a NEW haircut!!! yes yes yes. no difference la. other than the fact that it's shorter and much more layered. and honestly i think i'm gonna marry a hairstylist when i grow up so i can have nice smelling hair everyday! wait. i DO have nice smelling hair everyday. HA HA. so yes. my birthday parties are in less than a week's time! YAY!! bwa ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; i got tagged. after what seems like ages. ha ha. i mean actually Denise tagged me as well but this tag is WAYY cooler. heh. sorry hunn. i'll do yours 2moro or sthin la k? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 : On the outside&lt;br /&gt;Name : Rebecca Chew&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth : 12 November 91&lt;br /&gt;Current status : Single and available which is absolutely flirt-tastic ;)&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour : my passport says brown but my i.c says black. so brownish-black.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty : Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign : well i'm a goat and a scorpio. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 : On the inside&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage : Chinese + Indian = chindian&lt;br /&gt;Your fear : rejection, snakes. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness : insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza : Pepperoni and Magherita. ooo yumm. ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: Yesterday, today and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your first thoughts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday : "CHURCH!"&lt;br /&gt;Today : "ZOMG! who's calling me at such an ungodly hour?" *ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow : ?&lt;br /&gt;Your bed time :&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday : 1 am then 4 am again. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;Today : 12am&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : -&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory : early this year when everything was still fine between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4 : Your pick&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : Coke. duh!&lt;br /&gt;McD's or Burger King : McD's&lt;br /&gt;Single or group date's : well it depends. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : Nike&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestle : Lipton.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : CHOCOLATE! definitely. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cappuccino or coffee : FRAPpuccino. (zomg starbucks was closed today! wth man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 : Do You&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : Nope&lt;br /&gt;Curse : Yeah. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 6: In The last month&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : yup.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to Mall : yup. i haven't been to pavillion thou. :(&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage : yup!&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi : Yup&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 7: Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Played a strip game : MAYBE. *cue "dark and mysterious" mode* ;)&lt;br /&gt;Change who were to fit in : Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 8 : Age&lt;br /&gt;Age you hoping to get married : anytime i find my prince charming or meet Jon Mcloughlin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 9 : In a girl / boy&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour : oOo. Brown or green. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour : Brown&lt;br /&gt;Short hair or long hair : long in a Patrick Dempsey/Jon McLoughlin/Zac Efron kinda way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 10 : What were you doing&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 1 min ago : answering all my IMs.&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago : stressing bout SPM! which is now over. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago : prob Fencing Junior Circuit in Perak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139661851801614146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1O_OR5C90I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ALEysKd4jVE/s320/Sel.jr+circuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 11 : Finish the sentence&lt;br /&gt;I love : to have deep reflective conversations over a cup of coffee. :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel : super super confused. piano boy, i need help!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss : my innocence.&lt;br /&gt;I need to : stop eating so much candy. seriously. nti kena diabetes plak. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 12 : You tag 5 people &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139664536156174162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1PBqh5C91I/AAAAAAAAAZY/1OzAt53Lf7k/s320/JoJo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 1. Jocelyn Wong. (eh can update ah?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139665798876559202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1PC0B5C92I/AAAAAAAAAZg/4hvzDndROmU/s320/DSC07053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 2. Gillian Gan (hunn, come back from OZ quick!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139666636395181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1PDkx5C93I/AAAAAAAAAZo/MAFKVo8se2c/s320/SMILEEE.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 3. Denise Siau. (eh this friday we go cell la! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139667379424524162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1PEQB5C94I/AAAAAAAAAZw/IoUEbWehh4c/s320/P7230036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 4. Cheryl Ho.( i'm going over to Putra Heights to steal your very very cool bed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139668148223670162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1PE8x5C95I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/s_zScxPsJ44/s320/violet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. Violet Lee.&lt;/div&gt;    (ZOMg! i can't believe i saw u in GT last sunday. i still owe u 3 bucks btw! eh tell me if u come chuch nxt week la. heh. and i think we need a new pic. this one a bit basi. ha ha. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: The Weather Machines - Stains of Saints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Time's been all figured out and you've left absolved of doubt"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-3597651147683329354?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3597651147683329354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=3597651147683329354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3597651147683329354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3597651147683329354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/12/are-we-falling-or-flying.html' title='are we falling or flying?'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1O_OR5C90I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ALEysKd4jVE/s72-c/Sel.jr+circuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-2082391317770894666</id><published>2007-11-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe in happy endings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; i am tired. period. seriously. walking from Pyramid to the steamboat place and walking back is nooo joke. i mean it wasn't very far neither was it THAT tiring but i get to b as dramatic as i want to be so there. pfft. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i watched Enchanted today!!! ZOMG i love Patrick Dempsey and Jon McLoughlin!!!! it IS as corny and cheesy as any Disney movie but i mean it's got loads of laughs, eye candy and those moments that make u feel all warm and fuzzy inside. ha ha. especially the end. MUST WATCH i tell you. even if u have to drag your friends by their sideburns! heh. thank God i didn't have to. ha ha. well the group consisted of Tim, Nit, Ikhwan, Tse Jing, Ozri, Bryan, Jian, Cheryl, Michelle and I. i seriously think we have a very very serious shortage of girls in out group. *shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; well after the movie i bumped into Denise!!!! who i haven't seen in a while and i'm so so sorry babe i couldn't make it after Rainforest. we were super hungry and went straight to the steamboat place, Summer. we shisha-ed for a bit and i FINALLY learnt the "proper" technique. apparently i was sucking the tube thingy like sum milk bottle when i'm supposed to suck it like a straw. -_- okay.. ha ha. oh and i can blow the smoke thingy out of my nose!!!! i'm soo cool *flips hair* ha ha. ooo and i bumped into Eric, Natalie and Frederick in pyramid too. and Paul!!! who said i was to b his prom date in form 5 bout 3 years ago but i doubt he remembers. PFFT. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; well i have pictures. and i hope they load up. it's gonna b pretty random pictures. and i honestly think i need a new camera. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138648388105708418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Ale7aso4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Jdcy1DQySKM/s320/PA150001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ikhwan &amp;amp; michelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138648740293026706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Alzbaso5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/biE2LIKYDBE/s320/PA150002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nit's constipated face &amp;amp; i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138649195559560098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1AmN7aso6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/bLHPS-Id_DU/s320/PA150003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the ever Lala James who was pretty ass. more on that later. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138650668733342642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Anjraso7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/8N-pklSr4CM/s320/PA150005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheryl who was very unprepared for this photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138651347338175426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1AoLLaso8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/9nW_S0YRBdI/s320/PA150006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i HAVE to put this pic up coz it's the only one i have of Jian. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138651974403400658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Aovraso9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/0GO_uXXIDv8/s320/PA150007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CHERYL:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138652236396405730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Ao-7aso-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/DY713TvNZZA/s320/PA150008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheryl. again. eh u damn camwhore la. wait. i mean I'm damn camwhore. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138653842714174450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Aqcbaso_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UkSZEFwUbZw/s320/PA150009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the very sexy Michelle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138654328045478914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Aq4raspAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LaIdvnLRUMw/s320/PA150010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;don't we just look soo happy in this photo?! ha ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656638737884178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1As_LaspBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PIBlxW9dH9U/s320/PA150011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the girls. i honestly think there's a shortage of girls in our group. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657562155852834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1At07aspCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gG5YBavqWDQ/s320/PA150012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;James, Becky and Ikhwan. take 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138658236465718322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1AucLaspDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/5w121KIvhCk/s320/PA150014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;James, Becky and Ikhwan. take 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138658781926564930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Au77aspEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZlfrPh2vYtY/s320/PA150015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;James, Becky &amp;amp; Ikwan. take 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138659194243425362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1AvT7aspFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oEvaFqnu7Lc/s320/PA150017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;they call this umm.. candid. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660401129235554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1AwaLaspGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/h0IajDRVu_g/s320/PA150018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;right before we left. cheryl's legs damn sexy man. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; eh forget what i said about marrying Justin or John. I'm marrying Patrick now. eventhough he's ALREADY married. SIGH. nvm la. i'll marry Jon Mcloughlin instead. who's apparently single. i mean i don't actually know but let's just assume he is okay?! ha ha. i should go sleep. i'm pretty bushed. heh. well NITES!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Soundtrack: Jon McLoughlin - So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We're so close to reaching that famous happy ending and almost believing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this one's not pretend."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-2082391317770894666?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2082391317770894666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=2082391317770894666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2082391317770894666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2082391317770894666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-believe-in-happy-endings.html' title='i believe in happy endings.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R1Ale7aso4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Jdcy1DQySKM/s72-c/PA150001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6387732753808609146</id><published>2007-11-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:03.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm NOT moving</title><content type='html'>I AM NOT MOVING. i repeat. I AM NOT MOVING ANYMORE!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138280489797067634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R07W4baso3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/v-o28bWGkEo/s320/P5290029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love blogspot and i promise i shall never move again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes yes yes. if u had gone on that wild goose chase i'm very very sorry. but u see, my beckychew.blogspot is quite screwed up as in i can't change the template. sum XML error, something my poor almost IT-illiterate brain cannot comprehend. which seriously sucks. ok then i tried wordpress which apparently according to ONE particular drummer boy is for "professionals only". konon la. pfft. so yes. i am proud to say i will not b moving neither will i b changing my template anytime soon until i figure out wat on earth this newly coined term XML is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the fact that i've been displaying shopping withdrawal symptoms like drooling over clothes in the mag, staring a bit tooo long at the Gardens's advertisement in the newspaper etc, mum n my godmum brought me shopping yesterday! yes yes yes. and boy it was FUN!!! ha ha ha. seriously. there was almost nobody which meant i could take my own sweet time in the changing rooms. so yay! ha ha. anyway it was a really "productive" trip. oh and mum who was in a very generous mood i must say bought me a new dress for my birthday party. which is next week but seems light years away. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo and i saw Siti Nurhaliza in Robinsons which doesn't really have an effect on me. but it did on all the cashiers over at Robinsons. gosh there was even one woman who was literally gushing and like all jittery. kinda the way i'd feel if i met say.. John Mayer or Justin Timberlake who are both secretly in love with me. i mean they just don't know it yet i guess. it's ok. i'll wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and yesterday i bought the 6th and 7th Harry Potter. i feel freaking outdated. seriously. the lady at the counter was most prob sniggering at my outdated-ness when i asked where the 6th Harry Potter was coz when i asked she went " oh the old one is it?" pffffttt. DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE A LOT OF TIME TO READ HARRY POTTER AH? i mean i do la but i dun wanna look it. but i WILL spend the whole day with Harry if he really does look like Dan Radcliffe in real life. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138271740948685650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R07O7Laso1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/pe_nGUHLwx8/s320/PA140011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;oggle at the beauty of my collection.but i'm pretty sure 345262753 other ppl have it too. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so the past few days i've been clearing out my room. and boy oh boy did i find a lot of things that if i keep will prob make me cringe for years to come. especially if my mum decides to b evil and bring the whole thing up in front of future boyfriends. heh. wishful thinking. zomg i actually have a Britney doll u noe. the one where she's wearing her outfit from the Oops! i did it again video. -_- ha ha. as i was saying, i found all my old high school's uniform like the one from SriKL and the white one from way back when i wasn't a prefect yet which seems like ages.all attempts to fit into them were proven futile due to the umm stimulation of secondary female characteristics by my beloved oestrogen. :D&lt;/p&gt;amongst all that i found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138274330813965154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R07RR7aso2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/zj7E4VSDyjU/s320/PA140010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;cheerleading outfits from days of yore. ha ha. i mean how cool is that. i can fit into them ok. just that instead of the skirt nicely resting on my hips it's squeezing my kidneys. :D not what the cheerleading captains ordered i tell you. ha ha ha. i miss cheerleading to a certain extent. i miss the screaming, laughing, dancing, FLYING, mcdonalds. actually i just miss Cyrens 'o4 la which is THE best cyrens year ever. no offense to recent Cyrens members! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that pretty much sums up my post. don't forget to NOT check the other blogs. since i'll most prob b keeping this one anyway. :) forget the whole "must start new chapter of my life with a new blog" thingymajingy. utter waste of time. new chapters are overrated. in certain cases only like blogs. ha ha. i'll be watching either enchanted or across the universe tomorrow. Mcdreamy or Beatles? sigh. the choices we have to make. ha ha ha. till nxt time. BYEE. :)&lt;/p&gt;Soundtrack: Peter, Bjorn &amp;amp; John - Young Folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If i told you things i did before, told you how i used to be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you still go along with someone like me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6387732753808609146?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6387732753808609146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6387732753808609146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6387732753808609146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6387732753808609146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-not-moving.html' title='i&apos;m NOT moving'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/R07W4baso3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/v-o28bWGkEo/s72-c/P5290029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-123953830080303886</id><published>2007-10-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ass-pee-am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RxXBJOVAfZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/f6HCTfKejI0/s1600-h/P8190063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122212515412999570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RxXBJOVAfZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/f6HCTfKejI0/s320/P8190063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: This Blogger has gone on a blogging hiatus due to the inevitable Ass-pee-am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please check back for updates after the 26th of November when the blogger's life will once again have SOME interesting events! kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: Colbie Caillat - Bubbly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"it's up to my nose, and i crinkle my nose."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hopelessly in love with Nate Archibald,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-123953830080303886?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/123953830080303886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=123953830080303886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/123953830080303886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/123953830080303886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/10/ass-pee-am.html' title='ass-pee-am'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RxXBJOVAfZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/f6HCTfKejI0/s72-c/P8190063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-3332644768276937571</id><published>2007-10-10T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:33:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh why oh why</title><content type='html'>well no prizes for guessing that my life has been pretty uneventful lately. even during the week long PMR hols we all had. bloody SPM. trust me. once this SPM thingy majingy is over, it's "payback" time. bwa ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh almost forgot. one thing that WAS even remotely exciting was me, JOn n Nit planning a barbeque for his birthday. the boy has NEVER had a birthday party. i repeat NEVER! i mean how can you NOT?! so... we're planning one for him. and gosh we got super excited at the thought of good food, nice music, great friends and the boys as expected got excited bout booze. oh well. OMGGM. go watch Gossip GIrl! seriously as in the book series that was turned into an actual tv series. it's good. scandalous. just the way i like it. ha ha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i don't actually have much to say but apparently my blog is in a pathetic state thus this update. anyhoo gtg. books beckon. bloody exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack- The Veils - Under the folding branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEcky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-3332644768276937571?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3332644768276937571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=3332644768276937571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3332644768276937571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3332644768276937571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-why-oh-why.html' title='oh why oh why'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4839694554258385471</id><published>2007-10-01T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:04.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging from your rope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RwDPY-VAfYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J2oMLsryN24/s1600-h/P8160051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116317204647804290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RwDPY-VAfYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J2oMLsryN24/s320/P8160051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I know my blog has been pretty much dead for the past week. i mean there's not much happening lately. for me at least. oh dumb SPM. on the bright side, come 26th Nov i'll be done with high school. which is umm pretty bittersweet for me. more bitter than sweet though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. on Saturday i went to Mid Valley's The Gardens! Yipee... OMGGM. Robinson's is like SHOE heaven. seriously. the other floors are nothing to shout about mainly coz the floor with all the clothes are really messy. as in everything's everywhere. but anyhoo back to the shoes, they even have OScar de la renta!!!! ahhhh... and there's this Itti &amp;amp; Otto brand which has really really adorable shoes. there's tonnes outside Robinsons like Coach, Banana Republic, Gap and the likes. so basically it's kinda like One Utama's High Street meet KLCC. the worst part about the Gardens is that u literally have to cross a road just to get to the old Mid Valley which has all the Zara and stuff. pretty troublesome if you ask me. and boy is it a long walk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116312312680054130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RwDK8OVAfXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xFloKt67Uq8/s320/P8040044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;anyway the other day Lim. Ikhwan and I went to Starbucks, of which they are both permanet residents. i mean they spend so much time there they should just have their mail delivered there! heh. anyhoo we went there to "study". they actually did but i just stared into thin air with my latte and almond biscotti! which is very very yummy i tell you.ha ha. oh and the girl behind the counter said i look like someone and i kembang-ed! heh. though i think the dim yellow lighting had something to with it. haha. bumped into Dee and her mat salleh boyfriend there. she's such a lovesick bitch la. babi man. ha ha. just kidding hunn. u tau i love u kan? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after starbucks, the boys came over to play... MONOPOLY!!! mind you not just any monopoly, we played Star Wars monopoly. and i got to be Princess LEia. bwa ha ha. yes do be oh so jealous. you should have heard Ikhwan shouting at Lim when he said Ikhwan owed him 200 umm star wars dollars! ha ha. super funny. Lim cooked breakfast and Ikhwan was supepr terrified of my dog! felt super guilty eating in front of ikhwan. which reminds me. EH IKHWAN! don't forget my pineapple tarts for Raya tau! i'm crashing ur place in a baju kurung so u'll fall in love with me. BWA HA HA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so that's basically it. OH OH OH! how could i forget?! FACEBOOK!!!!! ahhhh... i'm in love. friendster and myspace are soooo yesterday! add me!! my name's Becky Chew! i mean in facebook la. heh. ;) dinner AND facebook beckons. so i gtg. wait. i digress. has anyone seen the video for Apologize by One Republi &amp;amp; Timbaland? i mean for such a great song that video is just gay. GAY I TELL YOU! heh. anyhoo.. TTFN! muaxx.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack:- One Republic - All we are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I tried to paint you a picture but the colours were all wrong"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4839694554258385471?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4839694554258385471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4839694554258385471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4839694554258385471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4839694554258385471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/10/hanging-from-your-rope.html' title='hanging from your rope'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RwDPY-VAfYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J2oMLsryN24/s72-c/P8160051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-2879043059611042820</id><published>2007-09-26T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:04.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvoQsOVAfWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/A5pTDlx-ZDA/s1600-h/P9070040a+(57).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114418678779116898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvoQsOVAfWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/A5pTDlx-ZDA/s320/P9070040a+(57).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i officially declare Friendster gay, not as in the picture gay, and Facebook THe best network thingy ever!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha ha. i have a week and a half study leave which means i will hardly leav the house and say holed up with all my wonderful revision books. YAY! nit was spot on when he said eventhough SPM is literally round the corner we seem to have taken the very fatal chill pill. great. i mean i AM worried i don't score but i mean it's not like that's making me put in the extra effort thou. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to top it all off, cheryl and i have turned into Mini Ikhwans. yipee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack:- Dishwalla - Collide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"when we collide we lose ourselves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-2879043059611042820?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2879043059611042820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=2879043059611042820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2879043059611042820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2879043059611042820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/zomg.html' title='ZOMG'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvoQsOVAfWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/A5pTDlx-ZDA/s72-c/P9070040a+(57).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1377056333870966079</id><published>2007-09-24T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:04.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams need to be abolished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RveoaOVAfVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CGfDqNq3pMk/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113741070378761554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RveoaOVAfVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CGfDqNq3pMk/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SPM is soo overrated and it's in exactly 43 days time. ha ha. no sweat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack:- The Honorary Title - Stay Away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, I can't dance less it's slow or sad, to a song that's far less obvious"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1377056333870966079?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1377056333870966079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1377056333870966079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1377056333870966079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1377056333870966079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/exams-need-to-be-abolished.html' title='exams need to be abolished!'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RveoaOVAfVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CGfDqNq3pMk/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8716857009666799265</id><published>2007-09-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:31:20.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beguiled.</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by none other than the very lovestruck Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the RULES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has to come up with 8 different points about his / her perfect partner&lt;br /&gt;2. Has to mention the gender of his / her partner&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the 2nd time, there is NO need to do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG my perfect partner is definitely a guy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He sits on roller coasters and doesn't mind playing old-school fun fair games with me.&lt;br /&gt;2. He loves God too.&lt;br /&gt;3. He's as crazy about me as I am about him :)&lt;br /&gt;4. He makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;5. He's someone i can share silence without feeling awkward.&lt;br /&gt;6. He has to be oh-so-witty ;)&lt;br /&gt;7. He doesn;t mind my occasional snoring. heh. :P&lt;br /&gt;8. He's the perfect blend of the boy who never grew up, the sophisticated man and the charming suave. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag: everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: maybe if i stop running away i'll finally find that something special that everyone else seems to have found. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Midnight hour - Running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I , I'll never let you find me. I'm leaving you behind with the past"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8716857009666799265?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8716857009666799265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8716857009666799265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8716857009666799265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8716857009666799265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/beguiled.html' title='beguiled.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4226928030326219265</id><published>2007-09-21T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:20:34.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem from a friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's an English phrase that goes - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;beauty is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; in the eye of the beholder&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until the day i perish,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this phrase will never get older/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Different people have different views on the meaning of beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It can be a lion for it's courage, an eagle;the way it soars or an ostrich; it's agility. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even I, a simple and ignorant man,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have my own perspective of what beauty means;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My very own interpretation of it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beauty i see, in this life i lead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty is the sunrise, Beauty is the sunset;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty is the true friends that i have met;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty is the day, beauty is the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty is when i realize, they're always by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty is the land, the sea and sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty is knowing that they'll always help me without a sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty is the sun, the moon and the stars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beauty is the true friends that visit you eventhough you're behind bars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see Brenda as one who is full of charisma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way Cheryl makes everyone smile, to me remains an enigma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becky; often labelled the "livewire"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle; the love and passion in her is like an undying fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brenda; always there for you till the end of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend that can never be bought with a quarter or a dime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl is one i will always cherish &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right till the day i perish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becky; a fun and awesome person to be with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she is truly an authentic God's gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle is one never to be forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is there to be said? She's an angel from heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not just any poem with phrases that rhyme,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is about the great friends I have in this life of mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends that i relate to beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beauty that is everlasting and is for eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Raphael-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4226928030326219265?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4226928030326219265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4226928030326219265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4226928030326219265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4226928030326219265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/poem-from-friend.html' title='a poem from a friend.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1854933920892817878</id><published>2007-09-19T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:06.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the cookie crumbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the past week or so in which i haven't blogged, a lot has happened. some good some bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; on Saturday, a classmate's brother passed away. he was knocked down by a car and passed away that night itself. i don't want to go into details only because i don't really know what happened exactly. all i do know was he was too young to die. he was 15 and 2 weeks shy of his PMR examinations. i mean for all of us, not having to sit for one of these purpose-less exams is probably bliss but aren't these exams a defining moment in our lives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the past 2 months, 2 people i know have passed away. both below 19. kinda puts things into perspectives eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111874134436054290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvEGcP-RhRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/cY7j2H2uyIs/s320/DSC06067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111876105826043170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvEIO_-RhSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7mCfYN1leXw/s320/P9100032-r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111876664171791666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvEIvf-RhTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bgiJPAYVwgk/s320/DSC05200.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111944443050689858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFGYv-RhUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cpI7IY2TMHw/s320/DSC07056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111950524724381106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFL6v-RhbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/isoG8QwMv8M/s320/DSC06051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111945778785518930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFHmf-RhVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J0H2B0OFFAI/s320/P9100039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111951838984373714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFNHP-RhdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/maD7B9uSfwk/s320/P5260027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111946229757085026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFIAv-RhWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Nz3wXy281ZI/s320/berbuli+take+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111951388012807618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFMs_-RhcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/z1UcSQQmJdE/s320/mimi%27s+bday+partty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111946680728651122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFIa_-RhXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/J8bv4w0q4e4/s320/dee+n+me+aagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111947282024072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFI9_-RhYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d2eBGndOvzc/s320/P7060007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111949141744911778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFKqP-RhaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XzX_tyMahww/s320/P1050343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111948201147073938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvFJzf-RhZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pxQeKopPtyo/s320/lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to all the people in the pics above, know that you mean the entire world to me. and that eventhou i get on your nerves, stop talking to you or find you utterly annoying, i wouldn't trade any of you for the world. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOundtrack:- Stacey Kent - what the world needs now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what the world needs now is love, sweet love. no not just for some but for everyone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1854933920892817878?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1854933920892817878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1854933920892817878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1854933920892817878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1854933920892817878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-cookie-crumbles.html' title='as the cookie crumbles'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RvEGcP-RhRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/cY7j2H2uyIs/s72-c/DSC06067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4701124928054413428</id><published>2007-09-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:06.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another time another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Ruk339vVnzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9Sx5ydl5qyY/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109676686833983282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Ruk339vVnzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9Sx5ydl5qyY/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is great. just great. i'm feel like i'm just another thing to cross off on your to-do list. who'm i kidding? i most probably am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: Jamie Cullum - our day will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;think love and wear a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4701124928054413428?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4701124928054413428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4701124928054413428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4701124928054413428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4701124928054413428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-time-another-day.html' title='another time another day'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Ruk339vVnzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9Sx5ydl5qyY/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-3705308683724336399</id><published>2007-09-10T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:08.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 17th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUjom6HBzI/AAAAAAAAASo/-DJ0zkU2XM0/s1600-h/P7260004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108528532867712818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUjom6HBzI/AAAAAAAAASo/-DJ0zkU2XM0/s320/P7260004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIM DAO WEI!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today is my bestie's 17th birthday! which means he gets to drive me around soon! WOOO HOOO. ha ha. so anyhoo me n Cheryl organized this really last minute party. was s'pposed to b in Baskins but mana tau last min we switched it to Secret Recipe! and i pretty much blew our cover. as the way Michelle put it: Becky you're the worst actress ever! there goes my oscar. ha ha. anyhoo. pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108529378976270162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUkZ26HB1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1mgTnArYmMo/s320/P7260007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Birthday boy makes his wish with his Chocolate Indulgence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108529911552214882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUk426HB2I/AAAAAAAAATA/58W-tXeCWbY/s320/P7260009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ikhwan the camwhore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108530392588552050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUlU26HB3I/AAAAAAAAATI/6jMbeh1mSBQ/s320/P7260012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;us girls. brenda left way early. &lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't actually have the one with the 4 of us but cheryl does! whee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108531161387698050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUmBm6HB4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/bB2ET7UlSVo/s320/P7260018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;James and his Mao Zedong shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108532492827559826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUnPG6HB5I/AAAAAAAAATY/NJzHKkCcCqs/s320/P7260019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheryl putting makeup on James. gosh he's gay! ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108533119892785058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUnzm6HB6I/AAAAAAAAATg/AEYRWaG4k6o/s320/P7260003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;looking bored b4 the food arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we actually invited around 28 ppl but only 12 turned up. oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108534511462188978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUpEm6HB7I/AAAAAAAAATo/FxwbSr3_DmM/s320/P7260008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and finally, the birthday boy and I! :) luv ya hunn. hope you enjoyed yourself eventhough the surprise was pretty much ruined! heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: to all those who attended the party then went to Starbucks, I DO NOT FEEL HORNY WHEN I SEE THAT DUDE!!! ahhhh... heh. long story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just realized i have too much time for sum1 who's SPM is 57 days away. i feel stressed. more MPT pics up soon. patience is a virtue! ha ha.BYEE:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOundtrack:- Marilyn Monroe - Happy Birthday Mr. President.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-3705308683724336399?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3705308683724336399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=3705308683724336399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3705308683724336399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3705308683724336399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-17th.html' title='happy 17th!'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuUjom6HBzI/AAAAAAAAASo/-DJ0zkU2XM0/s72-c/P7260004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7168972114555006493</id><published>2007-09-09T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night of our lives 1</title><content type='html'>Friday was MPT 5 day!!!!woo hooo. MPT is actually Majlis Perpisahan Tingkatan which if translated into english would simply b graduation. see, save all the trouble. anyhoo, IT WAS A BLAST!!! ahhhhh.... seriously. i wasn't expecting to have that much fun. the days leading up to this particular event were kinda uneventful as in there wasn't much hype bout it. but boy was it AWESOME!! ahhhh... anyhoo i have pics.some are a bit blurry thou. :D most of it with me inside which might b good or bad. depends on whether u like seeing my face! :) OH OH. and i won Best Dressed!!! WHEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108149355974952562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPKxm6HBnI/AAAAAAAAARI/fyytJ1DGuNE/s320/P7230014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me, Cheryl, Michelle n Brenda b4 the thing started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108150747544356482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPMCm6HBoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/98tjxfYi7TY/s320/P7230017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;cheryl n michelle. cheryl looks soo rihanna! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108151396084418194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPMoW6HBpI/AAAAAAAAARY/CimNDfhaVnc/s320/P7230019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheryl ngan aku.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108151825581147810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPNBW6HBqI/AAAAAAAAARg/HdwjzTdmhH8/s320/P7230020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pn Ung. i teased her about all the buttons on her dress. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108152594380293810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPNuG6HBrI/AAAAAAAAARo/APDP1ZiCJ8U/s320/P7230021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me, Michelle, Cheryl, Gerard n Brenda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108153109776369346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPOMG6HBsI/AAAAAAAAARw/7VkcaLCyQSQ/s320/P7230024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ke Hui, me, Michelle Tan n Chee Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108153887165449938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPO5W6HBtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MA_-hnLCTgc/s320/P7230022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;michelle looks like she has grillz. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108154522820609762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPPeW6HBuI/AAAAAAAAASA/Sfw3e8dU1Fs/s320/P7230023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me n Michelle Tan who spent 90 bucks on hair, nails n makeup. tabik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108155094051260146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPP_m6HBvI/AAAAAAAAASI/feRl-521Nv4/s320/P7230026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me n Mr Lim who looked absolutely dashing that night! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108155708231583490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPQjW6HBwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4Aw7fzBbgsA/s320/P7230028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me n Jewin. that dumb nut came to my house at 10 in the morning to take his clothes and tell me that he was lazy to b my "date". and no, i didn't go with him. it was s'pposed to b an experiment kinda thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108156309527004946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPRGW6HBxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rh9p7B-k0IA/s320/P7230029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me n Xinghan who has fabulous music taste! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108157147045627682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPR3G6HByI/AAAAAAAAASg/lylQTG5i8qI/s320/P7230034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;michelle the ass crack who kept asking why everyone was smiling without any teeth. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i actually have loads of other pics and i'm still waiting for other pics from Cheryl n DW! but the night was simply incredible. we danced, laughed, smiled, talked, bonded, ate and most importantly had the time of our lives. and oh boy oh boy, Dumbfounded rocked!!! ahhh. seriously. they played P.Ramlee's bunyi guitar, Elvis's Blue Suede Shoes and La Bamba. u ain't getting any cooler than that. and boy was it fun dancing to those tunes! you should see us trying to do the twist and all those moves you're mum does when she listens to elvis! it was hilarious! ha ha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; after the event ended bout 12.30, a bunch of us went down to Asia Cafe to have a drink and play foosball where we met quite a few Seafield-ians! so i ended up at home at around 2 and michelle stayed over. we talked and gossiped about everything that happened which was fun! omggm i think i've used the word fun too many times. anyhoo wait for the rest of the pics k? or even easier just refer to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cherylho.blogdrive.com"&gt;Cheryl's&lt;/a&gt; blog! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; if one word could sum my whole night up, it's gotta be GREAT! so until i upload more pics, BYEE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack:- Jet - Cold Hard Bitch (One Way Street sang this song and Gerard actually shouted the word Bitch which is kinda normal but given the fact that the headmistress, who omggm wore a hat!, was there, let's just say it was pretty much suicidal!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: i actually have so much more to say. more bout MPT soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7168972114555006493?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7168972114555006493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7168972114555006493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7168972114555006493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7168972114555006493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-of-our-lives-1.html' title='The night of our lives 1'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuPKxm6HBnI/AAAAAAAAARI/fyytJ1DGuNE/s72-c/P7230014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6006988897298011369</id><published>2007-09-08T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:10.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just plain awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuJBRG6HBmI/AAAAAAAAARA/R_uTdWMhBUY/s1600-h/P7240053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107716689559488098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuJBRG6HBmI/AAAAAAAAARA/R_uTdWMhBUY/s320/P7240053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guess who won best dressed at MPT last night?! ;) updates pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Jason Wade - You Belong to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6006988897298011369?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6006988897298011369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6006988897298011369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6006988897298011369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6006988897298011369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-plain-awesome.html' title='just plain awesome.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RuJBRG6HBmI/AAAAAAAAARA/R_uTdWMhBUY/s72-c/P7240053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8974801821672342584</id><published>2007-09-05T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:10.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rt6uVBatO4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OYjZdvOOQzE/s1600-h/me+n+nabil+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106710703665658754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rt6uVBatO4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OYjZdvOOQzE/s320/me+n+nabil+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's only natural for me to feel excited when i heard from Denise's blog that this pic was on his myspace kan? ;) and she plans on starting a hate club because of it. thanks hunn. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation's on Friday! and i've got my gorgeous dress from Warehouse and Jewin as my "date". ha ha. hopefully i have lots and lots of pics. ciao then. byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOuntrack: Her Space Holiday - My Girlfriend's Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEcky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8974801821672342584?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8974801821672342584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8974801821672342584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8974801821672342584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8974801821672342584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/09/hell-yeah.html' title='hell yeah.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rt6uVBatO4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OYjZdvOOQzE/s72-c/me+n+nabil+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4474895648054268442</id><published>2007-08-31T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:10.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch me come undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RtfqLRatO3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/u14lU2WvnUY/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104806182022626162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RtfqLRatO3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/u14lU2WvnUY/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soundtrack: The Strokes - Reptilia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&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/30839659-4474895648054268442?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4474895648054268442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4474895648054268442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4474895648054268442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4474895648054268442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/watch-me-come-undone.html' title='watch me come undone'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RtfqLRatO3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/u14lU2WvnUY/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4397294499901615399</id><published>2007-08-30T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:24:16.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 50th love.</title><content type='html'>I've been a Malaysian for as long as i can remember. obviously. a typical Malaysian teenager, if i may. what i mean by a typical Malaysian teenager is a Malaysian citizen, aged 13-19, who doesn't give two hoots bout singing the National anthem properly, reciting the Rukun Negara and not forgetting, complaining about our nation's exam-oriented education system, while enjoying a nice cup of teh tarik or teh o' ais limau, whichever you prefer, and watching the EPL on a big plasma screen. yes. typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; as most of us have already noticed, there has been an overwhelming amount of articles about the struggle towards independence, national unity, la dee da. not to mention the countless people interviewed about our founding father, the late Tunku Abdul Rahman and his oh-so-very-kind soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all these articles which have seemingly appeared out of nowhere give a very pathethic impression of the state of the patriotism of the citizens of Malaysia. seriously. we mostly ignore the journey towards independence lest for some small articles throughout the year but come August, everyone suddenly decides to fly the Jalur Gemilang besides showing off the height and the size of their flag which they most probably think shows everyone their immense pride and patriotism. but behind closed doors, they insult our nation's leaders, the education system, the government, the amount of tax they pay and i bet they even insult the way the mamak down the road toss their roti canai. i mean i'm not trying to be sceptical and scrutinse their efforts at trying to be patriotic but c'mon. the Jalur Gemilang only goes up for 3 weeks and by the 3rd of September, you see them taking it down again. where's the sense in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but despite all my sceptism, un-patriotic-ism, and whatever other -isms there are, i LOVE Malaysia. i sincerely do. i don't fly a Jalur Gemilang outside my house. I recite the rukun negara reluctantly during morning assembly. I complain endlessly about our exam-orientated syllabus. but in the end, i feel an immense amount of pride, joy and love for our country. think about it. as citizens of a South-east Asian country, comparatively we are very very blessed. we're allowed to consume chewing gum without looking over our shoulders. we don't need to travel to any of our neighbouring countries to work as a labourers. we don't have militants who try to overthrow our government while our Prime Minister is not around. i mean honestly. we hardly have to worry about racial riots. we always have enough to eat. we have the freedom of speech however restricted it may be. as teenagers, our only worries are exams and friends and the whole lot. teenagers in places like Iraq worry about when the next bomb might land on their house and teens in Africa have to tread carefully each time they walk so as not to step on a landmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; perhaps we have overlooked all the good this land has given us. perhaps we have taken for granted the toils our ancestors had to go through just so you and i can have a cup of teh tarik peacefully. maybe that's why we need those articles about the people of Malaya's struggle for independence. We need to be reminded of their passion, their sorrow, their joy, their faith and ultimately their hope. We need to revisit the times when racism was just a word as everyone joined hands and worked towards a common goal. Tunku the Musical, which is currently playing at KLPAC, ended with a song about how someday we will all be colour blind. somepeople scoffed at the idea of us becoming colour blind. they believe that we will never be colour blind. but i think we're heading in that direction though. seriously. take a look around and you'll see mixed marriages. Chinese with Indians. Indians with Malays. Malays with Chinese. i am a product of these relationships. which means that my mother and father are colour blind. so i pray that that someday will arrive soon. and even if it takes another lifetime for that someday to come, let's remember our ancestor's struggles and not lose hope aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a very very blessed Merdeka everyone. here's to another 50 years of peace and prosperity. btw, tune in to hitz.fm. there's a song which is in Malay, Cantonese and Tamil. pretty muhibbah if you ask me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack:- Sudirman - Tanggal 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ngo weng yuin tou hai ma lai si ah tong yan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4397294499901615399?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4397294499901615399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4397294499901615399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4397294499901615399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4397294499901615399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-50th-love.html' title='happy 50th love.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6213628190618930941</id><published>2007-08-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:10.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Halfway</title><content type='html'>i've been tagged with a super cool tag! heh. don't know how that works but it just does. capiche? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven things to be done before my death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bungee jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. eat grasshoppers, maggot cheese and all those weird food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. do the whole nude beach thing. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. go on a missions trip to Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. attend a polo match, complete with my summer dress and straw brim hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103369305008716642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RtLPWBatO2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/NGHY3Aa1hxM/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. go on a road trip baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. watch the FIFA world cup finals LIVE. hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven things I will NOT do even if it kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. murder.duh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. purposely have a fashion boo-boo. like an exposed nipple or sthing like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. cocaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. be pressured into doing something i really really don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. give up chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. turn lesbo. i mean i'm not a homophobic or anything, i just personally wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. turn my back on my convictions and shut my conscience up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven things I do when I'm away from the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. talk to the mirror. hey it's my therapy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. talk to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. blog. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. write compositions that reveal my inner most desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. look through all my old stuff and daydream for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. stare at every part of my body and start scrutinising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven fav sentences/quotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. OMGGM man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. babi punani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "Hope is my anchor" -anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting a new world is born"- anais Nin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. "Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love" - Albert Einstein ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. "That Love is all there is, is all we know of Love." - Emily Dickinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. damn screwed up man. -Rebecca Chew! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven favourite songs from all time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Liz Phair - Why can't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Damien Rice &amp; Lisa Hannigan - 9 Crimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Joss Stone - Right to be wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sheila on 7 - Berhenti Berharap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. John Mayer - Daughters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Keane - Somewhere only we know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The Rocket Summer - So Much Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven things I'll make you wish you didn't do if you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Lose hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Go against everything you once stood for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Discriminate others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Forget where you "came from".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Hate your country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Bad-mouth me OR my family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Give chocolate up ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven people to tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jocelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Denise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Gillian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Michelle Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sountrack:- The Feeling - Sewn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s Does anyone love the sartorialist and style.com as much as i do? do tell. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6213628190618930941?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6213628190618930941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6213628190618930941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6213628190618930941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6213628190618930941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/miss-halfway.html' title='Miss Halfway'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RtLPWBatO2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/NGHY3Aa1hxM/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6620670323702244799</id><published>2007-08-22T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:10.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>famileeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsvArBatO1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Nz5yfdchXPg/s1600-h/P7060007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101382848274578258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsvArBatO1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Nz5yfdchXPg/s320/P7060007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         the convoy at KLIA which is only 1/3 of the family!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said spending time with family was boring hasn't met mine! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack:- Sheryl Crow and Sting - Always by your side&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;my yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BecKy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6620670323702244799?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6620670323702244799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6620670323702244799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6620670323702244799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6620670323702244799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/famileeeee.html' title='famileeeee'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsvArBatO1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Nz5yfdchXPg/s72-c/P7060007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7181887845333501999</id><published>2007-08-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joke's on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rsco9hatO0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/X-K_rntMcOg/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100090140427893570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rsco9hatO0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/X-K_rntMcOg/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;why did you lie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was afraid that i wasn't enough for you. that i wasn't pretty enough. or that i wasn't smart enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i just watched an episode of One Tree Hill. and in it, they had bout a month or so lef tto graduation which is actually where i am right now. there was this part where this girl said that even if she didn't admit it, she was actually gonna miss high school. goodness knows why, i started tearing and honestly i felt super silly. but in all seriousness, i know i'm gonna miss high school. i'm gonna miss the scribbled tables, the dark mornings, the gravelled road, the sucky canteen food. i'm gonna miss terrorising the teachers. i'm gonna miss walking towards the school gate thinking "thank God it's over". I'm gonna miss bitchy fights. but most of all, I'm gonna miss that sense of security i get whenever i walk towards school, the way i think to myself: this is MY school. it's that feeling of belonging to something which i think epitomises teenage life that i'm gonna miss. i know i'm gonna feel the exact same way when i enter college or go to uni but nothing beats high school. and i'm not letting anyone tell me any different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so do you still feel that you're not enough for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't think that feeling will ever go away. but i guess i'll just have to learn to deal with it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soundtrack:- Ingrid Michaelson - Masochist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                 "she says you're a masochist for falling for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7181887845333501999?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7181887845333501999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7181887845333501999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7181887845333501999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7181887845333501999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/jokes-on-me.html' title='the joke&apos;s on me'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rsco9hatO0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/X-K_rntMcOg/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8936542343530815089</id><published>2007-08-16T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:11.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then he said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the past few days have been fantabulous! i've scored 2 As so far. which is really really good. :) oh oh and on saturday we had our school's curiculum day and guess who went? :D pelajar cemerlang sial. heh. anyhoo went to get my cert for being a prefect! awww. look how sweet they are. first they give us cool uniforms to go to school in, then the power and now a cert. *tear* goodness. on the same day we launcher our school's something Integrasi which is actually a band of different cultural instruments, brass instruments and the different races playing them. i have pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099192629701982978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsP4rhatOwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/q8u53CZhYUs/s320/P6260011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's the whole band! cool eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099193974026746642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsP55xatOxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/U02nM02MA9M/s320/P6260009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;see what i mean? chinese playing the tabla, malay playing the chinese drums etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099196228884577058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsP79BatOyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4f88Z7WayLY/s320/P6260010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;then the VIPs thought it looked fun so they decided to syiok sendiri also. ha ha. told you my school's cool! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099196997683723058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsP8pxatOzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8F6Dw1VTCso/s320/P6260007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and then there's us! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so that's pretty much it. it was quite a long wait what with all the VIPs making their speech and stuff.OMGGM man. who knew someone could make such a long speech at some high school's curiculum day? i mean if it's the UN i totall get it but at a high school? i mean c'mon! ha ha. oh oh and i stood under the hot sun coz i was part of the barisan kehormat or something like that. i feel oh so cool right now! ha ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhoo. i went to SUnway LAgoon yesterday, in the rain, and had the time of my life. no pics thou. coz my cam was in the locker the whole time. i came back snifling with a slight fever but it was definitely worth it! ha ha. i am soooo going back there after SPM! hell yeah. woo hoo. heh. so i gtg. this post was as you've prob already guessed, completely pointless! and it's my &lt;strong&gt;100th post!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;whopee. cool eh? 100 pure nonsensical rants. ahh. sheer bliss. k then.byeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: it surprises me that you still know me so well. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack:- let's go sailing - better off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8936542343530815089?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8936542343530815089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8936542343530815089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8936542343530815089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8936542343530815089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-then-he-said.html' title='and then he said'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsP4rhatOwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/q8u53CZhYUs/s72-c/P6260011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4237788832099116465</id><published>2007-08-14T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:11.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsFY3qifzRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0zevqdluwdM/s1600-h/P5260024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098453966495141138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsFY3qifzRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0zevqdluwdM/s320/P5260024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIALS ARE OVER!!!! yeee hoooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soundtrack: William Fitzsimmons - Passion Play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4237788832099116465?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4237788832099116465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4237788832099116465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4237788832099116465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4237788832099116465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/overr.html' title='overr.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RsFY3qifzRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0zevqdluwdM/s72-c/P5260024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-3358845621872903076</id><published>2007-08-12T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:11.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siau cha bo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rr30xaifzQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MjScNk7E2iI/s1600-h/dee+n+me+aagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097499483028049154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rr30xaifzQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MjScNk7E2iI/s320/dee+n+me+aagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DENISE SIAU, I MISS YOUUU!!!! after my SPM we HAVE to go out. and makan. and ber-starbucks. and buli howard. and stare at Ian coz he makes weird jokes. and hang out all over again. i think ur camera misses me btw. ;) i noe mine does! :D see you in church 2moro k??!!! LOVE YA. and i dunno why i felt like writing this entry. heh. i bet you love me so much more now don't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack:- get cape. wear cape. fly - I spy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;: damn it la. I WANNA GO FOR NATIONAL SERVICE!!!!!! babi man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&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/30839659-3358845621872903076?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3358845621872903076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=3358845621872903076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3358845621872903076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3358845621872903076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/siau-cha-bo.html' title='siau cha bo'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rr30xaifzQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MjScNk7E2iI/s72-c/dee+n+me+aagain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7986578046771696588</id><published>2007-08-09T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:12.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashionably uninvited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RrrTlKifzOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_xZQCo3wdIA/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096618563760803042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RrrTlKifzOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_xZQCo3wdIA/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 7 papers to go! wheeee. then it's shopping, Lagoon, Melaka, skating, reading and more shopping! all these coz my aunt from England is back! yay! and my cousins are still super adorable. lolz. i don't actually have anything much to say. which probably explains the dip my visitors counter has taken in the past week! sorry la!!!! ai yooo. u don't expect me to have cool things to tell you about every other week right? i mean not like i've even written about anything cool but i'd like to think i do so amuse me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES OH YES!!!! my physics have improved!!!! YES YES YES! see mum, i DO have common sense after all. mum says physics is all about common sense so my 'C' in the past exam was because i lack common sense! but i actually do have common sense! hang on. brb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just made my mum tell me she's proud of me and my tremendous effort in Physics! heh. i have no shame. bwa ha ha. anyhoo i am getting something for my undying loyalty to the prefect's board with a certificate! wheee. which means i have to wake up at 7 on saturday to go to school. fine. not so excited after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096619379804589298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RrrUUqifzPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UermZRvPqHE/s320/PC260013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually feel quite bored writing this post. maybe i should just let my blog die. No no no. what would you do without me kan? KAN? babi. lolz. anyway i gtg. i feel like writing for the merdeka thingy in The Star just to see whether they'll publish it. :D oh oh. i've bought my prom dress! from Warehouse! and i'm wayyy over the moon!!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and this is why i love Grey's Anatomy. their characters say cool and super realistic things. like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because i don't want you doesn't mean i want you to want anyone else&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rest my case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: Modest Mouse - float on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&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/30839659-7986578046771696588?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7986578046771696588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7986578046771696588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7986578046771696588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7986578046771696588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/fashionably-uninvited.html' title='fashionably uninvited'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RrrTlKifzOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_xZQCo3wdIA/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-2620223826794481087</id><published>2007-08-02T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:12.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of exams and fab indie music. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RrHH7KifzNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kzj3T0fMJQY/s1600-h/P6030018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094072472787995858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RrHH7KifzNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kzj3T0fMJQY/s320/P6030018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm currently midway thru my trials. which means i can tick Physics, Add Math II, BM I n EngI off my list. which in all honesty is not a whole lot. I actually have moral tomorrow. which i DO intend on studying! heh. but... mum says she wants to go to Subang Parade. and Subang Parade has Rock Corner and Body Shop and MPH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Rock Corner sells THE best indie music collection around. honestly. they even have jazz music. in French!!! i wanna marry a french man la. lolz. oOo. there's this foreign exchange student in my school. and he's from France! ;) bwa ha ha. Body Shop has a whole new line too. umm some Nectarine and Plum thingy, and Peach!!! we got the nectarine and plum for KM. no wonder you've been smelling good lately! ;) MPH has the latest Vogue/Girlfriend/Dolly! wheeee. bliss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; anyhoo i've gtg peeps. all the above beckon. and boy oh boy, i just went to Tiff's blog. and that woman has an LV bag! noooooo. I WANT ONE TOO!!!!! wait sabar. after SPM. everything's coming in after SPM! i get a new laptop after SPM. i get a brand spanking new ipod after SPM. i get a raise in allowance after SPM. i get the whole box set of Grey's ANatomy after SPM! whopeeee. damn it. everything's after SPM! which coincidentally starts on my birthday! great! ;) byeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; p.s: i got this line off this cool song "tell me that you love me but you never want to see me again". ironic eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: Unkle Bob -Swan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-2620223826794481087?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2620223826794481087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=2620223826794481087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2620223826794481087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2620223826794481087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-pains-and-misunderstandings.html' title='of exams and fab indie music. :)'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RrHH7KifzNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kzj3T0fMJQY/s72-c/P6030018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-119709778257621793</id><published>2007-07-28T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:41:07.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never leave your heart alone</title><content type='html'>i'm currently seated at my study table. wearing my LBD from Zara. for no apparent reason whatsoever. i think my brain's gone dry from all that studying. eventhough i only did 2 chapters. i'm got shopping, lunch and dinner planned tomorrow. my trials start on monday. i'm screwed. did i mention i'm in love with The Rocket Summer? no? well, i'm in love with the rocket summer. :D i'm feeling random. like i always do. i had nice dreams last night. weird. but nice. the kind where everything turned out the way i wanted them to. yea. that's how it felt. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: The Rocket Summer - So much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-119709778257621793?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/119709778257621793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=119709778257621793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/119709778257621793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/119709778257621793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-leave-your-heart-alone.html' title='never leave your heart alone'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1929171184945743480</id><published>2007-07-24T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:12.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the moral of the story goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;: this post was written on Friday, 27th of July. due to my sucky internet connection, it's only posted now. kthxbai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had fun in school today. quite a LOT of fun. with Wani, James n KC. we were actually reaping the benefits of being a prefect, on this, the last day of our umm prefect-ness. i mean to say the last day of us being prefects but apparently we're still prefects. with no duties. and thus with no fun benefits. crap. and yesterday was an emo day for all of us. there were tears, laugh, emo speeches, fake smiles and the like. anyhoo most of us form 5's and upper sixth formers were kinda floating around today. coz it's our LAST day so it was a "do we do our duties or not?". we went with not! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and so. WE ATE LOTS AND LOTS OF LAMB CHOP! yes ppl. u heard me. WE ATE LOADS OF LAMB CHOPS!!! woo hooo. until the canteen had none left. prefect recess rules la. coz there's no one else around. so it was basically just us. and EVERYONE had a lamb chop. and i feel kinda embarassed admiting this coz c'mon the abang uses the roti canai pan thingy to cook the lamb, which may i remind u is quite a cause for alarm, BUT the lamb chop was GOOD! seriously. it's only 5 bucks and it's super yummy given it was cooked on a roti canai pan thingy. :D it comes with soggy fries, coleslaw, black pepper/mushroom sauce, tomato and 3 cucumbers. :D noticed i said tomato not tomatoes. all they do is put ONE piece of tomato amongst the 3 pieces of cucumbers. clever. heh. but seriously the Lamb Chop is THAT good. i mean given the standards of their fries(soggy), wantan(hard) and assam laksa(omggm man. it's like brown water with asam!) the lamb chop is good. :) hunn, dun even bother with the chicken chop. it ain't worth your time. go buy lamb chop on monday k? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamb chops aside, we "adjourned" to the Bilik Pengawas. damn it. i'm gonna miss that room.it's funny how on thursdays when we have meetings, you HAVE to b one of the first to get in. coz when the rest start pouring in and when everyone's been there for a good 30 mins, and THEN you come in, boy are you in for a surprise. the smell of feet greet with you with sloppy kisses and massive hugs. hell i'm all for sloppy kisses and massive hugs but i'll skip the one from smelly feet. and trust me, it's worse on rainy days. oh the horror! ha ha. as i was saying, we stayed in the Bilik Pengawas and talked, gossiped, emo-ed and "poured our hearts out". gosh i sound soo gay. but i still had FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyhoo i have pictures. KM who's now Seafield's Penolong Ketua Pengawas, bought Me, Jo, SL, SY and Debs Tony Roma's for dinner. thanks loads again hunn. and it was awesome as usual! anyhoo here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091826170532449378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RqnM7KifzGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eYlXQX5dH78/s320/P6050002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;jo looking for something to wear. while singing where are my jeeeaaaannns? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092240437308017858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RqtFsqifzMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2jyp3_b4g_c/s320/P6050004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;we had sooo much fun at Tony Roma's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091831474817059970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RqnRv6ifzII/AAAAAAAAAOo/fxoUMXxkzf8/s320/P6050006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;before we ran to the toilet to take pictures! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091832454069603474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RqnSo6ifzJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BLFdDpRqOig/s320/P6050008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091834489884101794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RqnUfaifzKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Pd81TfA6B6k/s320/P6050011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and another one. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhoo i gtg. i've got tonnes to talk bout but i'm SUPPOSED to b studying anyway. so byeee. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wait wait wait. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY FUNKY 17TH TO GILLIAN GAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! love ya hunn. MUAXX.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack: Butterfly Boucher - A Bitter Song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEcky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1929171184945743480?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1929171184945743480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1929171184945743480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1929171184945743480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1929171184945743480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-moral-of-story-goes.html' title='and the moral of the story goes.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RqnM7KifzGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eYlXQX5dH78/s72-c/P6050002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8001812536595757790</id><published>2007-07-19T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:13.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stab me baby one more time</title><content type='html'>omggm. i was visiting &lt;a href="http://www.michelle-chn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle's&lt;/a&gt; and i came across this super cool list that is revealing in a non-revealing kinda way. just how i like them. ;) so i made her "stab" me. bwa ha ha. but it's totally fun. and it helps keep my mind off my intimidating trials which is exactly a week away. whopee. bogus la. lolz. and what with the teachers in school going on and on about how it's the most important exam we'll sit for la dee da. backside. ;) anyhoo. here goes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INSTRUCTION :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;b) Italicize the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;c) Leave the fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 3 people to do the same test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I do not watch tv these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088802191311491906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rp8OoaFZ00I/AAAAAAAAANY/PwOSl5vSoWI/s320/buzz+off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;4) I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;6) I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) I curse.&lt;/strong&gt; heh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) I’m totally smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I’ve broken someone’s bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) I’m paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;15) I love sushi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17) I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;18) I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19) I have at least one sibling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) I couldn’t survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;22) I like the way I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I’m always hyper.&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bwa ha ha. just kidding. :P&lt;br /&gt;28) I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;29) &lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;30) I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;31) &lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;32) &lt;strong&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;33) I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;34) &lt;em&gt;I don’t hate anyone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;35) &lt;strong&gt;I’m a pretty good dancer.&lt;/strong&gt; boleh tahan kut. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088801246418686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rp8NxaFZ0zI/AAAAAAAAANQ/G-8SS4lrzBo/s320/ballet+concert+06.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 36) I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;37) &lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;38)&lt;strong&gt; I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;39) I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40) I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;41) I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;42) &lt;strong&gt;I’ve rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;43) &lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future. &lt;/strong&gt;i want 6! then we can have our own "Von Trapp family" choir. whopee. :P&lt;br /&gt;44) I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;45) I’ve called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;46) &lt;strong&gt;I’m not allergic to anything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;48) I’m shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;49) I have made a move on a friends’ significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;50) &lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;51) I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;52) I would die for my best friend. this is a totally hard question man. no offense. heh.&lt;br /&gt;53) I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;54) &lt;strong&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career. &lt;/strong&gt;oops. ;)&lt;br /&gt;55) I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;56) Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;57) &lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;58) I am happy at this moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;59) I’m obsessed with girls/guys.&lt;br /&gt;60) I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met.&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;strong&gt;I study for tests most of the time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088802766837109586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rp8PJ6FZ01I/AAAAAAAAANg/ioiuc-S_Jn8/s320/me.+before+4c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) &lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) &lt;em&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;64) I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;65) I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;66) I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;67) I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal &amp; dream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;69)&lt;em&gt; I’m proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;70) &lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;72)&lt;strong&gt; I think water rules&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088803862053770082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rp8QJqFZ02I/AAAAAAAAANo/CrKj_WZTk1M/s320/berbuli+take+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;74) I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;75) &lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;76) I fall for the worst people&lt;br /&gt;77) &lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;78) I can’t live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;79) &lt;strong&gt;I don’t know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;80) I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;81) &lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;82) &lt;strong&gt;I can whistle.&lt;br /&gt;83) I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake’s slither.&lt;br /&gt;84) I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;85) I still have every journal I’ve written in.&lt;br /&gt;86) I can’t stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;87) I talk in my sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;apparently i have. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;88) &lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;89) I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;90) Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088805472666506098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rp8RnaFZ03I/AAAAAAAAANw/3ye_qqaeL9s/s320/treeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;91) I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;92) &lt;strong&gt;I can’t stand at LEAST one person that I work with&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;93) I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;94) I cosplay or &lt;strong&gt;know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;95) I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;96) I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;97) &lt;em&gt;I’m an artist&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;98) &lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;99) I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;100) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna stab everyone who's reading this. only coz it's super fun. and fun is something that NEEDS to be shared. eh, tell me if u did this u noe. i wanna see. :D oh oh. i'm in an ad. for my ballet school. in some Media Focus brochure which is prob in your post box right now! go check! :D byeee. muaxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: Radio Citizen - The Hop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8001812536595757790?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8001812536595757790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8001812536595757790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8001812536595757790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8001812536595757790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/07/stab-me-baby-one-more-time.html' title='stab me baby one more time'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rp8OoaFZ00I/AAAAAAAAANY/PwOSl5vSoWI/s72-c/buzz+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7288760238766144332</id><published>2007-07-13T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three cheers for five hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RpefbaFZ0yI/AAAAAAAAANI/n_2UYMHbV9o/s1600-h/P5260028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086709597345534754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RpefbaFZ0yI/AAAAAAAAANI/n_2UYMHbV9o/s320/P5260028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;starbuck's toilet has really yellow lights! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hey guys. been totally exhausted the past week. seriously. skipped school on Monday. coz i overslept. seriously. which is totally unbecoming of me. i mean i only skip school when i actually plan to. haven't TER-skip skool this whole semester. so i was quite distraught at first. my inner nerd especially. gosh you should've heard her ranting on and on about how she DOESN'T skip school. ok lame. anyhoooo i was telling Tim how i felt cool coz i overslept. and he went all : oh, then i must be super cool, coz i oversleep all the time. wtf? lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tuesday was boring, as are ALL tuesdays. and Wednesday, OMGGM, wednesday! i went out with G n DW. like AHHHH!!! we went to Pyramid where we watched the 2nd HArry Potter show in Pyramid, ice-skated till our calves hurt and ate salad at Tony Romas. :D omggm. i had SOOO much fun. and babi punani. this harry potter movie has got to be THE BEST EVER!! seriously. the cinematograpy was excellent, the soundtrack exquisite and oh oh, daniel radcliffe was absolutely divine. :D ahhhhh. G didn't think it was that great thou. wateva la. i thought it was the BOMB. bwa ha ha. but i hated the fact that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cho and harry kissed for soooo blooody long. punani man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they cut quidditch out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ron had soooo few lines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the whole running in and out of the Ministry was cut of. wtf la. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; honestly, if you have the time, go read the book. it is 100% more satisfying. all 700 pages of it. sheer bliss sial. i umm am ashamed to admit, as a pretty much obssesive harry potter fan, that i haven;t read the 6th book. heh. wat to do? my mum forgot to book it the last time. and the 7th's coming out. i feel left out la. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; thursday was FUN! i repeat FUN! really. not fibbing at all! we had the campaigns for Head Prefect 07/08 and boy was it cool. Preman was as cool as ever, KM was ummm typically KM and one dude ( the last one) answered a question totally wrong, forfeiting all the prefects votes and honestly, a majority of the student body's vote. sorry dear. tough luck. sucker. bwa ha ha. sorry. heh. anyway, after the campaign, RB, XH, KC, James, Tharma n I went over to SJ for their prefect's installation and boy oh boy, was it draggy! seriously. it was super long. they gave us briyani, kurma, acar n packet drinks for break which was super weird. i still love SEafield la. lolz. after break, we went in for sum mingling thingy majingy and they got a few reps from each skool to go up. and OMGGM, they called RB and he pulled me out. babi punani man. lolz. seriously. super memalu-fying. sthin he still owes me big time for. heh heh. eh, i think i have sum sorta superioty complex. damn it. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; anyhoo... gtg ppl. we took quite a lotta pics in Starbucks the other day. will post them up real soon. byeeeeee. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: sorry for being quite potong. tired la. and i'm meeting Jo for breakfast 2moro. yipee! :) and thanks loads Jokeserv. Mayday Parade rocks. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack:- MayDay Parade - just say you're not into it ( thanks Jokeserv!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7288760238766144332?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7288760238766144332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7288760238766144332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7288760238766144332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7288760238766144332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/07/three-cheers-for-five-hours.html' title='three cheers for five hours'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RpefbaFZ0yI/AAAAAAAAANI/n_2UYMHbV9o/s72-c/P5260028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-331318115489588209</id><published>2007-07-10T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:13.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>regrets i've grown accustomed to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RpNEHMW7axI/AAAAAAAAANA/CoVRl8ocC90/s1600-h/01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085483294598589202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RpNEHMW7axI/AAAAAAAAANA/CoVRl8ocC90/s320/01.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's my blog's birthday today!!! yipeee!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday oh dear beloved Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thanks, you guys, for reading this lame excuse for a blog. lolz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoooo. i need to rant. so if ur in a rush bt checked to see whether there were any important updates, well, there isn't. so run along now. :D but if u feel like being nice and reading anyway, then umm. awwwwww. heh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something heartbreaking happened today. no i won't say what. just that it was quite heartbreaking. curiousity killed the cat this time la. i digress. screw my shuffle man. i want emo songs and it keeps shuffling to those happy i wanna dance kinda songs. great. even my shuffle is screwed up! as i was saying, curiosity killed the cat. and this cat's died 9 times. i so don't make sense. anyway. i think i gave someone that satisfaction today. you know the kind where it makes you feel good in that "padan muka" kinda way? cue for metaphor: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your old high school's basketball coach won't let you on the varsity team eventhough you attend every practice, cheer at every game and god forbid, use deodorant! and you can't help but feel that "grudge" and start imagining the perfect scenario where you change schools and become your new school's MVP and better yet, trash your previous school's team. ha ha. it hardly happens but this time it did. only thing is I'M the basketball coach. yipee. babi man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no i don't like the feeling. apparently it gets better. but it's not. i wish we kinda had an emotional dial which we control. like if you're feeling emo, just turn the dial and you'll b happier faster than you can say "where got emo?". yup yup. oh well. i should just go shoot myself. metaphorically i mean. :D and yes, it's most definitely a regret i've grown TOO accustomed to. but even if i've grown accustomed to it, it still hurts and sucks 100%!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: Lifehouse - Take me away(acoustic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: i had to look for the song. dumb shuffle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-331318115489588209?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/331318115489588209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=331318115489588209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/331318115489588209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/331318115489588209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/07/regrets-ive-grown-accustomed-to.html' title='regrets i&apos;ve grown accustomed to'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RpNEHMW7axI/AAAAAAAAANA/CoVRl8ocC90/s72-c/01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-3734514504830393652</id><published>2007-07-07T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answer the call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Ro9v1sW7avI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4Ce-rOAHu8E/s1600-h/DSC05816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084405472555657970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Ro9v1sW7avI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4Ce-rOAHu8E/s320/DSC05816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 7.07.07!!! damn it i wish i had a cool birthday. i, sadly, will never get to enjoy those "once in a lifetime" birthdays that some ppl who just so happpen to pop out on a nice date will. the newspapers will never ask me whether 7 has proven to b my lucky number. i won't feel the need to number every single car i own, my house, my handphone number and decide how many kids i'm gonna have accodring to a "lucky" number! sigh. the life of a person who doesn't have a cool birthday. bwa ha ha. suckers la. umm. sorry. lolz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Today's Live Earth day!!! whopeee. i'm pretty excited. it seems as if every time we have a cool date, we have something cool to celebrate! last year, was the controversial release of the remake of The Omen and it was the devil's date n stuff. and there apparently was a prophesy that it'd b the end of the world or some shit like that. so last year's was boring but this year. phwoar. this year we have a super cool event to celebrate. and it's something that all of us can b a part of. so according to it's webbie, Live Earth is kinda like Live8. but this time, they're all about global warming. i mean have you guys noticed how it's super stuffy and hot even at 7 in the morning. not good i tell you. 50 years from now we'll prob b melting our butts off. and the glacial part of mount everest'll prob b a puddle of really cold water. leaving mount kinabalu as the highest mountain in the world. which will cause an explosion in tourist revenue. bwa ha ha. kidding. anyhoo, so we've all got to do our part. and no wearing green doesn't warrant it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and since we're all teenagers, with no car, and not much money other than our allowances which we can always do with more of, and kerana kita masih dikongkong ibu bapa, all we can really do is umm, walk more often. but then again in malaysian weather, it's like suicide to walk home after school! sooo... you know how most of the times we buy choc in skool? and those limpy fries/wantan from the canteen? well. most of our skools are equipped with recycling bins EVERYWHERE!!! so let's do our part for our delapitating environment, and recycle! everyday!! reduce carbon emission ppl!!!! plant trees! walk! cycle! read becky's blog! heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; a MASSIVE birthday shoutout to Ryui Bynn, Michelle Lee and everyone else who has a cool birthday to remember for the rest of your life. go do something cool, like eat 7 chocolates, take 7 showers or tell 7 random ppl it's your birthday and watch them react. lolz. wait. DON'T TAKE 7 SHOWERS!!! wasting water la. xbaik tau. umm. plant 7 trees la!!!! even IF you don't have a green thumb! lolz. it'll b good for the environment. heh heh. i've got another brilliant idea. Ryui bynn, you shouldn't drive to school for the nxt 7 days. ahhh. pure genius sial. bwa ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084406353023953666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Ro9wo8W7awI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qvSeEIRkHgM/s320/Jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; JO's birthday's tomorrow!!!! the girl's turning a super duper SWEEET sixteen. and she's having a slumber party which yours truly can't attend coz mum exercised her parental authority and has banned me from parties till after SPM!! yes yes. start sending in all your sympathy e-mails! that girl rocks laa!!! ha ha. apparently she doesn't noe how to camwhore. liar sial. lolz. and she's turning 16 b4 me. which is soooo not fair. babi la. she's gonna rub it in wan. confirm. say i young kid la. ntah ape la. xpe xpe. i finish high school earlier!!! bwa ha ha. in your face babe. mua ha ha. love you to pieces la. and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! and i hope you have loads n loads of fun today n 2moro. :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i chopped my hair off today. sigh. apparently, cutting 3 inches off doesn't warrant a senior supervisor dude at A cut Above or even 45 bucks for that matter. mum offered to cut it for me. but OMGGM man. and coz the possibility of my hair being totally screwed up is quite up there, i decided NOT to take the risk. so she brought me to "our neighbourhood salon" where she washed her hair, gossiped, sipped chinese tea n got a massage. so NOW i know why i had to cut my hair there. babi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; XH just gave a HUGE list of songs to download and Gosh, they're all freaking good!! as in seriously. they deserve to b shared. coz they're not mainstream. so ppl bile korg ade masa, sila download: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;OkGo - You're so damn hot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kings of Convenience - I'd rather dance with you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death Cab for Cutie - Lack of color&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ash - Renegade Cavalcade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue October - calling you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Varios artisas - Clocks (which you can't find on Ares :( )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AFI - Girl's not gray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; yes yes. indie music rocks la. :D anyhooo. gtg ppl. i'm gonna wallow in self pity coz i can't make it for jo's party. SIGH. oh and make your live earth pledge ppl. save our earth!! it's the only planet with chocolate anyway. ;) visit &lt;a href="http://www.liveearth.org/"&gt;http://www.liveearth.org/&lt;/a&gt; for more details. and to watch all the live earth concerts live if you can't catch them on tv. k then. byeeee. muaxx.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack: Amos Lee - Colors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mucho sayang,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BecKy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-3734514504830393652?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3734514504830393652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=3734514504830393652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3734514504830393652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3734514504830393652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/07/answer-call.html' title='answer the call'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Ro9v1sW7avI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4Ce-rOAHu8E/s72-c/DSC05816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1306293723313940194</id><published>2007-07-03T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:13.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Liberation's not just for the needy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RooHnsW7auI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rsePnSwsfCs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082883507944647394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RooHnsW7auI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rsePnSwsfCs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i've only just begun to understand that liberation is not a right. it's a privellege. one that most of us take advantage of. not the "suppressed, human rights" type. but more the jump around with not a care in the world and no teenage emo angst type. which unfortunately has for the past few months, been almost impossible for me to achieve. damn it. i miss that liberation. which prob explains the pic of the girl jumping. she seems happy. but you can't actually see her face. so perhaps she was crying but at the same time posing for the pic. you know, that act that most of us have perfected? the one where your heart is at the pit of your belly but you face is grinning like some cheshire cat.&lt;br /&gt;i had an argument with joel the other day. it was bout emo-ness. in my opinion, we should just suck up all that emo-ness, cry alone at home and smile and not burden other ppl with ur emo-ness. eventhou i contradict myself quite frequently. but joel thinks doing that would mean i'd be living somewhat a lie. that i should show the person i'm emo-ing about that i'm emo. but then again wouldn't that somehow give the person some kinda satisfaction? the ha ha now your'e the emo one kind of satisfaction. and sorry joel, but my ego just won't permit it. i need to deflate my ego now. before it backfires another time. wait. it already did. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: Michael Buble - It had to be you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1306293723313940194?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1306293723313940194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1306293723313940194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1306293723313940194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1306293723313940194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/07/liberations-not-for-needy.html' title='Liberation&apos;s not just for the needy'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RooHnsW7auI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rsePnSwsfCs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-5666415189038335311</id><published>2007-07-02T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:14.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable-waste-your-time thingies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i've not done adorable-waste-your-time thingies in a long long time. and i've found one, on friendster, which is definitely waste-your-time-esque. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i'm not allowed to answer the first few questions but by yes or no. but i'm gonna add a dunno in. hah suckers. :P oh and i'm not s'pposed to explain my answers unless asked. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed someone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. DUH. do i look like sum bloody juvenile delinquent ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed someone you didn't like?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You like someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. i'd prob die of a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. almost did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;A: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Done something you told yourself&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;A: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Laughed until you started crying?&lt;br /&gt;A: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;A: .yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all&lt;br /&gt;your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;A: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. but i want to la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Had/have a gym membership?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. (refer to the pic way below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Made a girlfriend/boyfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;A: dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Donated Blood?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;A: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;A: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was your last?"&lt;br /&gt;just be 100% truthful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;Lim Dao Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;Dao Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;umm. ZhiLi, Alfred:), Jeff n Darryl i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;mum. and met G n her mum there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Dao Wei. omggm man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;my mum. i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;my little cousin, josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You cried with?&lt;br /&gt;don't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue?&lt;br /&gt;tongue. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk?&lt;br /&gt;whole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or get shot?&lt;br /&gt;die in a fire. coz apparently the carbon monoxide puts you in a slumber and u just kinda die. so no pain! yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall?&lt;br /&gt;winter. coz winter means christmas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;windy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;19, Jalan USJ X/4 :D come stalk me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Song?&lt;br /&gt;anything jazzy man. lolz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;twirl la. how to cut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do You Cook?&lt;br /&gt;yes. :D maggi mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Liked someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes. that's my super boring adorable-waste-your-time thingie. :D OMGGM ppl. i gt 6th placing for Jogathon. wooo hooo. and Jo gt 5th and Su Ling gt 2nd and Kar Mern gt 3rd. cool leh. lolz. anyhooooo. i got this picture from &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt;. which has the most awesome, sad and awwww secrets ever. lolz. anyhooooo. bye ppl. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret,blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082564542198409938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RojlhcW7atI/AAAAAAAAAMg/igHnzbLMdRE/s320/hell+yeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hell yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Soundtrack - Michael Buble - Dream a little dream of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BecKy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-5666415189038335311?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5666415189038335311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=5666415189038335311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5666415189038335311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5666415189038335311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-not-done-adorable-waste-your-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RojlhcW7atI/AAAAAAAAAMg/igHnzbLMdRE/s72-c/hell+yeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7047266252271809982</id><published>2007-06-28T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:14.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoOkq8W7asI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8fTFufxiGXc/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081085862267808450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoOkq8W7asI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8fTFufxiGXc/s320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently i'm a bombastic writer! ;) well. yipee me! lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle is currently going thru sum of the motions that i'm just oh so familiar with. which is no biggie actually. who'm i kidding la? it sucks. sigh. the days have been emo. and to top it all off with whipped cream and a nice cherry, i'm sick. :( as in sniffling, coughing every 20 secs and feeling hot all over kinda sick. but my mummy said she's bringing me to OU tomorrow. coz i'm skipping school!! :D actually right, i'm skipping coz 2moro's this gotong royong perdana crap and i'm sick. but i mean staying at home sniffling away and wasting tissue paper which indirectly kills all those pretty trees is not very happening la. soooo... I'M GOING SHOPPING!! wahahah. all you ppl who work in OU and are bored coz no one goes shopping on weekdays, HERE I COME!!! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. ppl. Zara gt sale. :D and MNG too. but remember my rants bout how i couldn't fit into umm... know wat? let's not talk bout it shall we. heh. and Aldo's on sale too. umm. i think the whole of Malaysia's caught on the Sale bug. Thank God! then my mummy can buy me all the things i want without the obligatory nagging about how i should work hard so i can pay for HER jimmys and Burberrys. had to burst her bubble coz i HAD to tell her that they don't make them in her size. wahahhaha. the woman's a size 3! 3!!! maybe she's actually sum princess from china who had her feet bound when she was little and she escaped to Malaysia to umm.. escape her arranged marriage to sum cinapek prince from (insert weird sounding chinese name) province. yea yea. shit. i'm so lame la. punani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGM!!! Gillian came to school yesterday!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! i kinda talked to after she arrived on tuesday night. but seeing her is like a whole different thing man. like it or not i'm giving you a detailed account of what happened yesterday. suckers. anyhoo the whole gang was waiting outside school as usual when me, cheryl n michelle saw this red glimmer. and it belonged to a sonata. which is like Gillian's mom punye car. and we just screamed our lungs out and ran to the car. seriously. everyone was looking at us, prob thinking wtf. but omggm man. all 4 of us were shaking. and it was kinda surreal. it was super ironic too coz just 3 days ago we were taling on MSN bout how we missed her and how we even had a countdown till tuesday. but it was super good seeing her. 4 of us were grinning from ear to ear looking rather juvenile i might add and it felt like how it was back in form 3. when it was always the 4 of us. gosh. so much has happened since then man. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after skool, we went over to DW's place, which has become our inofficial meeting place. anyhoo, and we hung out for a while, b4 DW dropped me n Michelle home to take a shower n stuff. then G,DW, tim, ikhwan, michelle n i walked over to taipan where we hung out at Leo's, which i consider a kind of Lala place but dun mind me. heh. Jo n Cheryl joined us after that and we went back to DW's place to camwhore, listen to Michael Buble, prod G to make sure she's real, ask her for all the dirty gossip back in OZ and just chill. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. gtg. Add math beckons. remember how i couldn't focus on differentiation. umm. i'm still stuck on the same differentiation page much to my dismay. punani sial. lolz. okay then. byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Toby Lightman - Real Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO,&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7047266252271809982?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7047266252271809982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7047266252271809982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7047266252271809982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7047266252271809982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/apparently-im-bombastic-writer-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoOkq8W7asI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8fTFufxiGXc/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4778524403727392038</id><published>2007-06-26T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:16.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; i've been trying to focus on differentiation for the past 15 minutes whilst listening to the likes of AFI, Coldplay and Damien Rice. i mean it's hard enough concentrating without the very entertaining distraction. actually, i've been so easily distracted these past few days it's not funny anymore. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the past few weeks have been pretty bittersweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's been "bitter" coz:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SPM's in 18 weeks time. and coz i'm taking 10 subjects i have exactly 1 week n 5 days to study each subject! yipee me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the perpisahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm retiring as a prefect sooooon. eh being prefect fun la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had my last, i think, leo BOD meeting today. i feel old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i still can't get physics. damn newton la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can't fit into a size 2 at MNG! :( i feel fat. i mean wat's the point of reducing the price of jeans to 95 bucks if most of us can't wear them la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i put on weight! so maybe just some of us can't wear MNG's stupid sizes. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mum won't buy me a car. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but it's been SUPERR sweet because....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MNG ada sale sampai 50% sial!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went to Bangsar. again! and this time gt hot guys. yipeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i bought all these yummy candy and snacks kat BV ( bangsar village)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I FOUND STARBURST'S JELLYBEANS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jo's still sending me letters! :) and she gave me a badge that says: paint me newyork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yew Tian's teaching me physics! ;) for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dun think i'm THAT fat la. :P i still boleh pakai MNG punye XS top! yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and the bloody penultimate why this week ROCKS : ITU GILLIAN GAN CHIAH LING BALIK HARI INI AH!!!!!! wooo hooo.. omggm man. she's landing at 7 sthin. so by the time she comes out should b around 9 la. and that's y we didn't go down to the airport to jumpe dia. :p eh woman! faster come visit us pleeeeaaaaasssseeeee!!! :) faster. and come JOGATHON!!! kita lari sama sama. :) dan watch itu Transformers! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and coz blogger punye pictures uploader banyak cepat hari ini saya nak upload gambar gambar random! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080310556570138386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDjiNkHtxI/AAAAAAAAALg/ccJSuA1Det8/s320/violet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Violet n I. Summer Splash. at 11 in the morning. she was on last year's July cover.and girl, i still owe u 3 bucks la! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080310964592031522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDj59kHtyI/AAAAAAAAALo/tdEu40s9AFU/s320/sheer+joy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nit: what on earth is becky doing la?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;G: omggm. these ppl damn embarassing. better cover my face!&lt;/p&gt;Jon: eh becky damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: i dun know them laaa....&lt;br /&gt;D.W: wtf? smile only la&lt;br /&gt;Becky: shit i wanna climb up the couch la. crap. always remember to smile at the cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080311140685690674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDkENkHtzI/AAAAAAAAALw/jhymxB-aAl8/s320/SEL.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i miss u guys la. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080316496509908802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDo79kHt0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tDhi4vk2jyk/s320/CIMG0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt; leo installation rehearsal 06. when i was incoming BOD. siiiigggghhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080317364093302626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDpudkHt2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/oZU50mUFi6A/s320/parentals.jpg" border="0" /&gt; right after Pee came back from Japan with a blue comb and peach flavoured lipice. nit was just SS-ing. :P &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080309762001188610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDiz9kHtwI/AAAAAAAAALY/7j4kNbqCrdw/s320/nabil..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me n Nabil. right before our modelling gig. and yes jo, i think he's hot too. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080317785000097650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDqG9kHt3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-kDYdC1l1rY/s320/CIMG0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the now disbanded Overdrive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080316956071409490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDpWtkHt1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OfsmnQ1eirs/s320/DSC03445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;eh you guys, let's take a 2007 version of this pic! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yea. i very free now. heh. gtg differentiate some bloody equation thingy la. oh oh, Pn Chin cried in class today. AGAIN! i feel bad for her la. but it was quite funny. coz Yew Tian said sthin that made her laugh too. lolz. anyhooo... BYEEEE PEEEEPS! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: i keep trying not to look at you but it's kinda hard. but i mean my efforts pay off la. i only look when i know you're not looking. and everytime i look i see " what if?", "should i?" and i start feeling screwed up. but i bet you've boycotted my blog anyway. so you won't see this. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack:- Michelle Featherstone - Go On My Child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4778524403727392038?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4778524403727392038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4778524403727392038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4778524403727392038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4778524403727392038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-trying-to-focus-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RoDjiNkHtxI/AAAAAAAAALg/ccJSuA1Det8/s72-c/violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6325879157735868935</id><published>2007-06-25T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:47:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i understanf the whole theory on how some things happen for no reason. but hunn, with and for me, everything happens for a reason even if i answer your question by saying "some things happen for no reason la". because in the end i know that EVERYTHING happens for a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack - AFI - Prelude 12/21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6325879157735868935?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6325879157735868935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6325879157735868935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6325879157735868935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6325879157735868935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-understanf-whole-theory-on-how-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1648626650683297527</id><published>2007-06-21T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:48:15.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've lost something. wait. i know i've lost something. i think. the very thought that i've lost something and am still able to be fickle minded about whether i've actually lost it can release a paroxysm of frustration, fear, sorrow and disappointment. but i know what it is. it's not one of  those things you lose, then have your kakak find it and place it on your study table the next day. i wish it was thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this thing that i think i've lost is somewhat precious to me. it's something so precious that i'm actually willing to spend the entire night looking for it. if only it wished to be found. it's vexing, this thing. it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's kinda like a tennis match. you know how in the beginning you're so excited about the prospects of you actually winning the match that you every whack you take is coupled with a great enthusiasm. so let's say you bring a partner into the picture. so both of you are whacking the tennis ball, ever so enthusiastically i might add, that you don't realize the rain or the scorching Sun or that you're actually so dehydrated you could drink the whole of Tasik Kenyir. it takes a while for the both of you to realize that it's you've been playing this game for quite a while. but you still play it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after a while you get preoccupied with the other things that are going on in and around the tennis court. so you start playing half-heartedly. and your partner starts feeling irritated. but you don't realize it of course coz you're so wrapped up in you own little world and besides, he's whacking the ball back isn't he? so you continue self-indulging that you don't realize that the ball come's back weaker. a lot weaker. so you glance over to your partner and see that he's gotten so fed up he's merely letting the racket hit the ball so you don't have to play with yourself. and then he leaves the court. leaving you dumbfounded. why the hell did he leave the court? wat on earth did you bloody do? but your massive i-can't-fit-my-head-thru-the-door ego won't permit you to run after him. so you sit there alone. waiting for him to return and tell you he just went to the toilet for a while. but he doesn't. you start whinging and whining until you see him enter another court. and all you can do is look. and feel sad. there're countless times where you wanted to scream "u punani, come back and play with me la" right across the court. but above mentioned ego doesn't permit remember? actually, your partner's ego's pretty much the same size as yours too. but he'll never admit it. just like you'll never admit how massive your ego is either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's kinda like the game Preston talked about in Grey's. two kids play and you run around and try to catch the other kid. once you've caught the other kid, you kinda wring his hands behind his back until he cries "uncle". then you've won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the above mentioned "partner" who i don't think will figure the whole thing out and what it's about: i'm not ready to cry "uncle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack : The Research - lonely hearts still beat the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1648626650683297527?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1648626650683297527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1648626650683297527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1648626650683297527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1648626650683297527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-ive-lost-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1943252379460510153</id><published>2007-06-16T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:16.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the past week's been pretty boring. seriously. nothing much happening. EXCEPT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076591402654611170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RnOs-9kHtuI/AAAAAAAAALI/7yGxljtITcM/s320/SL,+me+n+Jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; the B.O.D of Interact and Leo for fiscal year 07/08 was announced this week!!! yup yup. and guess wat?? you see those three super gila ppl up there? fine. ignore me., i mean the dua pompuan bside me. they're like the power power people now sial. seriously. Su Ling's the Vice President of Leo. and Jo. OMGGM JO! she's the effin president of Interact laa. and to top it all off, they're so "malu" and not berbangga about it that they're practically laudable! i'm super duper happy for u guys man!! wahaha. wait. i feel old. shit. heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; so... given that the weeks' been pretty boring, i have nothing much to updater bout. oh yea. HAPPY 16th TIFF! tiff had this million dollar bash which yours truly couldn't attend. oleh kerana ada itu kelas menari la. seee ms leong. who say i not commited to ballet? heh. and tonight's campfire night. but it's raining now. and it's already 5.30. they're starting at 7 i think. gone la. yesterday i was talking to Ke Hui about the possibility of it raining and campfire not happening. i feel guilty. crap. but i think they postponed it yea? coz of the stupid school day which was today. i mean they told us at 12.25 yesterday, 5 mins b4 the bell rang mind you, that today's a schooling day. punani rite? and u wanna noe wat for? for Hari Raya Haji in OCTOBER! a bit early to ganti rite? suckers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; anyhoo. GILLIAN'S COMING BACK IN 9 DAYS! NINE EFFIN DAYS! i sooooo can't wait la. and from what i hear/know, she pretty damned excited to b coming back too. yee haaah. excuse my lame attempt at being a cowgirl. eh cowgirls are cool la. anyhoo i'm thinking of joining some essay writing competition. eh PEE n JO come join oso la. get money u noe. wahaha. this should be quite interesting la. so please excuse me as i go perah my brain for some sort of essay-writing-competition winning essay. harap harap di-shortlisted-kan. heh heh. eh if i get shortlisted rite, i get to attend a free seminar u know. free seminar = free food and smart articulate boys!!! mua ha ha. can it get any better? lolz. byeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s:- the f4's have started campaigning for a post in nxt year's prefect B.O.D! and preman, lu manyak funny la!!!! :D and yea, i'm single again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076596621039875826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RnOxutkHtvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RRwjgMRe0q0/s320/DSCN+083.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got nice ass sial. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack - Josh Kelley - Everybody wants you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tengah perah brain,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1943252379460510153?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1943252379460510153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1943252379460510153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1943252379460510153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1943252379460510153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/past-weeks-been-pretty-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RnOs-9kHtuI/AAAAAAAAALI/7yGxljtITcM/s72-c/SL,+me+n+Jo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-5471876983004818406</id><published>2007-06-13T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:16.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rm-gotkHttI/AAAAAAAAALA/efdScWfNmGA/s1600-h/gloom_by_DropDeadSilence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075451926356145874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rm-gotkHttI/AAAAAAAAALA/efdScWfNmGA/s320/gloom_by_DropDeadSilence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; this weeks been pretty much a bitch. big time. i have nothing to say whatsoever. which says a lot given i always have a lot to say. life's a bitch la. punani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack :- The Killers - All these things that i've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-5471876983004818406?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5471876983004818406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=5471876983004818406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5471876983004818406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5471876983004818406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-weeks-been-pretty-much-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rm-gotkHttI/AAAAAAAAALA/efdScWfNmGA/s72-c/gloom_by_DropDeadSilence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6348998923087802065</id><published>2007-06-11T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:52:00.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SUMMER SPLASH WAS THA BOMB!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6348998923087802065?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6348998923087802065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6348998923087802065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6348998923087802065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6348998923087802065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-splash-was-tha-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-5587119455581600226</id><published>2007-06-06T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:16.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 1st KL International Dance Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for all you kebelakangan (heh) people, the 1st KL international dance Festival is organized by The Dance Space. it's going on from now till this Sunday. the competitions are this Saturday. it's in Berjaya Times Square. which i know is pretty far, but trust me, it's worth the journey. seriously. especially on Saturday. when you've got all this International dancers. FULAMAK sial. lolz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyhoo. for the last 2 days i've been going to KL to catch the Dance Festival. not by car mind you. drumroll please. but by public transport!!! woo hoo. excuse the jakunness la. but actually rite our public transport system nt bad la. the monorail is super clean n smells good too. and air-conditioned. :D but it's quite troublesome la. must wait summore. but all in all a totally good experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and people, don't ever take the federal highway to KL at 8pm lest u wanna get stuck in the car with the driver ranting on and on about how stupid they were to take the federal highway. ha ha. and i'm talking based on yesterday's experience. my aunt got so fed up she turned into the LRT station. then OMGGM we got off the wrong station. see, mum's friend told her there was a monorail station at masjid jamek. so when we got off, i asked sum dude where's the monorail station is. and he goes " eh where got monorail station here? u must get off at hang tuah la." great! ha ha. so we ended up taking a cab all the way to Times Square. and cabbies in KL suck la. there was this Chinese cabbie and he was gonna charge us 7 bucks just to go to Times Square when it's actually only 4 bucks. typical la. buntut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so the reason we went there was not coz my mum and aunt were being super sweet and tking me there just so i could feel inspired and ace my ballet exam so i get to learn something new. i mean they're still TOTALLY SWEET thou. (my mum reads my blog ocassionally. HI MUM!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but my mum and aunt both have a friend who's son is like the no2 latin dancer in Malaysia. OMGGM! no2 sial. and he's 18. and gosh u should see him dance. beat all u shuffling wannabes la. serious. mouth dropping. and he's super nice. :D so after the performances ended at Times Square, we headed over to Asian Heritage Row to "the official afterparty venue", Bar Savanh. so they were kinda giving out this passes with complimentary drinks and stuff, with the dude's face of course, and they had this fine print thing which went : All patrons need to be aged 21 and over. great. and guess who had a polo tee, jeans, flats and a hairband on? i mean a bloody hairband man. i sooo pass for 21 man. so anyway after all the glabah-ing, they didn't even check whether i was bloody 21 la. babi. add summore wrinkles to my face la. suckers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the dude danced again. did i mention he's damn good? ha ha. seriously. i'm still not over how a normal teenager with no airs watsoever can be that good in something like latin dancing. baboon man. ha ha. he represented Malaysia in bloody SEA games la. punani man. a bit mind boggling la. lolz. went for supper at PJ state after that. and talked to him. OMGGM man. i had the most revealing convo ever! thanks to my mum, aunt n his mum la. i revealed, either willingly or unwillingly, that i talk to mirrors, watch crappy reality tv shows, wanna b either a med or law student, come from a single parent home, where i was born, wat i do in skool and how my mum freaks my friends out to some dude who i've known for prob around 48 hours. yes. that's how bad it was. great. fantastic first impression man. lolz. but it was definitely fun. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i'm done with ranting. ha ha. oOo. maybe i'll take up latin dancing. then i can be no1. wahahahah. beat him. dun think so. at least not this year. ;) anyhoo.. it's Grey's time. byeee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072955369241163458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RmbCB9kHtsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_6-ocXZ8H08/s320/PC260021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and people, let me introduce you to my futile attempt at acting cute. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack:- Jamie Cullum - I could have danced all night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i sooo could've danced all night man,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-5587119455581600226?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5587119455581600226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=5587119455581600226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5587119455581600226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5587119455581600226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/1st-kl-international-dance-festival-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RmbCB9kHtsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_6-ocXZ8H08/s72-c/PC260021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4984602781162179975</id><published>2007-06-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a scorpio. and apparently i'm :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SCORPIO - Aggressive.Loves being in long relationships.Likes to give a good fight for whatthey want. Extremely outgoing. Lovesto help people in times of need. Goodkisser. Good personality. Stubborn. Acaring person. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractivepeople on earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072828036345738930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RmZOONkHtrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Di92pYCLXJ0/s320/playboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attractive leh. lolz. i'm actually in a mood to do those survey thingies. so i went thru friendster and found that scorpio thingy. anyhoo. here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you a child of the 70s, 80s, or&lt;br /&gt;90s?&lt;br /&gt;90s la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt; Assunta Hospital. which is where my 4 other cousins were born too. talk bout trend setter man. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What city did you grow up in?&lt;br /&gt;    umm.. is Subang a city? guess it's PJ then, which was JUST declared a city :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you enjoy your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;    duh. oh oh. this reminds me. there was this one time when i was 4, my mum brought me to this club for karaoke. i mean who brings a 4 year old to a club la? and i wore Guess n OshKosh n Laura Ashley! so yes. i enjoyed my childhood. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt; i changed ambitions every month la. let's see i wanted to b an actress, a superstar, a journalist, a gynaecologist, a doctor, a lawyer and a fireman. talk bout multitasking man. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want to be now?&lt;br /&gt; umm. i'm contemplating sthin in the med field n law. or a surgeon's wife. lolz. or a dancer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you a fun little kid?&lt;br /&gt; correction. I AM a fun kid. i mean i'm nt 18 yet. so i'm still a kid rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your first best friend's name?&lt;br /&gt; umm.. Rachel. i think. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is he/she still your friend?&lt;br /&gt; haven't seen her in ages la. sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you name all the schools you ever attended?&lt;br /&gt; DUH! Tadika Seri Suria, CEC, Sri KL, Sri Cahaya, then back to Sri KL and finally SEAFIELD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Were you closer to your mom or dad as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;    mum la. DUH. which girl nt close to their mum la? and besides, dad's nt around wat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the first record, tape or CD you remember buying?&lt;br /&gt; my first cassette was Spice Girls. :) and my first CD was Girls Aloud. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How old is a good age to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;  depends la rite. i mean if ure ready ure ready la. but in my case, prob after i get my own place, my own car and my own million which is hopefully around 26 la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you scared of anything?&lt;br /&gt; heights. a bit la. and snakes! snakes are the worst in the world la. screw Jeff Corwin la. snakes are not ur best friend!! it's not natural. i repeat. not natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your favorite subject in elementary school?&lt;br /&gt; Math n Science. i was treasurer of the Math &amp; science club. yes. i was/am a nerd. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Did you buy school lunch or bring your own?&lt;br /&gt; umm. it was provided. coz we pay for it in our freakingly too high school fees. so i didn't buy neither did i bring my own lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Broken any bones or had any freaky accidents as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;  don't think so. i did fall down a slope thou. and hurt my knee real bad. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Were you a mean kid?&lt;br /&gt; i was a small time bully. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite board game of all time?&lt;br /&gt; as in that time or now? Monopoly. and scrabble. get those brain juices flowing ppl. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.did you play house or pretend to be a super hero?&lt;br /&gt; both. and masak masak. and teacher. i was Superman btw. when i was pretending to b a superhero. didn;t know Wonder Woman looked good in lycra yet. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Seriously, are you still just a kid at heart?&lt;br /&gt;  definitely. wat fun is there if u lose that kid part of you man? ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it. i fulfilled my longing to do sum random survey. lolz. anyhoo. Jo came last Friday and we had the time of our lives. almost la. lolz. there were loads of Baskin Robbins, Ritz Cheese biscuits, camwhoring and gossip. lots and lots of that alright. and printed chocolate too. :D anyway i gtg. talking to Xinghan who's nt bad with all the philosphical crap n DW who's bugging me about Cuppacakes. poor boy just found out what it was. lolz. BYEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack: Maroon 5 - Infatuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4984602781162179975?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4984602781162179975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4984602781162179975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4984602781162179975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4984602781162179975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-scorpio.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RmZOONkHtrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Di92pYCLXJ0/s72-c/playboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1889374610566379868</id><published>2007-05-31T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:16.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rl5u0yBVdlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yRuN0ZwyELE/s1600-h/expectation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070612083525383762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rl5u0yBVdlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yRuN0ZwyELE/s320/expectation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;expectations. since the definition for expectations are pretty much super subjective, i decided to check that massive book with 1001 pages a.k.a the Dictionary. according to the Collins Essential English Dictionary, expectation is:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;anticipation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to regard as likely &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to require as an obligation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;something looked forward to, whether feared or hoped for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;belief that someone should behave in a particular way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;in my frivolous opinion, expectations are just those little things created to make your life hell. honestly. we'd be better off without them. all they leave behind are broken hearts, tainted dignities, screwed up hopes and lots and lots of painful,tarnished memories. and since we're all for making the world a better place, we should just get rid of expectations along with all that carbon monoxide and global warming that has made sum glacial thingy at the top of Mount Everest melt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seriously. expectation was what made that 30 year old dude who just lost his job jump over the ledge. it makes that girl stick her finger down her throat after every sorry excuse for a meal. it causes the mother to sigh and cringe in embarassment and disappointment for every A her child does not get. it drives the 14 year old teenage boy to light a cigarette for the first time. it pushes that 18 year old girl to give that marijuana joint a go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but as heart breaking as expectations are, they bring with it hope. pure, untainted, shit-free hope. which sucks. because as much as i wanna throw it away and flush it down some toilet bowl or whatever, it helps me wake up in the morning. expecting a better tomorrow. it's so cliched it kills me. honestly, i hate expectations. right down to its very gut. if i were to meet expectation, i mean if it was a person, i'd probably slap it silly. then say sorry and cry. and then ask it to disappear into oblivion. before asking it to come back. yup. don't we all have a love-hate relationship with expectation? it's pretty ironic thou. this whole expecting business. say u expect to get an A1 for ur umm.. Math. and u end up getting a B4. u don't start wallowing in ur self-pity and go " oh well. that's it for me n math." u start feeling that adrenaline-like burst of kiasu-ism that we inherited from our neighbours across the Tebrau Straits and bust ur ass working to get that elusive A1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but when u do get it, where do you go from there? for every expectation achieved, every goal accomplished, where does it go from there? do we sit around waiting to spill all our achievements and try rubbing our achieved expectation in every single person's face who pass us by? or do we set new expectations and new goals? hoping that this time will turn out like the last, our expectations achieved, our goals accomplished. it's a pretty screwed up gamble if u ask me. coz at the end of the road are 2 very different conclusions which lead to 2 painfully contrasting life endings. i'll b the first to admit thou. i'm dumb enough to take that gamble every single day and every time something happens. coz what is heart break and sorrow when there might b unadultered joy and sheer pride at the end of the line?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soundtrack:- Howie Day - Collide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pretty screwed up from expecting,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1889374610566379868?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1889374610566379868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1889374610566379868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1889374610566379868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1889374610566379868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/expectations.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rl5u0yBVdlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yRuN0ZwyELE/s72-c/expectation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6711215631104079005</id><published>2007-05-30T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:17.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; hey people. it's that time again. holidays. which in my opinion can be preeety boring. okay fine. not ALL holidays. but seriously, think bout the nov/dec hols. i mean 2mths! what on earth do you do for 2 months? let's say u go on a cruise for like a week. wat's left of the remaining 5 weeks la? go out with friends, watch tv, eat, sleep, go on9, go out with friends, watch tv..... OMGGM la! ha ha. but it beats studying in skool la. so.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; ANYHOO. yesterday me n lim went for our BM exam. and no my brains soo do not work during the holidays. it was super hard just to think of one bloody isi la. and she expects us to have 6. backside. anyway, we met up with Jo n KM there. and saw Ken n Amelia. which was quite unexpected. but yea. then we went over to Leo's for lunch. lunch was entertaining. seriously. KM's bro was looking at us like we were some psychomaniacs which we prob are. and did u know KM apparently has sum laughing syndrome thingy? riiiight. and she went to a doc for it. ha ha. poor ol' doc. imagin sumbody coming up to u ang goin: hey doc, i think i got laughing syndrome la. lolz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then as a last minute thing me n Lim went over to Jo's place. watched American Pie 4. Stiffmeister. omggm man. but it wasn't as umm... "sexual" as the first 3. it was pretty mild actually. and the dude's super sweet in the ending la. and quite hot too. lolz. oO and we talked. a lot. and ate maggi mee. and teased Lim bout a girl who has a crush on him and bout his obssession with getting abs. oh oh oh. out of sheer spontaneity n stupidity, i bought a box of umm.. sthin la. 4 bucks. not cheap for sheer stupidity. and gave one each to Jo n Lim. jo thought it was chocs at first. pretty far from the truth. hey if u guys figure it out, tell me what u think it is k? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have pics. from the senior pages thingy. and that moment when i climbed the tree!! whopee.. :D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(all pics courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superbitchpee.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070183566048327154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlzpFyBVdfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Naz_rcQwih8/s320/5C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;us around the Leo pond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070184562480739842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rlzp_yBVdgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_kBZPhYv910/s320/cari+psal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nit n satish. ala tamil movie bullying. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070185047812044306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlzqcCBVdhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iS5pKyd30cA/s320/just+plain+cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is just plain cool la. nit n pee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070185318394983970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlzqryBVdiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3zTTJw0S8pU/s320/sedih.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;prashanth all "emo". he cut his hair. looks better if u ask me :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the tree pic:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070185816611190322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlzrIyBVdjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Kjli3W8RzAU/s320/treeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sathis,nick,JJ,pee,daniel,me n ke hui. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070186160208574018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlzrcyBVdkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/u9NczPYuoZU/s320/5+C2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the whole of 5c (almost) with us still on the tree! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and dear ppl, that's why i love 5c. we're a bunch of camwhores. seriously. you should watch us take pics la. it's quite shameful la. but absolutely adorable too. :D anyhoo i gtg. physics beckons. was just telling jo how being a f5 is totally cool yet saddening. love you woman! muaxx. :D byee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: syg. i miss you! come back quick k? then we go eat ice cream. :D love you. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack: Natalie Cole - this will be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6711215631104079005?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6711215631104079005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6711215631104079005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6711215631104079005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6711215631104079005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlzpFyBVdfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Naz_rcQwih8/s72-c/5C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1764145218655036996</id><published>2007-05-25T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:18.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; i'm pretty addicted to Michael Buble right now. fine. i'm sooo addicted to Michael Buble right now, i need rehab. and yes i have noticed how utterly lame i have been lately. ;) i have absolutely no idea why i'm posting this completely pointless entry. but umm... i just feel the need to blab. nt like that's nt normal or anythin. :D and Mr Selva just learned my name today. after a super looong time of calling me the "prefect who's a little gila wan". yes yes. kembang. lolz. and the funny part is he kept practising my name after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for example; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'd go   : encik selva, gt summore buku ponteng a nt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he'd go: rebecca you call me ah? yes rebecca. must practise ur name la. wat u want from me rebecca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it went on and on like that for a good 3 minutes. ha ha. that Mr Selva's pretty cool la. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; AH!!!! i went to watch POTC3 today with syg, Jeff, Daryl n Zhong Xian. btw did u know ZX's english name is Alfred?? wahahha. sorry. umm. yea. anyhoo, it's super duper funny. and ORLANDO BLOOM's OH-SO-HOT!!!! u should watch him. especially near the ending. OMGGM!!! hot gile. ha ha. dun worry syg. u hotter. ;) felt super guilty coz u see daryl's dad has a shop right in front of GSC and umm. he went and bought the tics for us la. and there were 5 of us. so u know how the chairs at the side only have 4 seats? yup u get the picture. ZX had to sit on the other side alone the whole time. and i kept turning to look at him coz i was super tickled by how focused he was on the movie and how kesian he was sitting there. SORRY ZX!!! bt nt my fault rite?! heh heh. sorry yea.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068478584290899426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlbaayBVdeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Iyw97tngIKY/s320/DSCN0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm talking to Gillie right now. and we've gone from updating each other to plans when she comes back on the 26th of June (yesss!!!) to Kate Moss's latest line at Topshop which i heard is superb. ;) soo anyhoo i gtg. listen to more Michael Buble, watch Heroes and later watch the repeat of American Idol. i still totally adore Blake Lewis :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068477909981033938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlbZziBVddI/AAAAAAAAAJo/D5N0J879M7E/s320/PC180054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;oh wait. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!! yess. that fantastic woman has turned a year older today. she absolutely rocks my socks la. no doubt about it. love her to bits and pieces even if we drive each other up the freaking wall. ;) love ya woman. lolz. k la. gtg peeps. byeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack: Michael Buble feat Nelly Furtado - Quando, quando, quando&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1764145218655036996?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1764145218655036996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1764145218655036996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1764145218655036996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1764145218655036996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-pretty-addicted-to-michael-buble.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlbaayBVdeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Iyw97tngIKY/s72-c/DSCN0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1583325868443397473</id><published>2007-05-23T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:18.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlQBLSBVdcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tq6RU0eFB9A/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067676774026278338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlQBLSBVdcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tq6RU0eFB9A/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been very prone to mood swings lately. like super prone. for example. this morning i was all normal and stuff. then right through recess i was pretty happy. and while taking pics for our senior page, i felt all emo and moody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something totally random. I CLIMBED A TREE TODAY!! yes. those plant thingies u see by the road side. only mine was in skool. and we took a senior page pic with me, Daniel, Ke Hui, Pee, Nick, Sathis n Nit all on the tree with the rest on the floor. super cool. MAJOR SPOILER: Daniel's n my face were blocked by sum branch. GREAT. lolz. but it was a super cool experience. i'll get d pics up soon enough. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been on a natural high lately. like super. without sugar. nothing. which is good. very good. ha ha. and guess what? this year i get to appear in 8 pics in Minda. which is our skool's anthaenaeum. YESSS!!! ha ha. excuse the syiok sendiri-ness. besides, if u've been reading this blog u should b quite used to it by now. ;) anyhoo... i gtg. Heroes beckons. AGAIN! ha ha. i love that show la. anyhoo.. BYE!! oh wait. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: The All American Rejects - Top of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: boyfriend no2 has become boyfriend.without the no2. if u didn't already noe. ;) and to everybody who has been going "becky, i know your secret", it's not such a secret anymore. :D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happily currently taken by a syg who rocks her world, ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1583325868443397473?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1583325868443397473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1583325868443397473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1583325868443397473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1583325868443397473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-very-prone-to-mood-swings.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RlQBLSBVdcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tq6RU0eFB9A/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7248488705158198508</id><published>2007-05-19T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:18.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rk57siBVdbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uzdqmokKWyg/s1600-h/beautiful.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066122635815253426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rk57siBVdbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uzdqmokKWyg/s320/beautiful.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10 things you didn't know about Becky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she talks to herself. because she is the only child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she talks to mirrors. coz that's the way she vents her frustrations so she doesn't blow up and please refer to reason #1 again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the number of actual friends who know who she really is deep inside can be counted with less than 10 fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she can be a bit of a hypocrite sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she needs to know that there are people there for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she hates it when people diss and bitch about her eventhou she looks like she doesn't care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the only person she's ever let see/listen to her cry is Dao Wei.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's still the same kiasu insecure nerd even if she doesn't seem like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and no. she actually doesn't think she's the hottest girl alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;soundtrack: Mr Big - Be with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7248488705158198508?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7248488705158198508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7248488705158198508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7248488705158198508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7248488705158198508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-things-you-didnt-know-about-becky.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rk57siBVdbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uzdqmokKWyg/s72-c/beautiful.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-1559140070824033912</id><published>2007-05-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:18.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thought i'd do one of those adorable waste your time thingies again. i've been blogging 3 days straight.. gosh. i'm on a blogging roll peeps. anyhoo. here goes. i'm s'pposed to name 10 ppl. soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dao Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Gillian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Jocelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Kar Mern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. boyfriend no2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Ikhwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Su Ling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Gerard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Xinghan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How'd u meet 3?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh oh oh. i remember. it started in Inter-Found ballet. yup. then we became schoolmates. and now we're literally inseperable. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What would you do if you had never metnumber 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the horror of the thought man. i'd have to live without my best friend who drives me back from school, let's me bully him, listens to me whine, buys me ice cream, takes me out on V DAy coz i have no date, hangs out in starbucks with me and to camwhore with. NOOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 &amp; 2 were goingout?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oOo... going out as in on a date?! i'll prob laugh like sum hyena then ask G for all the details. and whether Ikhwan sang to her. coz he's random like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes yes yes. when she lost in ping pong. ha ha. which is really funny now when u think back but was sooo not at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you meet number 10?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in school la. DUH. p.s: no 10 dun b emo k? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he was my classmate in f3. and nw he's my tuition mate. and he knows a secret. and i wrote his gf's name on his eraser. wahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 7?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMGGM!!! she's super adorable. but she's taken. by sum1 on that very list. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 5 confessed they loved you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;boyfriend no2 siut. wahaha. hmm. i'd make him buy me ice-cream everyday for the rest of my school life. besides. i call him boyfriend no2 so he BETTER love me. kan syg?! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fact/or something about 9?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he's a freakin retard who plays awesome drums and can sing nt bad la. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2 going out with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;confirm sum hot aussie dude. see G. i'm psychic! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 4 do for a living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh goodness. she runs, studies like hell, is a prefect and tells scientific jokes that no1 understand! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with number 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DON'T WANT! after sum1 jealous. heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 3 live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in USJ 5 sial. and i'm sooooo going over there soon man. SLUMBER PARTY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everything la. except that he's freaking annoying most of the times. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ABSOLUTELY. coz u know u rock mine hun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss number 3?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ummm. saw her during recess today. and had a massive time. as usual. but yea. i miss her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion of number 6?&lt;br /&gt;he's a super random dude who likes Japanese guy bands who look like girls, sings totally off-key, willing to b my camho partner, and to top it all off, i think he's super duper sweet. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 10 a power ranger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if he was, he'd b a green one who has super strength coz he carries a piano around and uses it as a weapon. but he only ever plays how to save a life! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065165661267129714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RksVVSBVdXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GcY3v19t668/s320/IMG_0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me, no3 n no5. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065166494490785154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RksWFyBVdYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5ms4VmRd-BY/s320/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;no 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065167615477249426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RksXHCBVdZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9w4Vrw1Ncgs/s320/DSC05368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no1 sial. dun say i dun care man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065167967664567714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RksXbiBVdaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bHLYqZ5Q9-M/s320/gillie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU NO2!!!:D eventhou ur shirt says no3! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;super lazy to upload the rest. and besides. it's funner to keep who they are a secret. ESPECIALLY boyfriend no2. considering almost hardly any1 knows hu he is. sooo... scroll down for the i.u pics k? byeee....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soundtrack: Robin Thicke - Lost without you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BecKy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-1559140070824033912?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1559140070824033912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=1559140070824033912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1559140070824033912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/1559140070824033912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/thought-id-do-one-of-those-adorable.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RksVVSBVdXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GcY3v19t668/s72-c/IMG_0556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8778201309699473850</id><published>2007-05-16T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:19.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  hey guys. as most of u'd prob notice. i've been really semangated in blogging this past few days. whee. lolz. anyhoo. today was Teacher's Day. which was boring and fun all at the same time. it was super fun coz i had Jo n Su Ling to hang out/gossip/eat chocolate/camwhore/plan for Summer Splash with. ha ha. seriously. and we were shouting during the performances. and every1 kept staring at us. only coz we were super kecoh. apologies to the f2 girls in front of us! lolz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the performances were pretty ok la. umm. OH OH. NAIM ROCKS SOCKS LA!!! so do the 3 small break dancers who were super cute. James could've sung louder. lolz. Pn Leela n En Rahim rock man. there were this bunch of girls who were performing to an uptempo indian song when Pn Leela suddenly got up and started dancing all the way to the front and took EN Rahim out. and guess what? both of them started dancing together. which was SUPER CUTE. kinda pity those girls on stage thou. coz every1 was watching n cheering for Pn Leela instead of them. bt seriously she damn cool la. :D aku sayang Pn Leela man. lolz. and guess what! she perves on boys too. seriously. wait. so does Pn Xavier. crap man. they all damn horny. especially En Rahim n the word mengghairahkan. umm. all of u hu know the story, u know what i mean la. ;) all the games were cancelled thou. which was the main reason Jo n I went to skool. to tarik tali. when i told bf no2 he went and i quote: u tarik tali or the tali tarik u?! sure. thanks. for being soooo supportive. sucker. dumb bf no2! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; okay. so the pics from Leo i.u are in. and it's weird coz i only have like a total of 5 when it felt like i took a gazillion pics. oh yea. they're in sum random person's camera. GREAT. crap la. anyhoo. guess i'll have to make do. sooo.. here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqxGSBVdVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fPOk1akC8fo/s1600-h/DSCF0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065055452406314322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqxGSBVdVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fPOk1akC8fo/s320/DSCF0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kar Mern, Me, Jian, Jo n Nicole. take 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqwwCBVdUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5nhWes7Dg_U/s1600-h/DSCF0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065055070154224962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqwwCBVdUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5nhWes7Dg_U/s320/DSCF0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KM, me, Jian n Jo. take 2. yes chris, we were hogging ur boy. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqwYSBVdTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zFx5YTZOwzw/s1600-h/DSCF0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065054662132331826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqwYSBVdTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zFx5YTZOwzw/s320/DSCF0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shau Yin, Zhi Li, Jo, KM n I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqwNSBVdSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/u7ljqkwpes0/s1600-h/DSCF0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065054473153770786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqwNSBVdSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/u7ljqkwpes0/s320/DSCF0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KM, me, Tiff n Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rkqv-yBVdRI/AAAAAAAAAII/uKOzbwr9X6o/s1600-h/DSCF0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065054224045667602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rkqv-yBVdRI/AAAAAAAAAII/uKOzbwr9X6o/s320/DSCF0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us n our attempt at camwhoring in the toilet. which obviously sooo didn;t work. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqvfyBVdQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/s3WDLmmEU1k/s1600-h/zhi+li+n+me.+comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065053691469722882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqvfyBVdQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/s3WDLmmEU1k/s320/zhi+li+n+me.+comp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the whole gang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; goodness. this pic actually has a story behind it. umm. me n ZL were competing to see how many boys/girls we could get on our side. so at first he had KM n Jo and i had Marvin n Sheng. then we started calling in more ppl. and b4 we knew it we had a whole group and a pic. and that's why i look kinda funny. eventhou that poser ZL actually looks better than me. buntut punye budak. lolz. maaf zahir batin ye.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; anyhoo. thanks to ZL (who was my "date" for the nite), KM n Jo for being such fun. seriously. guys da BOMB la. especially Jo. who looked effin hot that nite. and so did KM with her faux fur jacket from Hong Kong. lolz. OMGGM. which reminds me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JO HAS A BLOODY BLOG PEOPLE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singlelovablesoul-jo.blogspot.com"&gt;www.singlelovablesoul-jo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check her profile pic out which looks effin hot man. seriously. and that woman keeps telling me she dunno how to take camho pics. sucker. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oO oOO Oo. seventeen called. and they ask me to model for SUmmer Splash. with this year;s SUmmer Hunks!! YESS YESS YESS!! it's a super long story. at first rite, this morn when my mum told me 17 called last nite to say they giving me V.I.P ticks i was super duper excited. so i told Jo n Su Ling and got the both of them excited too. but it turns out they wanted me to model n stuff. but it's totally fine. we;re still super excited. we've got plans la. BIG PLANS!! waha ha ha. manyak manyak bagus oh... lolz. okay then. i gtg. till nxt time. BYEEEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065068633660945762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rkq9FiBVdWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NfE4I9zyUWU/s320/DSC05369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: thought i;d leave u with an SS pic of myself on Interact's i.u day. oh yea. DON'T FORGET TO VISIT JO'S BLOG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soundtrack: Michael Buble - Everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8778201309699473850?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8778201309699473850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8778201309699473850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8778201309699473850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8778201309699473850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RkqxGSBVdVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fPOk1akC8fo/s72-c/DSCF0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-2367098513437312430</id><published>2007-05-15T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:19.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rklm2atzSZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WFDecHhyvx0/s1600-h/JoJo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064692341025229202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rklm2atzSZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WFDecHhyvx0/s320/JoJo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS PICTURE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; told u we camwhored. wait up. there's more on the way. ;) if u can handle it la. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soundtrack: John Mayer - Slow dancing in a burning room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-2367098513437312430?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2367098513437312430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=2367098513437312430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2367098513437312430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2367098513437312430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-absolutely-adore-this-picture-told-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rklm2atzSZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WFDecHhyvx0/s72-c/JoJo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8136769536637955691</id><published>2007-05-14T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:37:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEO I.U ROCKED SOOOO HARD IT ACTUALLY HURT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; table no 25 was sooo cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hung out with JoJo n KM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i worked the red carpet siut. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i didn't lose my phone. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had a "hot" date. sorry hot boyfriend. maaf zahir batin ye... ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everything went smoothly without a glitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there were absolutely NO gatecrashers!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone was saying how they had a great time. now u just can't beat that can you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me n d girls camwhored like crazy... :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we came up with a new quote of the month courtesy of Jojo: oh.. that black microphone! ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yess... i'm pretty sure u wanna see the akibat of the last reason. i mean. U'D BETTER WANT TO! heh. okay. i gtg. last minute SS-ing, i got 46/50 for Bio I!! yess... :D bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soundtrack : Coldplay - Yellow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BecKy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8136769536637955691?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8136769536637955691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8136769536637955691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8136769536637955691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8136769536637955691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/leo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-9108546067421213831</id><published>2007-05-09T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:52:00.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGM!!! pure bliss. seriously. i haven't been able to sign on since forever. literally. check the date of my last post. capiche? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's are FINALLY OVER!!! almost la. OMGGM man! seriously. my brain's fried. as in seriously. i've been waking up at 5 every morning just to squeeze in that xtra bit of info hoping to change that god-knows-what-grade-i-might-get into an A. but i don't think it'll work. GOODNESS! if it does right, then i can like forget bout choosing between law and medicine and like go become some multi-millionaire by speaking all over the world about how if u wake up at 5 o'clock with only 5.5 hours of sleep you can instantly, miraculously and amazingly change that D into an A!!!! yes yes yes. i see it now. my face on the cover of Time magazine and the Star newspaper. i'll "mengharumkan nama negara". i'll build some sports centre or a place for under-privelleged children and call it "Wisma R.Chew". i'll b the next prodigy. wait. am i even young enough to b considered a prodigy still ah? crap. poof. there goes that whole dream. sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY..... do bear in mind this post is soooo wayyy behind time and thus any info i'm still super excited to blog about will appear incredibly outdated. okayy. back to what i was saying. I WATCHED SPIDERMAN 3 D!!! and so did 9834672 of you but who cares! i was at the premiere! yess. the PREMIERE!! my aunt gave us as in my mum and i tickets to catch the screening by AXN. and it's super cool coz u see all this other ppl buying tickets for the nxt day's screening and you're holding a ticket to watch it in 5 mins. i know it's sadistic but i can't help it. call me jakun la. but i dun go to premiere's very often la. heh. and OMGGM JAmes Franco is friggin HOTT!!! seriously. it was super sad at the end. i like teared. but only coz it was super touching and he doesn't deserve to...... don wanna spoil it for the rest of you who are not part of the 9834672 who have already watched. :D. i;m such a kind soul la. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO..... we had prefect's dinner like 2 weeks ago. i digress. told u i'm wayy outdated. anyway, PREFECT'S DINNER WAS A BLAST! seriously. i never had so much fun being a prefect in my life. well it was in our skool hall which was nt bad considering it's air-conditioned. yes yes. sila jealous. and it was between seafield, SJ, SU, USJ 4, USJ 8 and umm..i dun really remember but yea... we had our very own SEAFIELD PREFECT BAND who were absolutely AWESOME. wait. i think i posted about prefect's dinner d. great! now i'm outdated, repetitive and forgetful. yay me! nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo... i gtg. catch the latest eppie of HEroes. that i've been dying to watch. and OMGGM! Gillian's coming back!! WOO HOO!! YESSSS!!!! ha ha. in JULY. near trials. GREAT! crap. bloody hell. alaa... WHATEVER LA!!! G's coming back. dammit i miss that woman. anyways. BYE.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxFjF5tpCvk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxFjF5tpCvk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd leave you with a haunting video of James singing.&lt;br /&gt;fine la. it's not that bad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOundtrack: Maroon 5 - Makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA MARRY BON JOVI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BecKy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-9108546067421213831?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/9108546067421213831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=9108546067421213831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/9108546067421213831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/9108546067421213831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/05/omggm-pure-bliss.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-8353884660951782200</id><published>2007-04-20T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:52:00.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahahahahahhahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sorry bout that. didn;t know how to start. :D anyhoo Sport's day was on thursday! woo hoo. lolz. it was superbly fun. seriously. i dressed up as sum Greecian princess thingy. super cool! i don't have a picture so if any1 has one..... oOOh. let me ceritakan the analogy of how incredibly determined and wonderful Blue is. we were last at first. yes ladies and gents, last. and remarkably through out the 6 hours we climbed and climbed and in the end, we got 3rd!!! wahahhaa. in ur face Samer! :) me and half of Seafield now look like Burnt red people. wait. i know. REd INdians. yes yes yes. wait. maybe only me and ryui Bynn. hmmm... Nit n Pee said i look Latino. sound the alarm! i'm on fi-yah(fire)! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on a more sombre note, heartfelt condolences and prayers go out to the loved ones all of those who were killed in the Virginia Tech shooting. eventhough i'd love to say that the dude deserved what he got in the end, i guess and believe that there were other explanations. experts are saying he was probably schizophrenic. but no matter. they, including the shooter, deserve a minute of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; exams are on monday. starting with chemistry 1. yes people. feel oh so sorry for me. ha ha. and i'm down with the flu  and i have a fever. Great! crap. my blog's getting so boring!! ahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i'm scared that i'll hurt u the way i did the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood - before he cheats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BecKy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-8353884660951782200?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8353884660951782200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=8353884660951782200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8353884660951782200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/8353884660951782200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/04/wahahahahahhahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-3829175223853742953</id><published>2007-04-14T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:38:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since everyone's been doing this friendtest thingy, thought i'd jump onto the bandwagon! soo... go try it out. it's pretty simple really... :D so you'd better ace it. heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/237275"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/237275/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-3829175223853742953?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3829175223853742953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=3829175223853742953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3829175223853742953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/3829175223853742953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/04/since-everyones-been-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7217441716232585404</id><published>2007-04-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:53:09.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are times when i want to write a post and i feel it at the edge of my fingertips. but it somehow just refuses to come out. maybe it's a sign. maybe it's kinda like God's quirky way of telling me that what i'm about to write might cause discomfort due to the extreme privacy of those thoughts. yeah. maybe that's why. if supressing myself will make the world a "better place to live in", then i'd better shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7217441716232585404?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7217441716232585404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7217441716232585404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7217441716232585404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7217441716232585404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-are-times-when-i-want-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-5336092116967301174</id><published>2007-04-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:52:00.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GILLIAN HAS A BLOG PEOPLE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gilliegans-island.blogspot.com"&gt;www.gilliegans-island.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(see G. told u i'd declare to the world when u DID update! so now u HAVE to keep updating! mua ha ha) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BecKy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-5336092116967301174?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5336092116967301174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=5336092116967301174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5336092116967301174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5336092116967301174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/04/gillian-has-blog-people-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-2549928242475788004</id><published>2007-04-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:49:01.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-33E5AA4.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-50C95EAC.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2170B234.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_761F2B14.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_62BEF7F2.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4DC575A6.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=189565-a8cf&amp;amp;srv=iwebcl4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=189565-a8cf&amp;srv=iwebcl4"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I am such a procrastinating queen. seriously. i can't help it. exams are in 2 weeks. yipee! and i have absolutely no friggin idea what on earth our skin does when it bleeds, the mind-numbing equations for add math and those brain cell-wasting nilai which are suposed to make me seorang yang lebih bertoleransi, berpatriotik dan mementingkan orang lain. ass crack la. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; spoke to Gillian the other day. as in ON THE BLOODY PHONE! seriously. honest to goodness, i kinda forgot we could talk to each other. i mean i've spoken to my aunt in England and stuff. but i literally forgot. u know, teenagers and their ever tightening phone budget. anyhoo, i felt super jakun. called her back and i was like "OMGGM. gillian!! ure in Malaysia ar?" and she went all " umm..no? i'm in australia!" and i remember going" then how? emm.. umm.. are we talking? oh oh oh.. heh heh" yes... that;s how it went. then she called me back and la dee la dee dah. it was awesome. didn't realize how much i missed talking to her. and here's a special shout-out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Gillian, sorry if i was kinda tongue-tied and kinda kept repeating myself over the phone. it's just that there was and still is so much to tell u and i wanted  to squeeze in every bit of juicy detail i could but my mind was all over the friggin place. and babe. PLEASE UPD8 URE BLOG SO I CAN LINK YOU! coz i'm getting pretty sick of that dumb arsenal goal.heh. love, Becky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; yess.. so as u can see. i have a VisualDNA. woo hoo. sumthin i kinda nicked off Hannah's blog. it's actually pretty cool. i forgot to find that something that excites me thingy. damn. but everything excites me. heh heh. oh all u other bloggers go do it then tell me k? i sooo wanna see what ur VisualDNA is. then tease u bout it. not like u can't tease mine!;) lol. anyway. NCIS beckons. it's this super cool show on TV. speaking of TV, Grey's ANatomy season 3 is finally here!!! YESSSSS!!!!! wednesdays 10.45 on NTV 7. can i hear u scream?? AHHHHHHHH!!! hah Gillian. i can finally talk to you bout Grey's again. yipee!! and Heroes is coming back. on the day my exams start. talk about great timing. ha ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; anyway. gtg peeps. like i said. NCIS beckons. a personal to Tiff: i'm super sorry bout what happened to ur hair. dun fret k? u still look super awesome. love ya. ;) stay absolutely fabulous dahling! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;track of the Visual Deoxyribonucleic entry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae - Till it happens to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BecKy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-2549928242475788004?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2549928242475788004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=2549928242475788004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2549928242475788004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2549928242475788004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/04/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6902095351212555907</id><published>2007-03-31T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:43:13.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it! i'm done for. i've reached then end. the very nadir of my failure has consumed me. i should just relocate to the North Pole. Make friends with all the salmon and polar bears. ask Santa whether he wants to adopt me. okay fine. i'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The cause of this exaggeration is... well... i have writer's block! nooooo... this sucks. big time. seriously. i've been trying to look for a title. a muse, an inspiration that will hurl me into a world of words where fantastic stories will spill out of my fingertips. no such luck. yipee me! i've been looking literally everywhere. yesterday, when we went to KL, i searched everywhere for it. it. that something that will make me sigh or laugh at the complete irony or reflect. heck. noooo. nothing seemed inspiring enough. and to make it all the worse. i have an essay to hand up on monday. for the school's anthenaeum. GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wait. i think something's struck me. ooh ooh ooh. sheer bliss. but will it be as great as i think it will be? or will it just be some dumb try-hard essay about teenagers? well... we shall soon find out. fingers crossed my essay will be picked! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track of the seemingly uninspired entry:&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade - Your Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking she's found her inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;BecKy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6902095351212555907?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6902095351212555907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6902095351212555907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6902095351212555907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6902095351212555907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/thats-it-im-done-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6466179026856155949</id><published>2007-03-29T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:20.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School was pretty ok today. MASSIVE camwhoring. not like it's unusual. anyhoo, we had the Petaling district drama competition today. and it was pretty good. seriously. wayy better than what i actually expected. SMK Taman Sea's 3 feet under was really really good. and it won. which it totally deserved. ha ha. oh. 3 feet under's bout this dude. who's really selfish. and umm.. he get's this fortune cookie telling him he's gonna die. then he sees this fortune teller who's really funny and she confirms it and what not. anyway to cut a long story short, u know how when a person dies they're normally buried 6 feet under? well, this dude, well, it's kinda like his "old self" died and he became a new person. thus 3 feet under instead of the usual 6 feet. which is SUPER clever. kudos to the fantastic teacher who came up with the script. it was good. had comedy and touching parts all in 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and then there was this drama which had this nerd, Charlie in it. and boy was he GOOD. ha ha.seriously. he was super duper funny. nt in a lame kinda way but in a funny way. emmm... u get what i mean la. lolz. anyhoo. i gtg. b4 u go, i've got sum1 i want u to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047321228960484722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rguv6nd6TXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f-t1W2QBVTQ/s320/JD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;meet my friend, J.D a.k.a Jack Daniels.;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Track of the entry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Counting Crows - Accidentally in love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BecKy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6466179026856155949?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6466179026856155949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6466179026856155949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6466179026856155949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6466179026856155949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-was-pretty-ok-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rguv6nd6TXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f-t1W2QBVTQ/s72-c/JD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7670124300926816183</id><published>2007-03-26T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:58:35.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; i feel stupid. so does pee. no wonder we're so good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7670124300926816183?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7670124300926816183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7670124300926816183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7670124300926816183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7670124300926816183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-5307195323014767988</id><published>2007-03-26T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:15:24.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than random'/><title type='text'>it's more than being random</title><content type='html'>i skipped school. THANK GOD. with permission of course. see, competition was on saturday,sunday, today and tomorrow. making it 4 very gruesome tiring days. even if i'm only playing on both of those days. ANYHOO. the SEA games champ in one of the events was around and oh, oh, oh he oozes coolness. as in seriously. you should see the way he plays. ahhh. he has long hair and my mom actually thought he was a girl with a moustache. massive potong. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anyhoo. today's one of those days where i set goals for myself like trying to finish one chapter of add math or such and fail to achieve coz i'm too preoccupied with my laptop. and my camera. they're both superbly entertaining. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i do not actually know why i'm posting this but coz my blog's pretty dead so i thought i'd "revive" it. AH AH AH!!! INTERACT I.U is this sunday! HALLELUJAH!! my absolutely boring life just got interesting. heh heh. i'm super excited. but Pee's not. she's super stressed. so is Brenda. and Leonard. and JoJo and Wei Yan seems like she's stressed too. hmmmm... lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and another totally exciting bangga-fying thing. Amount of people who caci me on my tagboard so far: 2! wheepeee. lolz. seriously. my actually boring life is infact interesting enough for someone to b xpuas with me. sweet bliss. ha ha. which reminds me. there was someone at the competition yesterday whose name was Bliss. ha ha. and the Koreans are super sepet. i mean i thought Yew Tian was sepet. brings sepet to a whole new level. they were quite adorable thou. unlike Yew Tian. wahhahahahahahahaha. and super funny too. but Yew Tian's quite funny also la. one Korean dude wore a shirt that went: Send me your nude pictures. i'll review them for you. which was pretty random. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track of the Entry:&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Hudson -  I love you i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEcKy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-5307195323014767988?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5307195323014767988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=5307195323014767988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5307195323014767988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5307195323014767988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-more-than-being-random.html' title='it&apos;s more than being random'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7589785202019360406</id><published>2007-03-22T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:46:20.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>3rd time's definitely no charm.</title><content type='html'>i've been diagnosed. with the disease of the worst kind. but i won't tell u. eventhou it's running thru my very nerves. funny eh? how it bites you right where it really hurts? it's the 3rd time. the 3rd! well they say 3rd time's a charm. how wrong that ass was. oh well.. wat's life without feeling bummed and making mistakes rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7589785202019360406?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7589785202019360406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7589785202019360406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7589785202019360406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7589785202019360406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/3rd-times-definitely-no-charm.html' title='3rd time&apos;s definitely no charm.'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4427162697012301164</id><published>2007-03-19T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:47:09.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable-waste-your-time thingies'/><title type='text'>adorable-waste-your-time-thingies part 4</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged again!! woo hoo. i feel soooo emm.. tagged. heh heh. ANYHOO... tagging crime commited by &lt;a href="http://www.vivid-imaginations.blogspot.com"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name one person who made you smile last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol frontman Gary Lightbody and FOB's Pete Wentz. oh how i swooned. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at 8.00 this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing like some bloody statue whilst everyone else was sitting down during assembly. dumb green uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking back with Lim, Keith and Sathish. oOo. and getting Lim to act as my bf to "show" this sum1 who apparently cycles by my house. to emm... i honestly don't know. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was something that happened to you in 2006&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;went absolutely koo koo in 4 Cekap. bitched all day long to Pee and Nit. connected, lost touch than reconnected stronger than ever with Gillian. better than a Digi ad siut. :P oh and i experienced my fairytale romance even if it was only for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak, u sudah makan ah?&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many different drinks did you drink today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far 3 -water, Coke and the canteen's yummy Milo ais. don't ask why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What colour is your hairbrush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornetto's Drumstick in Chocolate Concerto. a pretty good companion when walking home with the wind in your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where have you been last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emm. the toilet! didn't go out for dinner. uncles came over instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color is your front door?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off white which was probably white in the first place. ha ha. adds to the "vintage"-ness of the hse which is oh so hot right now!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you keep your change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere. seriously. i have coins in my pencilbox, schoolbag, in every handbag, all around the house and my wallet!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the weather like today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh. it was absolutely ADORABLE. it was windy the whole day. as in NOT HOT! no sun to scare the daylights outta us. pun intended. it was absolutely fabulous darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best ice-cream flavour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Road or sumthin like that from Ben &amp; Jerry's! HEAVEN! umm.. Very Berry Strawberry from Baskin is enough to fulfill all your strawberry cravings. yummmmmmm... drool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is something you are excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interact i.u! heh heh. all because i have a fantabulous dress and a SUPER DUPER HOT date. i kid. Lim's my date. ha ha. but my dress is still FANTABULOUS! i love Zara! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;actually i do. cut it shoulder length with really choppy layers. or do a pixie haircut. long hair is soo over-rated. but i don't think i will thou. i contradict even myself. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you over the age of 25?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering the manner in which i have been answering this tag, no. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you talk a lot? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not even legit. the cows would've arrived home, slept, eaten enough grass to fill their 4 stomachs and go out for a walk again and i'd still b talking. yup, i'm THAT good! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you watch the O.C?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more of a OTH, Grey's Anatomy and Prison Break kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your screen name have an "x" in it&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you anyone named Steven&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;yup. His daughter just got married. cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you make up your own words?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perve-tastic - fantasticly perve worthy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me one girl who isn't and i'll show you a pig who flies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "A":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a friend who's name starts with the letter "K":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kent Yoong. d stupid chicken rice man/construction site worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Timothy Boaz Koh I-Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did the last message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nitemares not dreams...hahaha...sleep well 2nite...^-^ *Tim Boaz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you chew on your straw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sadly i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the next place you're going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Plaza Dance Academy. ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i don't necessarilly think there's actually one. everyone's rude once in a while rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is marriage in your future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... if Mr Right comes along.... or Gary Lightbody...or Pete Wentz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best movie you've seen in the last 2 weeks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease. summer loving happened so fast... laa dee daa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sadly. and i reallly mean sadly. there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes. be honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you currently depressed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. besides. Jesus, chocolate, best friends and music cure almost anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you answer and post this survey?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i love the wasy surveys reveal who you are in a funny way. besides, it's an adorable-waste-your-time-thingie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 5 people who would do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Denise Siauchabo. Tiff Leong. G Ling. Hannah Pee. Michelle Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track of the entry:&lt;br /&gt;New Radicals - You get what you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"adorably" wasting her time,&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4427162697012301164?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4427162697012301164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4427162697012301164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4427162697012301164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4427162697012301164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/adorable-waste-your-time-thingies-part.html' title='adorable-waste-your-time-thingies part 4'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-7771996846109906464</id><published>2007-03-10T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:20.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>vulnerably</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RfGmV0a_p4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ilb0v2xiICY/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039992351783626626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RfGmV0a_p4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ilb0v2xiICY/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't see much. nt from this window of mine anyway. as i stare out of the tinted piece of glass, i notice my reflection. it looks pretty okay. from the outside at least. i look pretty awkward. with my black rimmed glasses and a flower in my hair. oooh. not forgetting the Gap tee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it strikes me. so this is what the world sees eh? nothing particulalrly interesting. it's not like i have 3 eyes or a nose as big as an elephants. thou i do tend to flare when i laugh. heh heh. then that song comes on. perfect timing. the one bout how reflections deceive and stuff. great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. does my reflection deceive who i really am inside? what i really feel? i mean. it's not unusual to feel this way is it. everyone does it. portray a certain character. one that defies and contradicts every cell inside their body. blatantly doing things, ignoring the screaming and tussling conscience inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again. should we reveal who we truly are and risk vulnerability? oily hair, dirt under fingernails and all? i often wonder whether it'd be a good idea to one day stand on a stage, imperfections and all, and let the crowd judge and scrutinise me. because as sadistic as it sounds, then i wouldn't have to wear a mask anymore. see, the reason we wear these masks are to avoid stares oozing with scrutiny and judgemental insults.but once that's over and done with, we need not care about the stares and jeers anymore. sure, you and your family are all that really matters. you know how when you've got trouble with your friends when you were little your mum would kinda go, nvm la girl/boy, mummy friend you enough d. and that'd make your day. week even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we grow up. worrying about self-reputation, peer pressure and what the world expects of us. honestly speaking, i hate being vulnerable. it makes you feel like some lab experiment for the world to study and come to it's own conclusions. you literally feel the callipers poking at you, looking into your every nook and cranny, searching for more embarassing secrets to reveal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; actually i think i'll go look for my mum right now. let her know how i'm feeling. listen to her say those exact words about how she'll be my friend no matter what. even if it makes me feel better for only a minute. because then, even if the world gets too depressing, for those precious 60 seconds, the world might not seem like such a bad place after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The track that made me feel vulnerable:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina Aguillera - reflections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vulnerably,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BecKy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-7771996846109906464?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7771996846109906464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=7771996846109906464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7771996846109906464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/7771996846109906464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/vulnerably.html' title='vulnerably'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RfGmV0a_p4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ilb0v2xiICY/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-5860198116791027629</id><published>2007-03-08T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:27:20.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sometimes people try too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-5860198116791027629?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5860198116791027629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=5860198116791027629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5860198116791027629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/5860198116791027629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4295662650852413393</id><published>2007-03-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:20.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fragile limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Remai8kvkEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XpjnDM5ya7Y/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037727583357079618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Remai8kvkEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XpjnDM5ya7Y/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why do we play games? as in emotional games. we toy with the mind and emotions as if it as just another thing. the incomparable impact it has on that delicate little thing we take for granted is beyond what we know. yet we still play them. stretching their fragile limit everytime we take it one step further. u know, we really shouldn't. coz you never know when that fragile limit might break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track of the fragile limit:&lt;br /&gt;Dishwalla - Candleburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday my limit just might break,&lt;br /&gt;BecKy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4295662650852413393?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4295662650852413393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4295662650852413393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4295662650852413393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4295662650852413393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/fragile-limit.html' title='the fragile limit'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Remai8kvkEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XpjnDM5ya7Y/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-6139610703258057868</id><published>2007-03-01T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:20.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable-waste-your-time thingies'/><title type='text'>beneath the onion layers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RebAy2FsjgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7_ewuCVJ0sM/s1600-h/no+i+ain%27t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036925213005876738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RebAy2FsjgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7_ewuCVJ0sM/s320/no+i+ain%27t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;realized i haven't done those adorable-waste-your-time kinda thingies in a while. BUT since i've been "layered" by &lt;a href="http://www.over-the-rainbow.blogspot.com"&gt;Dee &lt;/a&gt;and&lt;a href="http://www.superbitchpee.blogspot.com"&gt; Pee&lt;/a&gt;, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAYER 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Rebecca Chew a.k.a BabyBecky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth Date : 12th November 1991 (now u HAVE to buy me a present!;) )&lt;br /&gt;Current Status : being single rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour : brown-black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour : brown-black&lt;br /&gt;Right of lefty : Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2 : ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage : i look like a malay, speak like a chinese and eat like an indian. saw?!Malaysia Boleh siut.but in all honesty. i'm Chinese + Indian. heh.&lt;br /&gt;My Fears : Nit's hutan hujan tropika.&lt;br /&gt;My weeknesses : chocolate covered anything.&lt;br /&gt;My Perfect Pizza : heaps of cheeeeeeese, pineapple, green peppers and those red chili flakes that only Domino serve. see Zam, i support Domino's k?;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts first waking up : Rain's song nt loud enough la!( referring to Rain as my alarm signal! heh)&lt;br /&gt;My bedtime : 11pm which funnily made me sleepier than if i were to sleep later.&lt;br /&gt;My most missed memory : Singapore '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4 : MY PICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or coke : coke (pepsi tastes like the watered-down version anyways)&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger kings : Happy Meal =D&lt;br /&gt;Single or grouped dates : as long as it's a date. hehehehehehhehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : adidas&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea : Starbucks Passion Tea. ooh ooh ooh..&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : is that even a legal question? CHOCOLATE la. like Duh!&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee : Starbuck's Mocha Frap with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. instant heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5 : DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;Curse : i absolutely bloody *&amp;%$ing do! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower : heh heh. yess. and no. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush : i'm more of an infatuation kinda girl! ;) terrorist boyy. wahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love : i mean. how DO you define love?? hmmm.. ( idea for nxt blog post!)&lt;br /&gt;Go to school : yup. why do you think my IQ level went down a 100?&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married : someday......&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself : if i don't. who else will? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think your a health freak : with the amount of oily foods and chocolate i eat. please. i'm wayy above being a health freak. ;) eat healthy,exercise daily, Die anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 6 : IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : hehehehehhehehehehehehe. i totally encourage underage drinking! :D&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall : malls are my second home la.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage : yup. and i absolutely ADORE it!&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi : who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : yup. i'm no hair virgin! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 7 : HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game : no. thinking of playing tomorrow!;)&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in : unconciously maybe. conciously, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 8 : AGE YOU'RE HOPING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be married : if Logan from Gilmore Girls asked, i'd get married in a tomorrow. so i'd say 16! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 9 : IN A GUY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour : Hazel, blue and green. ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour : definitely dark brown. with curls. swoon...&lt;br /&gt;Short hair or long hair : anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 10 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute ago : replying jewin and talking to Gillian. Jewin asked me whether i've ever had an orgasm, leaving me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Hour ago : sitting in Pn. Khairiah's tuition, talking to Lim,Christy,Elfeera and Nurul bout i.u.&lt;br /&gt;4.5 hours ago : sleeping&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago : panicking bout Valentine's. :D&lt;br /&gt;Year ago : having the time of my life in Johor and 4 Cekap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11 : FINISH THE SENTENCES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love : Chocolate, the Family, my REAL family, besties and ooooo.. Italian Boys with curly hair!&lt;br /&gt;I feel : happy, horny, full. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I hate : whiny people.&lt;br /&gt;I hide : what i really feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;I miss : Gillian!!&lt;br /&gt;I need : money.time.food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 12 : TAG 5 PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One : Gillian(eventhou her blog's preeeety dead)&lt;br /&gt;Two : Zek&lt;br /&gt;Three : Sue Ann&lt;br /&gt;Four : Wei Yan&lt;br /&gt;Five : Sandy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;track of the onion layers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katherine Mcphee - Over the rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one with the massive layers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BecKy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-6139610703258057868?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6139610703258057868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=6139610703258057868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6139610703258057868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/6139610703258057868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/03/beneath-onion-layers.html' title='beneath the onion layers'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/RebAy2FsjgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7_ewuCVJ0sM/s72-c/no+i+ain%27t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-4705062617704356012</id><published>2007-02-21T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:20.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rdvy4LoTL2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/bPHwL5W0W_4/s1600-h/choosy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033884055525076834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rdvy4LoTL2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/bPHwL5W0W_4/s320/choosy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;goodness. it's already my 50th post. of nonsensical musings and emo posts. heh heh. ahh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been having a pretty massive one. seriously. it's been non-stop partying!! woo hoo. all the kams, ang paus, cute sms wishes, kuaci and alcohol. ooo la la. lolz. by alcohol i mean shandy k? just incase a certain nameless sum1 expresses ITS opinion bout how i like to act all grown up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee's currently in Sabah. which explains why i couldn't find her on Sunday. to my dismay of course. pompuan u better come back soon man. i sooo wanna pau ur ang paus. heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;btw. I KNOW WHO I WANNA MARRY!!!! wahahahahha. seriously. i am sooo marrying him. he's almost perfect. ALMOST! ahhh. the wonders of being 16. anyhoo. food beckons. more bak gua. woo hoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Track of the entry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pussycat Dolls - How many times, how many lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dun forget to share ur angpaus with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BecKy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-4705062617704356012?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4705062617704356012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=4705062617704356012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4705062617704356012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/4705062617704356012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/02/50th.html' title='50th'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/Rdvy4LoTL2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/bPHwL5W0W_4/s72-c/choosy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30839659.post-2939124884923571564</id><published>2007-02-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:45:37.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V Day!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm being all un-valentine-ish about valentines. i kid. i sooo love Valentines. even if i DON'T have one this year. ha ha. Valentine's this year was busy busy busy. seriously. walking round the whole skool sending all the loved up students their candies and flowers. NOT FUN! then had to rush to pejabat coz yours truly was DJ for Radio Seafield today. woo hoo! dun play play siut. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5th period was fun thou. heh. coz i got to talk to sum1. neh neh neh boo boo. i had FUN!! i think that i'm kinda smitten with that sum1. but then again. hmm. oh well. it's ONLY february. heh. loads of time to "cook" sum kinda strategy. goodness. it sounds like sum war plan. wahahaha. i love being bitchy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was super duper tired when i came home. ahh. then had dinner at Las Carretas with Lim. he was being all emo and stuff. but it was fun. heck it's always fun with Lim. what more would i expect from him? ;) then went to Starbucks. oO. and  ran into Cheryl and James. cool leh. wahaha.i mean bumping into ppl at taipan on valentine's day is sooo not easy! trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i don't exactly know why i'm telling you all this. i just wanna blog. even if it's about my utterly uneventful Valentine's day. sigh. ha ha. btw. did i tell you how sum ppl are just not the ppl they u thought they were? seriously. immature, childish and completely irrational. sooo not what i expected. and btw. stop hanging out with us la. go back "home"! heh heh. ummm. Have a gr8 V' Day! oOo. to Gillie. babe ur sms-es were a pleasant surprise. luv ya loads. the pic looks hot wert! hehe. MUAXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track of the entry:&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald - All That Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being un-valentine-ish-ly,&lt;br /&gt;BecKy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30839659-2939124884923571564?l=girly-quirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2939124884923571564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30839659&amp;postID=2939124884923571564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2939124884923571564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30839659/posts/default/2939124884923571564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girly-quirks.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V Day!'/><author><name>Becky Chew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138859902937545437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lhzTuJ5314/SmXquK5O1CI/AAAAAAAABHU/Mnwq9rz-nK8/S220/P7072864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
