<?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-1585642882041774756</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:01:18.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart In The Cl♥uds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6147685362207311039</id><published>2011-12-23T04:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T04:07:58.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish i had some art to do... I collected the school books that i ordered before-hand (i went on an earlier day to buy the unform, PE attire and order the books as i didn't want to queue during orientation) and i saw that there was a box of ACRYLICS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Em. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ACRYLIC PAINT!&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to paint using acrylics but because i didn't know how to, i didn't want to waste money by purchasing some acrylic paint.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW I HAVE THEM AND I THINK WE'RE GOING TO USE THEM FOR ART LESSONS AT DUNMAN!&lt;br /&gt;*epileptic freak out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll use canvas. Nah, that's not for amateurs, right? That's like, for experts and stuff. LOL. We'll probably use paper or something, since canvas is so pricey and it'd be a waste if we ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whether it be paper or canvas, i LOVE art.&lt;br /&gt;ACRYLIC PAINT! ACRYLIC PAINT! ACRYLIC PAINT!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we only have FIVE (*disappointed*) tubes of paint but i guess we can mix and make so many more colours!!!&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEE, i think i'll experiment and write down the ratio mixture for some lovely colours that i happen to mix up. I'm thinking of greens. Kelly green, spring green, grass green, jungle green and mint. Then blues; &amp;nbsp;turquoise, sky blue, dark midnight blue and light blue. Pale yellows and bright yellows. Burnt sienna, bright pumpkin orange, bronze brown. Reds, purples, pinks, greys and so many other possibilities. And of course, black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love painting, although i only used oils and watercolours in the past, never acrylic. I did some research and reading up on the internet (i wanted to go to the library but there's no time) and acrylics are supposed to dry SUPER fast so that may be a problem. Another problem is that they might ruin the brushes if the paint dries on the brushes and you don't wash it off fast enough. You have to keep the brushes MOIST at ALL TIMES and even dipping them in water is only temporary. If you take too long and the paint dries and hardens, the brush is ruined. Well there's a way of dunking it into ammonia and immersing it overnight and it'll be usable again but that's only like the worst-case scenario. Gods forbid that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. 5 tubes of paint. A world of hundreds of colours.&lt;br /&gt;Is this an advertisement slogan for paint or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6147685362207311039?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6147685362207311039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/wish-i-had-some-art-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6147685362207311039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6147685362207311039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/wish-i-had-some-art-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8921677277581747115</id><published>2011-12-23T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T03:00:33.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just wondering, is it an urban myth or a fact that kittens or cats like to play with wool balls?&lt;br /&gt;And then, if it's true, WHY on earth would they want to play with those dreadfully boring, but admittedly soft balls? I mean, unless felines like unravelling wool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8921677277581747115?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8921677277581747115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-just-wondering-is-it-urban-myth-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8921677277581747115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8921677277581747115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-just-wondering-is-it-urban-myth-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-1897874041108277013</id><published>2011-12-20T01:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:56:19.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found these on Tumblr and they are WAY too adorable.&lt;br /&gt;You can make these ponies on this &lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;q=+pony#/d2awysc" target="_blank"&gt;Pony Maker on DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and they're seriously cute. You can even name your ponies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i'm kinda lame for liking these "my-little-pony-lookalikes" but the reason is because you can actually make them Hogwart-house-themed; like, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and of course, my favourite, Slytherin. 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But anyway i was thinking, i just blog about random things now and then. That's sort of what i do.&lt;br /&gt;And lately i read a new fan-fiction; it's called Living Life and it's great. I got it from the Meet-The-Author page of padfoot4ever (another spellbinding author of Delicate and Still Delicate). So right now, my favourite pairings of the characters have got to be:&lt;br /&gt;-Scorpius and Rose&lt;br /&gt;-Draco and Hermoine&lt;br /&gt;-James and Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was entirely out of the blue, completely not related to anything and arbitrary.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i saw this little girl yesterday, who put her bag onto her head - she looked fairly atrocious but then again, no one was going to be judgmental about her, what she does and how she looks. Taylor Swift is right; you should never grow up, you could still be simple. Goddamn it, you don't even have to care how you look to others, because even then, no one is going to say nasty insults directed to you or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, what happens when you do grow up, that kind of thing happens all the time. And everything around you is changing so rapidly, I can't help but feel like i keep getting stuck in the memories of the past and i can't keep up with all that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i reminiscing on all this, all of a sudden?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8145343778361454701?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8145343778361454701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-suddenly-struck-by-some-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8145343778361454701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8145343778361454701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-suddenly-struck-by-some-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5941519244181288203</id><published>2011-12-16T05:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T05:20:16.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh, so frustrated because the bloody website just won't load. Dammit, i don't believe your crap that the server isn't responding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5941519244181288203?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5941519244181288203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/argh-so-frustrated-because-bloody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5941519244181288203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5941519244181288203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/argh-so-frustrated-because-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-4516240588589593518</id><published>2011-12-14T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:07:14.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/media/11/09/large.t5h56529r3s0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/media/11/09/large.t5h56529r3s0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAYLOR SWIFT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-4516240588589593518?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/4516240588589593518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4516240588589593518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4516240588589593518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-taylor-swift.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-4074570657838217154</id><published>2011-12-14T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:06:33.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so happy LATE birthday to Taylor Swift... or is it just on time on the right day - because yesterday i posted on Facebook and Izzah said since USA was back by 12 hours from Singapore, then our 13th Dec means their 12th so our 14th should be their 13th, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means today is Taylor's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Just been to her amazing, incredible and fantastic website! It's been updated and she has a recent tweet thanking her fans, friends and family (to be a famous and world acclaimed super star, those are the 3 Fabulous Fs, excluding fame... haha) about how awesome they made her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway here's my birthday wishes to Taylor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;First of all, wishing you a wonderful, delightful and lovely birthday and may all of your wishes come true. Secondly, keep up the good work - always be empowered because you know it yourself, that you ROCK! even if you don't know that, your fans will always be at the sidelines reminding and cheering you on - and continue producing fantastic music and songs! Your songs never fail to make my day and the lyrics are great! Plus, let's not overlook your AMAZING talent - your singing voice is absolutely beautiful, angelic and superb. Now that you're 22, and the following year 23 and so on, i know your songs are going to change as you grow older as your perspectives and mindset changes because you're becoming a better person (even though you're already lovely) and into a beautiful woman, just know one thing: the quality of your music will always be timeless because its beauty and uniqueness far surpasses time. Okay, i know i don't know you and you're NEVER going to read this but i just want to wish this to you because i'd hate it if this happened: never let all the fame and attention go to your head, keep your feet firmly rooted to the ground and be humble and modest. Always. That's because no matter how beautiful your music is, if you have a big head and you start getting arrogant, what comes out (your songs) doesn't matter, your inside will be something that counts for more. So i hope you won't become boastful or arrogant and stay true to yourself and the sweet, pleasant personality that your wonderful songs depict. Once again, happy birthday and work hard! I just know that you have the potential to go the distance and become hugely successful, and that i'll remain a faithful fan to your awesome music.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so in like celebration or whatever, i'm going to include several photographs of Taylor Swift... And you gotta admit (even if you're supremely jealous, LOL), that she's just gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/media/03/02/large.7am2paxs952h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/media/03/02/large.7am2paxs952h.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/media/12/07/large.54lqs81bj9w7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/media/12/07/large.54lqs81bj9w7.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/media/01/02/large.p02q9i5836ro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/media/01/02/large.p02q9i5836ro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inner and natural beauty shines through the best, don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-4074570657838217154?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/4074570657838217154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/okay-so-happy-late-birthday-to-taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4074570657838217154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4074570657838217154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/okay-so-happy-late-birthday-to-taylor.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5232025279005000723</id><published>2011-12-14T02:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:13:04.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvlbzrdwIM1r259dpo2_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvlbzrdwIM1r259dpo2_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5232025279005000723?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5232025279005000723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5232025279005000723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5232025279005000723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5497249342312341619</id><published>2011-12-14T02:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:12:46.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvpevh3f5W1r75gygo1_400.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvpevh3f5W1r75gygo1_400.gif" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5497249342312341619?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5497249342312341619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5497249342312341619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5497249342312341619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-2196111429629302305</id><published>2011-12-14T02:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:11:34.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Awesome song...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got this from a blog on Tumblr and they had this extremely cool play button in black and white - a circle that you can click to pause the song or play it. So you're supposed to play the song End of an Era while you look at the pictures and words and ... Oh gods... For a Potterhead like me, loads of emotions are stirred up while you see each picture scrolling down like each page of HP books being flipped as it ends... Well but then you tell yourself you can always crack open the book again and read it because Harry Potter is a legacy passed down from J.K. Rowling that will never end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of an Era - Oliver Boyd and the Rememberalls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By &lt;a href="http://awesomepadfoot.tumblr.com/"&gt;awesomepadfoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv6pyd8Xd1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t you ever wonder what will happen when it ends?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv6qqXJnH1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can we let go of the ones who we call friends?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv79opbHG1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know, it’s only a story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv7ukjXrU1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But for many it’s more than that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv889h7Y71qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s a world, all on its own where we&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv8fayaZ51qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to put on that sorting hat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv8s5cksD1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will miss the train ride in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv91uGceg1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the pranks pulled by the twins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv94lOZjt1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And though it’s nowhere I have been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv93sSH3p1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll keep on smiling from the times I had with them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv99gL29V1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could there ever be again another one like this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnv9s2tEgh1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One that’s brought us together and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnva7qX9Zm1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Started its own music movement&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvb283NuP1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I will miss the train ride in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvbsdWkna1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the pranks pulled by the twins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvdo5DvH61qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And though it’s nowhere I have been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvffuY2mp1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll keep on smiling from the times I had with them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvghwtiv51qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soon we will see it closed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvji3nDx51qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The final chapter exposed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvi0x4iNK1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s an end of an era&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvj2ieMzf1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I’m seeing clearer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnviawGMjT1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That nothing will ever be the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvibe4kIm1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I will miss the train ride in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvinpGibz1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the pranks pulled by the twins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvjghNbGT1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And though it’s nowhere I have been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvj56SHLr1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll keep on smiling from the times I had with them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvjtzBJ641qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvk2fGhVV1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvkclj2gX1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvkd12VPy1qcr41p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So don’t you ever wonder what will happen when it ends?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-2196111429629302305?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/2196111429629302305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-era-oliver-boyd-and-rememberalls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2196111429629302305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2196111429629302305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-era-oliver-boyd-and-rememberalls.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-1921939505848636693</id><published>2011-12-14T01:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:23:47.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh... I just saw this awesome poem and picture... The picture isn't that amazing but the photoshop skills are marvellous... I wish i could edit with such finesse too.&lt;br /&gt;Well one thing you have to know is that i absolutely LOVE Dramoine in fan-fictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're one of my favourite kind of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway the picture is for it and the poem about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvy887gIB91r2d88jo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvy887gIB91r2d88jo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photoCaption"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;A million words wouldn’t bring you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know because I’ve tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Neither would a million tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know because I’ve cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-1921939505848636693?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/1921939505848636693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-my-gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1921939505848636693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1921939505848636693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8570461670521501541</id><published>2011-12-13T03:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T03:53:37.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just suddenly got this pang of guilt and i realized i haven't been on Blogger to post for ages so here i am now. As usual, i haven't eaten my lunch yet (should i eat McDonalds' fish o' fillet or McChicken?).&lt;br /&gt;But McDonald food is fast food and that's bloody unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thanks to me for stating the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i came back from Taiwan and Hong Kong and in short, my trip... two days ago. Well technically one, since the bloody flight was delayed and i reached Singapore at about 1am and reached home close to 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth did the two hours go, i'm not sure myself. They say time flies when you're having fun but i certainly wasn't having fun at the airport. I mean, like, what the heck can you go at the airport after feeling supremely jet-lagged (not so much like from America transit to Florida transit to LA transit to Africa jet-lag but still, it turns dark like 8pm at 3.30pm in Taiwan!) and all the shops except for stupid duty free alcohol, perfumes and cosmetics are closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so now after two or one days, i'm finally posting on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I intend to deactivate my Facebook account today, right after this post because whatever Winette says, whether she thinks i'm a nerd or not, i HONESTLY have got to concentrate, focus and work hard for next year.&lt;br /&gt;So orientation is going to be on ... when again?&lt;br /&gt;Gods, i am a muddlehead.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well i seriously can't remember, but it's either on 22 or 23 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to type the year, do i?&lt;br /&gt;Well what did you expect? 2056? Some god-forsaken random number?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main point, the trip was good.&lt;br /&gt;Not great, not fabulous and not supremely enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that it was awful, i mean, i got many new experiences that were actually kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to tons of different night markets. You can't believe how many of those they have there in Taiwan and Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day in Taiwan, i went to a different night market and even in some remote, not densely populated, out of the way town where i stayed in when i was in Hong Kong, a place called Sha Tian (like, direct but very incorrect translation; Sand Field), there was a night market just one street down from the hotel i was staying in.&lt;br /&gt;But night markets, one thing you need to know about, are amazing. I mean, of course you'll have to set your standards lower if you're the one who is used to posh five star gourmet restaurants. They have market style stalls set up everywhere (but a higher class night market has stores) on the road and people flocking to and fro. Granted, it's a little dirty but otherwise acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;However, the food compensates for whatever cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snacks, ice cream, cakes, noodles, oysters, eggs and every kind of food under the sun that you can think of, THEY ARE SPLENDID. Especially the fried oyster with eggs. Those are just spectacular. They have ice creams of all kinds too - tall ones with cones or unbelievably creamy and smooth ones.&lt;br /&gt;There was also this kind of tian tang (another incorrect but direct translation: sweet soup... incorrect but tells you mostly of what it is... it's sort of like a soup but a sweet, chinese dessert) with either peanuts or red bean. I always love the tang yuan in Singapore, there's one awesome stall near Golden Mile Complex with ginger or peanut soup, but the tian tang in Hong Kong, the one that i tried at the night market just puts it to shame. The local specialty there is peanut with black skin. I think they produce these peanuts there. Plus, their peanuts are HUGE, nothing like our pathetic little ones sold in neat packets at NTUC and when cracked open have two tiny nuts. The peanuts there, whether black or white skinned (sounds racist, doesn't it?) have at least 3 nuts inside the shell and they're enormous - at least 3cm long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i surpassed myself. I assumed that this would be a short post and here i am, one long paragraph just dedicated to detailed explanations for the food. Well i can't move on to another topic without describing a few more dishes. Well there were also these old streets (Jiu Fen, Jin Shan and a couple more) that were extremely crowded - absolutely packed with tourists! The food wasn't amazing but good.&lt;br /&gt;The tour guide recommended some of the dishes; prawn balls (not unlike the takoyaki balls you can buy in Singapore here), fish balls, abacus beads, some cracker-like snacks, braised meat rice and cold drunken chicken. In addition, in Hong Kong, i ate wanton noodles from two different shops; one a restaurant and the other a street side stall in Mongkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this just proves that the chinese saying 'yi fen qian yi fen huo' is false, as we all know. Why then?&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because the wanton noodle sold in the (very pricey, mind you, which was totally NOT value for money and completely not worth it because even the wanton noodle in Singapore tastes better) restaurant, although was the chef's recommendation and one of their most famous dishes, did NOT live up to expectations and the wanton noodle sold in the street side shop was entirely better; even scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's it for food.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of time here, i'm starting to get hungry now so i'll speed things up.&lt;br /&gt;I also witnessed my first lunar eclipse in Hong Kong, which made up for the boredom and coldness there.&lt;br /&gt;When i was at the train station, i saw this full moon, really white, luminous and glowing - just ethereal and beautiful. Then later on, after dinner, when we were all walking back to the hotel, i saw that the moon became a thin crescent. I pointed it out to my dad and he said it was simply clouds covering the moon but i observed the moon for a few minutes and it still looked the same. Whereas if clouds had covered it, they would move because they'd be blew by the wind. Then i spotted this poster depicting a lunar eclipse and the pictures of the different phases of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my father was sure that it was a lunar eclipse, which was proven when we saw this large group of people gathered at a patch of grass, all standing up excitedly and pointing at the moon, and there were even some people armed with large telescopes, looking up at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have watched the entire eclipse, when the moon transitioned to a full moon again but my neck felt like it would snap from all the craning, after about 15 minutes before i returned to the hotel as i stood there just watching the moon disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now. There are so many more things to say but a brief description of Taiwan before i log off. The perimeter is either surrounded by mountains or the sea.&lt;br /&gt;The tour guide said, 'hao shan, hao shui, hao wu liao' which means that there are many good mountains and sea (which sort of means great scenery and such) and it's utterly boring.&lt;br /&gt;And it's true, because we went up the mountains and there was hardly anything to do but walk around, eat and sleep. Oh and karaoke and chatting. But there was this awesome ranch up the mountain that we visited and stayed at for one night. Outside, it looks like, bleurgh and all dull but inside, it's like a luxurious hotel, at least 5 star. Of course, it isn't all extravagant and opulent with chandeliers, claw tubs and grand staircases but we stayed in a two-storey apartment style house with wood paneling and fireplaces, which was fantastic. Plus, there was a night-time DIY session where we could bake red bean pastries and the following morning, we went to milk cows and feed goats, which was absolutely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's the end of it all. Byes for now!!! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8570461670521501541?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8570461670521501541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-suddenly-got-this-pang-of-guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8570461670521501541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8570461670521501541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-suddenly-got-this-pang-of-guilt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-2275132839690653661</id><published>2011-11-23T05:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:40:16.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so, bonjour! I haven't been here to post for quite some time. If this blog was a garden, the plants would have grown wildly and weeds would have sprouted, tangled and gnarly, due to the lack of care from a gardener for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can blame it on me. I know i should be paying more attention to blogging than games. At least blogging lets me revise just a little bit on English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Esplanade Haagen Dazs yesterday because my cousins, who are the older (like, working age) ones that i'm not so close to. Define "not so close" : only see them about once a year during Chinese New Year. Well anyway, so their father (who is my uncle) is like, freaking rich. They stay in landed property and he has his own company. Okay so this is so crass that i'm talking about other people's wealth but how else are you going to explain how my cousins are bosses/CEO of their own company?&lt;br /&gt;Theft? Robbery? Embezzlement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. No, i think their father funded them. I mean, so they're really hardworking and smart and stuff, it's not like they haven't got what it takes to start their own business but not everyone has the means and money to do that. You either have to work your way up, or you have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. My cousins organized this event for Haagen Dazs, it's called some "Journey of Indulgence" thing and invited us. We get to take this bus that's decked out in Christmas lights, garlands and tinsel and plastered with posters of Haagen Dazs stuff promoting and advertising their products. What's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free flowing ice cream (i'm not kidding; i ate three tubs of Cookies and Cream), premium champagne(i didn't drink that, but i got Evian... and by the way, that's REALLY dumb. it tastes exactly like Blue Mountain but is a whole lot more expensive. It's like rich people water. it's just like Perrier. Perrier is SO expensive but seltzer tastes just like it) and gourmet chocolates ranging from milk to dark, with four different flavours. So we ate through this three course meal of a very extravagant, lavish dessert while enjoying the sights of a city tour through the Central Business District of Singapore on the bus. I feel like a tourist. Seriously. I'm not joking, we even took pictures, though like i said, very extravagant and WAY too unnecessary, so there was even a photographer with Polaroids to take photographs for us. But hey, they have to make it really nice and enjoyable for the customers, it's like a promotional event to advertise their ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "tour" was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tour anyway, i can't wait for the trip to Taiwan and Hong Kong. My entire family is going to go, which is a first. I'm frothing with anticipation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just like for tomorrow. We're going to get our results for PSLE and our MARKS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited but... terribly afraid. Frightened. Petrified. Trembling with fear. Shivers running up my spine. Butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i'll get my target, 275 and above upon 300.&lt;br /&gt;What if i don't? What if i get 240 and below? I'll die of disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;What if everyone else got better than me!?&lt;br /&gt;What if i didn't get express?&lt;br /&gt;What if i thought i did well but actually was lousy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay calm down. Calm down. Deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bad is going to happen. Think about blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking more about tomorrow is FREAKING me out. I better not think about it, it's making it worse.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-2275132839690653661?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/2275132839690653661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-bonjour-i-havent-been-here-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2275132839690653661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2275132839690653661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-bonjour-i-havent-been-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-1721847554891765170</id><published>2011-11-19T03:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T03:01:48.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;If what you see doesn't please you, close your eyes and see using your heart, because the heart can see more love and beauty than your eyes can ever wonder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah fuck it, all i can see is anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-1721847554891765170?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/1721847554891765170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-what-you-see-doesnt-please-you-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1721847554891765170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1721847554891765170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-what-you-see-doesnt-please-you-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6436320659862140452</id><published>2011-11-18T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:55:34.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo4rcqnckd1qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo4rcqnckd1qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n31/BFCSPotter/OotP/Umbridge1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n31/BFCSPotter/OotP/Umbridge1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I mean, you gotta admit the carpet is "pretty" in a pink and girly way (sickening, just like Umbridge) but honestly, $70, 000+?!&lt;br /&gt;That's INSANE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6436320659862140452?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6436320659862140452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-mean-you-gotta-admit-carpet-is-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6436320659862140452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6436320659862140452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-mean-you-gotta-admit-carpet-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n31/BFCSPotter/OotP/th_Umbridge1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-1403866044531668213</id><published>2011-11-18T01:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:57:08.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Also i found some cool GIF Harry Potter pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqedn6IkyE1qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqedn6IkyE1qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpdrhaNNEm1qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpdrhaNNEm1qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltu921EchZ1qgt0vro5_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltu921EchZ1qgt0vro5_250.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loemdbCkfx1qdoa6uo2_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loemdbCkfx1qdoa6uo2_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu5vpv24G31qgzxzro1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu5vpv24G31qgzxzro1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu90a3Xy9I1qi2rqno1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu90a3Xy9I1qi2rqno1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp0k95rOOg1qmdsn8o1_r1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp0k95rOOg1qmdsn8o1_r1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_londzpJqLc1qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_londzpJqLc1qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_londwpoHF71qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_londwpoHF71qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for Harry Potter Encyclopedia to be sold in stores - i am SO going to buy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lon5vu7Mnp1qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lon5vu7Mnp1qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lohonlgZ7s1qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lohonlgZ7s1qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loeoh8rWhH1qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loeoh8rWhH1qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aw, too bad for you, Bellatrix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_logpmnvqS11qmdsn8o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_logpmnvqS11qmdsn8o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3-ec.buzzfed.com/static/imagebuzz/terminal01/2011/10/5/17/how-to-make-a-butterbeer-latte-28267-1317850048-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://s3-ec.buzzfed.com/static/imagebuzz/terminal01/2011/10/5/17/how-to-make-a-butterbeer-latte-28267-1317850048-5.jpg" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Completely unrelated but cool. Who dares to make it and drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love all the pictures, they're so nostalgic. Particularly the one of Hermoine punching Draco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-2436259008031121062?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/2436259008031121062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-i-quick-blog-post-as-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2436259008031121062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2436259008031121062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-i-quick-blog-post-as-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-500250941671570632</id><published>2011-11-17T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:25:32.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL just before dinner, my dad announced, "Today we'll have baked beans."&lt;br /&gt;And then i was like, elated, because, well, i just LOVE eating baked beans. I'll devour and wolf them down like a famished, ravenous lion.&lt;br /&gt;I sang, "I love baked beans," in the tune of the advertisement, "V for Vitagen".&lt;br /&gt;Then, "Guess what vegetable we're having?" My dad asked, adding, "It's the king of vegetables."&lt;br /&gt;"Spinach," I groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Food trivia at my home is never boring. LOL, i am so freakin' lame right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-500250941671570632?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/500250941671570632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/lol-just-before-dinner-my-dad-announced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/500250941671570632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/500250941671570632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/lol-just-before-dinner-my-dad-announced.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6830578699643201102</id><published>2011-11-17T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:42:28.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay my dad's now drying this gigantic egg that's the size of his wok. Well actually he mixed three eggs together and poured it down.&lt;br /&gt;He just asked me to go and watch how he does it and when he said, "That's it," i came back to my room to continue blogging. Egg frying session over.&lt;br /&gt;Then he stopped me and told me to come back, and he flipped the egg over.&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was like fast.&lt;br /&gt;It's already giving over fumes, which make the air shimmer like a mirage and my dad says it's the heat emanating from it. I can smell the aroma, it's really fragrant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he asked me to try flipping it but i didn't dare to.&lt;br /&gt;He said it's easy, just flip and and "piack!".&lt;br /&gt;LOL. If i tried that, the "piack" would be a "splat" instead, when the egg landed face down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;So, like, better not. Or there'll be no eggs to eat for dinner. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, aside from dinner, when i walking back home just now, i saw one window at my block that looks pretty cool, because it's adorned with all these ketupat lantern thingys.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, a ketupat is actually like a Malay type of rice "cake", a little like the Chinese's rice dumplings or &lt;i&gt;zhong zi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's wrapped with palm leaves in a sort of diamond shape. (just a fun fact, one difference between ketupats and zhong zi is that ketupats are diamond in shape while zhong zi are triangle and if i'm not wrong, zhong zi are wrapped in pandan leaves. I'm not sure, but i think so)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and obviously, they're both green looking from the outside, because, duh, they're wrapped with leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't REAL ketupats, but lanterns that i think the family (definitely Malay, right?) hung them up for Hari Ray Haji. They always hang up colorful, multicoloured lights but this is unique.&lt;br /&gt;Well i didn't take a picture but i checked on the internet for a picture that looks similar and i hit pay dirt.&lt;br /&gt;The picture looks exactly the SAME as the ketupat lanterns i saw.&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'll attach some pictures below. Enjoy! I personally feel hungry (what is wrong with me these days? i feel like such an insufferable glutton. gluttony, in case you want to know, is one of the seven deadly sins in life) when i look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7100062/tumblr_lfg5gyFycA1qch31ro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7100062/tumblr_lfg5gyFycA1qch31ro1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the ketupat lantern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im15.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/ketupat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://im15.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/ketupat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/y/ya/yanniz/646825_ketupat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/y/ya/yanniz/646825_ketupat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these above are ketupats while the ones below are zhong zi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinatownology.com/images/dumpling.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://www.chinatownology.com/images/dumpling.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2561412644_2737176733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2561412644_2737176733.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1585642882041774756-6830578699643201102?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6830578699643201102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-my-dads-now-drying-this-gigantic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6830578699643201102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6830578699643201102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-my-dads-now-drying-this-gigantic.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2561412644_2737176733_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-1431829916438318723</id><published>2011-11-17T07:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:21:05.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So a little re-cap on the Prize Giving Ceremony today.&lt;br /&gt;My mum chased me out of the house at about 7.20am because she was feeling peevish for having to wake me up at 6.40am this morning; i didn't really have to wake up so early as we were only supposed to be assembled at 7.45am.&lt;br /&gt;So i took my time to walk to school and somehow reached at 7.30am. That was considered early, you know, there was still 15 minutes to spare, but students from all directions were already being dropped off by parents, some of them walking into the school gates, all streaming into school.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they like being punctual / detest being late so much or are they really that typical of those kiasu Singaporean syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i hung around outside the hall for several minutes, peering over some teacher, parent volunteer and student helpers' shoulders to peek at the prizes they were arranging.&lt;br /&gt;They were putting the glass trophies that were to be awarded to the ex-Pasirians, now secondary students That's so cool, they are actually packed into this cobalt blue box that was lined with peacock-blue cloth. It has the texture and shine of satin, but obviously it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;But still, it seems so prestigious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Pierre's address (it was originally called "a few words" in the rehearsal at first, but i heard Mdm Ong mutter incredulously, "A few words? It's more than 30 minutes long!" so they changed it to "address"... However, they should actually give a warning that it lasted about an hour!) and approximately one hour later, only did the prize giving start.&lt;br /&gt;P6 trophies and awards were presented the last, but before the secondary school pupils, the Top Sports Pupil and Character Development awards that went to Emily and Izzah accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, congrats to Emily! That's such an honour to clinch such a prestigious prize!&lt;br /&gt;But then, Emily's floor ball is really exceptional, she's been in the team for, what, three years, and the year that she was captain, the Senior Girls got National Champion for the first time, without even losing ONE match, which is a record.&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't deserve that award, no one else is worthy of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then while the P6 pupils were receiving their prizes, i realized that only the first and second (Syaza and Wan Lin) in standard got different coloured trophies while from third prize onwards, all of them were the same colour. I thought that was little unfair and felt indignant and bitter about it at first but then i realized it was actually better and it didn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;For one, Wan Lin and Syaza deserve the "special" trophies because they're one of the most hard-working people i ever met, plus they're both really humble even though they're so smart (just like Adriel too), which makes them really nice and the best kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, even though Adriel is behind me, he really is better than me.&lt;br /&gt;And like i said, he's really modest, not even a little big-headed at all, even though he's like, extremely genius. Also, the margin between our scores aren't that big, so it could easily be Adriel getting third instead of me so i'm really very privileged. So i won't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, i think the trophy COLOUR isn't really that big a deal. I mean, for god's sake, it's the bloody colour and who cares about that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, i think it's a good reminder to me to work hard, because i won't have a chance of getting arrogant as it's not gold or silver but bronze, and if it wasn't for the words inscripted, saying it's third prize, it could be like, 6th prize. So that will remind me that if i don't continue to focus, pay attention and work hard, striving to the best of my ability to achieve success, i could fall from my position of 3rd to lower placings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it also can take on a sheen of gold or flash of silver in the sunlight, depending on the reflection and angle, which tells me if i work harder, it's possible for me to achieve gold or silver in future, as long as i'm willing to put in the hard work. Hard work pays off, and it will bear the fruit of our labour. It's just like that Chinese proverb i really like,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;一分耕耘，一分收&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;获, or that you reap what you sow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after all of it, there was a performance section of the stupid ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Gina said that was totally unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;So the performances consisted of the school choir (singing two songs called One Single Light and Double &amp;nbsp;Trouble or something like that. There was only ONE boy in the entire choir, the rest were all girls so the voices were all very high-pitched, like all of them were Sopranos... Well in a good way, you could call their "sweet" little voices angelic), Chinese and Malay dance.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it was absolutely unfortunate and extremely unfair that we were released at 11am while the ceremony was supposed to end at 10.40am, according to the programme sheet!&lt;br /&gt;Also, Gina told me they were released at 10.20am last year!&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess the performance part is to appease the parents who came to watch so that they won't think the prize giving was a waste of their precious time. Even though it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-1431829916438318723?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/1431829916438318723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-little-re-cap-on-prize-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1431829916438318723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1431829916438318723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-little-re-cap-on-prize-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-7791235180498078425</id><published>2011-11-17T06:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T06:35:21.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I'll go and make sure my brethren doesn't go overboard with root beer," Chiron said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought overboard pretty much summed up the Party Ponies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;**************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that came out of nowhere; unexpected, right? If you're curious, it's actually an excerpt from Percy Jackson and The Last Olympian while they're fighting the war against the titans, a little while before Kronos storms up to Olympus, wants to fulfill his promise by tearing it down break by break, his minions explode Artemis' shrine, Thalia says Kronos will pay for that, Thalia gets pinned down by Hera's marble statue, which she calls a "chunk of rock", Annabeth, Percy and Grover march into the throne room of the gods, Annabeth and Percy help Luke, Luke kills himself by stabbing his weak mortal point with Annabeth's dagger, in which he reaps his soul by a cursed blade, Kronos' essence is scattered so thin by the wind that he can't reform and they save the day. (They lived happily ever after. Not. Kind of a cliche, but i am still addicted to Rick Riordan's Heroes of Olympus series, though i hate Jason.) I just can't get it out of my mind. So anyway, i just typed it out for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, i'm multi-tasking. Females are awesome at that while males suck at multi-tasking. Urban myth. My dad proves that wrong. He can wash clothes, cook dinner and reprimand my brothers at the same time. And i kinda suck at multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm semi-blogging, semi-cutting out paper trees (i'm a weirdo) and eating a pancake curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it isn't exactly a pancake curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;It's more like a curry puff that has been flattened to pancake proportions.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I think you're rolling your eyes at my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;As i type, i'm balancing it on my lap. Gods, i hope it doesn't drop or i'll be a vlacas.&lt;br /&gt;That basically means i'm an idiot. In Greek. Also from Percy Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;Now, how come i don't have this photographic memory thing going when i try to memorise Science facts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm actually quite excited AND afraid at the same time, about PSLE results release date. Granted, i'm not as anxious as the others because i think i'll be able to secure an Express at least (right? RIGHT? what if i don't?! OMG) and get a confirmed place in DHS. If i didn't get through through DSA, i'd practically be hyperventilating now!&lt;br /&gt;Like having a hysterical and epileptic freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still quite frightened because even though i have a place in DHS, i'd like myself to perform well too. Even though i'm not exactly using my aggregate to do the S1 selection thing, i still don't want to disappoint myself. I REALLY WANT TO DO WELL.&lt;br /&gt;Pass with flying colours. Achieve stellar scores and return next year to endure another boring prize giving ceremony just for the sake of getting an absolutely lovely glass trophy.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's worth the boredom though. Will i still get the trophy if i skip it and come to collect it the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we get ahead of ourselves, we have to get through next Thursday, the highly anticipated date, 24th November!&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep our fingers crossed. For luck, i'd cross my toes too. If only i had Felix Felicis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-7791235180498078425?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/7791235180498078425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-go-and-make-sure-my-brethren-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7791235180498078425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7791235180498078425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-go-and-make-sure-my-brethren-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8122971682197918653</id><published>2011-11-15T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:46:17.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i won't be able to forgive myself if i don't blog at least ONE tiny post about Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;It deserves more than that. Graduation, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i can describe all about how it was and what happened, but i don't think i'm able to convey my exact feelings.&lt;br /&gt;One reason is because, well i forgot, after a restless night's slumber.&lt;br /&gt;However, some of the emotions are still lingering, which makes me think it'll be difficult for me to actually really forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is because i guess, everyone is really miserable about graduating.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we ARE overjoyed and elated and everything but deep down inside, you know there's a part of you that is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I am. Everybody hurts some day, it's okay to be afraid. Everybody hurts, everybody screams (exaggerated part), everybody feels this way. It's OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that wasn't actually written by me except for the brackets, because it's the lyrics to Avril Lavigne's song, Everybody Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I like that song so much and it relates to how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's a little too melodramatic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm acting so downcast.&lt;br /&gt;I think the tears that i couldn't shed yesterday have finally reached their destination at my tear-duds.&lt;br /&gt;My belated congratulations to the tears, you've finally completed your journey.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if the pain was numb yesterday and until now, when it just starts to surface and...&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;Like a kite without a string, without something anchoring me down, without someone directing and guiding me where to go and i'm just swaying, floating and flying wherever the wind goes.&lt;br /&gt;Spotted the melodramatic-ness yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i am acting like i've just been to a loved one's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;But i think it feels like a shadow of emotions someone gets when someone died.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though something has died, inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;A little.&lt;br /&gt;OMG there's something living inside me! It died! Someone, get it out! There's like, animal carcass and whatever. Gods.&lt;br /&gt;Well that was really weird and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the original, usual me is ALMOST back.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite soon. I know i'll be okay after i finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting goosebumps, like yesterday, but this isn't because of the cold.&lt;br /&gt;I'm near the middle, which means i'm almost finishing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends.&lt;br /&gt;That's the phrase they used for the poster for HP7 part 2, on the day the movie premiered.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends on Kindergarten Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends after Primary 1.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends after Primary 2.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends after Primary 3.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends after Primary 4.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends after Primary 5.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends after PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends on July 7 2011 (HP7 part 2 premiere).&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends after PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;It All Ends on October 15 2011, P6 Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember vividly, now, the feelings that transitioned through me as the night grew deeper.&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence and nostalgia as i was walking to school, looking at the ordinary grass, trees and blue sky (did i mention i like blue skies? they make me so happy. i just smile like a lunatic/idiot when i see nice blue sky).&lt;br /&gt;Forlorn as i trudged the familiar path to school for the last time as a Pasirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement and anticipation when i spotted my friends as i made my way to school and up to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Irritation soon ensued after Yu Hsiang, who was unfortunately seated behind me, started chatting boisterously. Really, you'd think that they'd mature a bit more. They've graduated for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusement and a little disgruntled as some people gave me MORE of those "memory books" to write a message to them and sign.&lt;br /&gt;If i was being cynical, i'd say that's so sweet. But really, i'm not trying to be contemptuous but i truly mean it: it's really an effort that i appreciate. I love writing, and love writing these for my friends to leave something for them to remember me of, but i'd never ask others to do it because i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm fine, i mean, if they want to keep in contact and remember me, that's what Facebook is for, right?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i can't remember my number, so i just write down: Keep in contact through Facebook! for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, i think it's really nice of all those friends who passed me their "memory books" to write something so that they can remember all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that we're now ex-Pasirians / alumni / graduates or whatever you want to call us, that means we're not friends anymore, right? It's not the end of the world. None of us are dead. We can talk and meet anytime. I mean, obviously, don't call me at midnight and request to meet. Like, are you bonkers?&lt;br /&gt;But you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i felt pride (i know, weird right?) when i saw so many of my good friends go up stage to receive a plaque (omg i love that, it's so SHINY, i'm gonna die! LOL) for their efforts as a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;Really. I felt proud. I mean, they did it. We did it. They made it. We did it. We all survived six years of our primary school education and it's the end of it now.&lt;br /&gt;And they were elected as prefects during the course of that honourable six years! Being a prefect used to be a dream harboured by me, and since i never became one (which is good, i now realize, all that responsibility would have drove me crazy), it seems such a responsible and noble job.&lt;br /&gt;Really, i feel grateful and appreciative for their efforts and i truly feel so proud to be able to call them my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was 6A's turn to go up stage to receive our booklet / folder thingy, shake hands with Mr Pierre, smile at the camera, walk, breathe, bow, and bow again. I felt a little intimidated, a little like stage fright, a little frightened cause i was thinking, it's ending soon, and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even hear any applause, if there was even any.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't care, don't bother, don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;I was too nervous to care about applause, for goodness sake anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief. Then the truth started sinking in.&lt;br /&gt;A little part of me was despairing, but more of it was too excited, glad, jubilant and ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;I clapped for all the people worth clapping for, clapped loudly for those who deserved it, like Adriel and Wan Lin, and for those people we were trying to tease, like Louis and Pulu (is that how you spell his name?).&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sad Wan Lin didn't get THAT loud of an applause. But she's so humble, i don't think she'd mind anyway. I will really miss her. I will miss EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully every single one of my friends will do well and enter DHS. Then we'll rule the school.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;But Wan Lin is aiming for DHS too, and she will definitely make it.&lt;br /&gt;With a genius brain like hers? No problem. She can even go to Nanyang, if she wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;Well she wants to go to DHS so i guess i'll see her next year there! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as the event drew to a close, we sang the song, i sang it with misery, elation and pride.&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to feel really despondent, realizing this was the time we bade everyone farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Our last moment as a Pasirian.&lt;br /&gt;It may be OUR moment as a graduate, but it was our last here, in this school as a student there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went round trying to find as many friends as possible to take photographs.&lt;br /&gt;I found some of them. Then i proceeded to hunt my teachers down.&lt;br /&gt;I found Mrs Pang.&lt;br /&gt;I took a photo with Mr Pierre as like, maybe momento of him as a excellent principal of ours, and also with a little reluctance cause that's weird. But it was also sort of his graduation, like he said, because he was leaving the school this year, so for good time's sake, i obliged to take the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers i really wanted to take with were Mdm Ong and Wei Lao Shi but i could not find both. I went around trying to find Wei Lao Shi first, because i like her best. Mdm Ong was a close second. But Judy told me Wei Lao Shi left, so i went to find Mdm Ong but was forced to admit she left already too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i will make sure i get photos with them before i truly leave, on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it all ended last night.&lt;br /&gt;Pooja's speech was well spoken, as usual. Great job to her. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it all ends, 15 Oct 2011.&lt;br /&gt;We really should have gotten a moment of silence, like in a funeral, but this should have been to reflect upon everything.&lt;br /&gt;But always remember, when one door closes, another opens.&lt;br /&gt;This may be an ending, but it's a beginning of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing i'll never forget is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONCE A PASIRIAN, ALWAYS A PASIRIAN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all strive To Be Our Best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8122971682197918653?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8122971682197918653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-i-wont-be-able-to-forgive-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8122971682197918653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8122971682197918653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-i-wont-be-able-to-forgive-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6550776739808805427</id><published>2011-11-15T03:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T04:01:57.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so i'm back for another post today!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time - what an amazement - yesterday to come online... Hmm, curious, i wonder what i did yesterday night? I seriously forgot.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i wanted to post about my experience of - drumroll - my LAST CIP in Primary School and experience of helping the old folks at Mountbatten CC.&lt;br /&gt;Oh back up, they technically don't belong to the CC or whatever, but we visited them there i think because it's more convenient since they have a stage for us to perform on there and seats for the old people. I feel kinda bad, cause ....&lt;br /&gt;Are those old people all from an old folks' home or something?&lt;br /&gt;In that case, then they'd have to purposely go down to the CC just to watch our performance and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the CC is quite near, i still feel guilty cause moving around unnecessarily is really troublesome, hectic and inconvenient for old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no it's starting to rain!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that was kinda out of nowhere and random right?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, completely off topic so let's go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope and wish with all my heart that we made the best out of it and made it enjoyable and worthwhile for the old people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i went with 6C and another class that i am not really sure of, i never attended one of their rehearsals and didn't know the lyrics to songs that they sang. Not even the fucking tune.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness they sang&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;问&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;天 and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;甜蜜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;蜜, so i knew the tune of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;But they also sang this old English song, which is by Karen Carpenter, one of my parents' favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;singers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I know, weird right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;It's actually THAT old of a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;So that song is called Top of The World, and fortunately i heard of it before - i'm sure we Pasirians all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;did,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;cause they played them once in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Well anyways, since all of them had the lyrics with them cause i think Miss Yap had them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;printed out and distributed to every student, i shared the lyrics with Judy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;And after that, we went to help the elderly that we were assigned to with Bingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Each group, which can consist of 2 to 5 people, are assigned to one elderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I was Group 15, together with Judy and we got this really nice old lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;She was so nice and thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;In addition, we had no communication problems because she could speak fluent chinese. She&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;understood every chinese word Judy and I said when we were talking to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Futhermore, she didn't have like, hearing problems so we didn't have to shout or whatever to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;converse with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I know she could speak Hokkien too, as i heard her talking to her friend. Both Judy and I understand&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Hokkien, but we didn't have to use dialects at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Time passed really fast and soon it was about 12.30pm and we distributed lunch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;some biscuits and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;coffee powder to the elderly before we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Before that, when Bingo ended, the old lady I was assigned to got to choose a "prize"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;which was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;actually like daily and food products that Miss Yap had wrapped just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;before we arrived, when we&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;were in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I know, because i was one of those helping her, and i was like holding the tape while&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Judy and Emily&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;cut it into strips for Miss Yap. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;So as for the prize, the old lady told Judy and me to help her choose anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;We went to take a look and one of them left was like biscuits and oatmeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;So then Judy went back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;to ask her if she wanted that, she said yes, so we brought it back to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;her seat for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Okay i'm describing it way too much in detail right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Okay so that's it for now. Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;P.S. My curtains are infested with Doxys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Just kidding. I don't even HAVE curtains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;By the way, in case you're wondering, Doxys are an invented magical beast which resembles the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;fairy or pixie but has two pairs of legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Its teeth are venomous but there is an antidote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;In Order of The Phoenix (yep, J.K. Rowling invented them for the Harry Potter books),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Doxys infested the curtains of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London, which was also the Order's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;headquarters at that time and the Black family's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;I don't know why i'm sharing this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Okay seriously, byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6550776739808805427?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6550776739808805427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-im-back-for-another-post-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6550776739808805427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6550776739808805427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-im-back-for-another-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5864686480714664936</id><published>2011-11-14T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:27:58.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG creative people are AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17705021/1438114451_5_PRNn_large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17705021/1438114451_5_PRNn_large.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17660351/cupcake-guitar_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17660351/cupcake-guitar_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5864686480714664936?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5864686480714664936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/omg-creative-people-are-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5864686480714664936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5864686480714664936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/omg-creative-people-are-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8377650157412732800</id><published>2011-11-13T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:11:51.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little something to remind all those who read this and bother to do it because of kindness or boredom's sake. Either way, JUST DO IT. I command you to! LOL. Just "Nike", alright?&lt;br /&gt;Nah just kidding, you're not obliged to do this but you can if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on this &lt;a href="http://www.makesomeonesday.sg/default.aspx?aid=21" target="_blank"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; to do your little part for the Kindness Movement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8377650157412732800?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8377650157412732800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-little-something-to-remind-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8377650157412732800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8377650157412732800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-little-something-to-remind-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8101573629906650831</id><published>2011-11-13T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:50:51.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is considered quite a late update cause it's already 8pm+ but fortunately, my father still allows me to use my Mac... That's really rare and generous for him.&lt;br /&gt;But partly, it's because he's currently immersed in the television programme that he's watching in the living room, which gives me temporary peace, calm and tranquility. For now. It's the calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll just take this time to just blog a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is World Kindness Day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't done a good deed. Neither have I given a daisy to someone a random kind soul who did.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I just love ice cream, though i CAN live without it. I'm not sure about chocolate, though.&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to Gina about it the other day - i know, weird topic to converse about right?&lt;br /&gt;So both of us agreed that we could live without ice cream, but asking us to never consume chocolate again in our entire lives would be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my favourite brands would be Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i know, it's really expensive, though one tub would be much cheaper in comparison than when you eat one cup at the Scoops Stores or whatever their outlets in shopping malls and stuff are called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just came across by accident these few, let's call it interesting and unique flavours of B&amp;amp;J ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, they're cool - pun unintended - in another, you could call them downright bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just the name. Taste it and it's golden.&lt;br /&gt;Well i've never tried it, but the packaging looks temptingly delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of creamy, frozen goodness with mountains of cookie chips or whatever. Divinity in a tub.&lt;br /&gt;That's stretching the truth to the point of breaking, to be honest. It's way too exaggerated, like a commercial on television or something, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well these are the pictures of the ice cream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onemixedbag.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/benandjerry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://onemixedbag.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/benandjerry.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't this sound so, extremely, uber awesome and decadent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatsnoice.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/B63C89D6-CA95-4E28-9045-78B62661495F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thatsnoice.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/B63C89D6-CA95-4E28-9045-78B62661495F.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.thatsfit.com/media/2009/08/ben-jerrys-sweet-cream-cookies-240km081209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.thatsfit.com/media/2009/08/ben-jerrys-sweet-cream-cookies-240km081209.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This flavour is coming to Singapore soon! Of course, they already sell it at the outlets but they're going to sell it in tubs at supermarkets and stuff - i saw a poster outside NTUC the other day. I can't wait! LOL :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sogoodblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/yes-pecan-275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.sogoodblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/yes-pecan-275.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sogoodblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/yes-pecan4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sogoodblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/yes-pecan4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is actually pecan ice cream, and they put it with Obama's picture, because if i'm not wrong, it was his campaign's slogan or something he said in a speech, "Yes, We Can!" LOL, that's kind of corny and cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But trust B&amp;amp;J to turn a plain ol' vanilla ice cream into something to do with the President of the United States. Political much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.seattlepi.com/thebigblog/files/2011/04/americone-dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.seattlepi.com/thebigblog/files/2011/04/americone-dream.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another American thing. What it exactly is about, i'm not sure though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it sounds heavenly. The flavour, i mean, not the American "Americone" Dream thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/racked-ben-jerry-s.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/racked-ben-jerry-s.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so this is LOL-worthy. They named it after Anna Wintour, who is editor-in-chief for Teen Vogue. Are they implying that she's bananas, then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://racked.com/uploads/2011-10-DonnaKaramel-thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://racked.com/uploads/2011-10-DonnaKaramel-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another fashion related thing! This time, it's named after the fashion brand, Donna Karen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAEXNH0nVoU/TBe11LYmMtI/AAAAAAAAE94/UtUPJFCZviU/s1600/benandjerryswearewaffeling.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAEXNH0nVoU/TBe11LYmMtI/AAAAAAAAE94/UtUPJFCZviU/s320/benandjerryswearewaffeling.JPG" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This. Is. Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so that's it for now. Until next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8101573629906650831?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8101573629906650831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-this-is-considered-quite-late-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8101573629906650831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8101573629906650831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-this-is-considered-quite-late-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAEXNH0nVoU/TBe11LYmMtI/AAAAAAAAE94/UtUPJFCZviU/s72-c/benandjerryswearewaffeling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-3277275886776922770</id><published>2011-11-10T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:21:57.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so more about paper art, but less of the amateur ones.&lt;br /&gt;So the inspiration for this year's IEP paper art is from Helen Musselwhite's works of art, according to the PowerPoint slide that the instructors showed us on Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;I went to search some of them and they're really incredible and breathtakingly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helenmusselwhite.com/userimages/Box1-screen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://www.helenmusselwhite.com/userimages/Box1-screen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helenmusselwhite.com/USERIMAGES/hej.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.helenmusselwhite.com/USERIMAGES/hej.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg62/witchyhoy3/jerrick/jerrick2/helen_musselwhite5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg62/witchyhoy3/jerrick/jerrick2/helen_musselwhite5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helenmusselwhite.com/USERIMAGES/Summer%20Owls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="http://www.helenmusselwhite.com/USERIMAGES/Summer%20Owls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3762072886_be4db3d324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3762072886_be4db3d324.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHfFD6YmuwI/TdBg0BiX2pI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lk5grWcpKAU/s1600/Island+Cottage+Glass+Dome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHfFD6YmuwI/TdBg0BiX2pI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lk5grWcpKAU/s320/Island+Cottage+Glass+Dome.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gH3sLr46NI/SbOyL7riouI/AAAAAAAAB1I/by8KmBgk53g/s320/Helen+M+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gH3sLr46NI/SbOyL7riouI/AAAAAAAAB1I/by8KmBgk53g/s320/Helen+M+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2UwXPkkW2o/S96hBSq8ygI/AAAAAAAAAps/TihHg_eIN_M/s1600/twc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2UwXPkkW2o/S96hBSq8ygI/AAAAAAAAAps/TihHg_eIN_M/s320/twc1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As for these few below, i'm not sure if i like them as much as those on top, but they are really intricate and nice-looking. You have to admit, this Helen is a GENIUS with paper. Where on earth does she get the ideas? How on earth does she cut it all so accurately with such deft skill? And those motifs are fabulous; i think it's stamp-craft... Oh Gods i always wanted to do stamping, but it's way too expensive, difficult and complicated, with so many materials you need to use and buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helenmusselwhite.com/USERIMAGES/foxy(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://www.helenmusselwhite.com/USERIMAGES/foxy(1).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://visualingual.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/helen-musselwhite.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=431" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://visualingual.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/helen-musselwhite.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=431" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativereview.co.uk/images/uploads/2009/07/4_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://www.creativereview.co.uk/images/uploads/2009/07/4_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And now, the final one, which i saved the best for the last... I think this is really the best i seen so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.square-one.co.uk/assets/images/AOH2011/Summer-Housefineline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.square-one.co.uk/assets/images/AOH2011/Summer-Housefineline.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know, you could think this is actually very awful, or find that another one above is better looking, but i'm not sure. Then again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it's up to our personal preferences. But i just wanted to share these amazing art, so feast your eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-3277275886776922770?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/3277275886776922770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-more-about-paper-art-but-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3277275886776922770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3277275886776922770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-more-about-paper-art-but-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3762072886_be4db3d324_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-7177306218208455395</id><published>2011-11-10T05:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:26:25.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the pictures i took of the paper art, sorry if quality is lousy cause the resolution isn't that excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296802_2128201489976_1394120520_31743843_999887856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296802_2128201489976_1394120520_31743843_999887856_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310318_2128200249945_1394120520_31743841_1285905052_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310318_2128200249945_1394120520_31743841_1285905052_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/314953_2128216210344_1394120520_31743850_99925439_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bigger version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/314953_2128216210344_1394120520_31743850_99925439_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/314953_2128216210344_1394120520_31743850_99925439_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-7177306218208455395?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/7177306218208455395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-are-pictures-i-took-of-paper-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7177306218208455395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7177306218208455395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-are-pictures-i-took-of-paper-art.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-2767287628229215565</id><published>2011-11-10T05:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T05:16:48.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick update now, about IEP since it's over.&lt;br /&gt;So well, I swallow all my words about how i felt about Paper Art yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so it's granted that yesterday's 3 hours was a little wasted because it was a little boring, since we hardly did anything but draw drafts, cut then paste.&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;We took a piece of cupboard each, then chose three colours as background. Well actually just two, because black was compulsory. I'm not complaining because i like it and it turned out quite well in the end.&lt;br /&gt;So as for the other colours, i chose sky blue and this really pretty ivory colour.&lt;br /&gt;The texture of the ivory paper was a little different from the other two colours, because it was like rougher, a little like papyrus. But that's what makes it cool and unique too.&lt;br /&gt;Well so we cut up the black and blue, then pasted it according to light-colour to dark, so the ivory was on top, followed by blue in the middle and black at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were practically COERCED to make our leaves and grass either yellow or orange.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, different and unusual in a bad way, but who does that?&lt;br /&gt;It totally doesn't fit the color theme i thought of at first in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;It fits like, autumn theme...&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, my picture turned into a sort of late-autumn thing.&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;Since November would be like, so called winter right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure, because Singapore isn't a temperate country so we don't experience four seasons here right next to the equator.&lt;br /&gt;So 31 October is considered LATE (very) autumn right?&lt;br /&gt;And in the first place, i decided to add in two pumpkins, so that fits.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween, autumn and pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so then i had two butterflies, a ladybird and a dragonfly.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention two koi-fish.&lt;br /&gt;The fishes were a last minute job so it's quite shoddy. The dragonfly, too, was done hastily, but i think it turned out okay. Acceptable, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Then i had yellow grass and a moon. The ivory is the sky part, so i glued the moon there.&lt;br /&gt;Then since i didn't have enough time to do it on the first day, i went home and cut out these black silhouettes of spindly trees with no leaves (autumn, remember? Besides, it's easier to cut without leaves, ha) and pasted them beside, so it looks quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my favourite section cause i like it very much and i'm the most satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;But the other two sections (divided by the colours of the background) are fine.&lt;br /&gt;The blue became a pond, obviously. So i had a lily pad and two water lilies, one lilac and violet, the other burgundy and red. The fishes go here, of course, while the dragonfly is at rest on the lily pad.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the black section, at the bottom i had yellow grass and then because the female instructor (there's another guy one, called Mr Michael who according to Xiang Ting is VERY funny and keeps cracking her up) whose name is pronounced Miss Bees (i have no idea how to spell her name) told me to add some green grass "popping out" to add depth, i added three rows of it above the yellow grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then beside the grass, i added a LARGE pumpkin that looks more like a striped, orange apple, on which i placed the lady bird, which has gigantic, sparkly eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, as in those manga-style eyes. It doesn't look like it but anyway, i was in a rush, so forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;So the pumpkin's on the left side of the black side, so the right side has this lavender flower on a long green stalk with three leaves, one of which is HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the HUGE leaf is because on the first day, because i thought we were not going to get green, i used ORANGE (hideous right?) for the stalk, which was a massive fail. So when we got the green paper today, i covered it up, but it wasn't exact so i had to paste that extra leaf on to obscure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the top of the black section, i put this long pumpkin, then put the second butterfly, which is smaller than the first, on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;So, now for a more detailed description of the butterflies:&lt;br /&gt;the first butterfly is burgundy / magenta while the second is indigo, but both of their patterns / motifs are of the same design, a little like the blue butterfly i painted last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the insects and flowers, plus the fishes and green grass are ALL pop-up, which was created using foam tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i think this IEP was EXTREMELY FUN, and the final product is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's own "master piece" was amazing, but what makes it the best is having the sense of satisfaction of having created your own art piece.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, you get to bring it back, frame it up or whatever and display it proudly on the walls and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Or just dump it in the rubbish bin in shame. Just kidding. No one would do that... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm just really grateful to the school for organizing IEP annually for students to have an opportunity to pick up new skills, learn exciting new things, broaden their horizons and mindsets and discover or hone their talents. This is really a fantastic programme and i couldn't have enjoyed myself better; really it's delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-2767287628229215565?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/2767287628229215565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/quick-update-now-about-iep-since-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2767287628229215565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2767287628229215565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/quick-update-now-about-iep-since-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-7565051517252882992</id><published>2011-11-08T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:04:37.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i am just posting an update for the sake of updating. Anyway, it's more of placating myself so that i won't have a guilty conscience that i did not post for ages. No one else reads this blog, it's almost like talking to a wall when i post here. But whatever. I can treat this blog as a diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stupid fucking diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. So anyway, the reason why i'm awake so early today is because i forgot that today was one of the IEP days. And i was SO looking forward to and anticipating IEP... that yeah, i forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;The irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i skipped school on Tuesday, which is yesterday, i feel extremely contrite.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if i'm some kind of juvenile delinquent who plays truant. Okay, but then again i don't vandalize and smoke and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on. This is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so i didn't go to school so no one reminded me that tomorrow would be IEP.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, yours truly - truly very idiotic - woke up at 6.30am this morning, packed my bag, ate my breakfast and stuff... then set off to school. Upon reaching school, i felt that something was amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i inevitably found out from my friends as soon as i messaged them "When is IEP?" and Emily and Judy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slaughtering myself for my stupidity. I'll settle for a hit on my head. Nah, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i'm really anticipating IEP. I haven't forgotten the tragedy of last year, when i had to join Soccer for IEP. First of all, it was disappointing and miserable to not have a chance to join Batik Painting, which was something i was really enthusiastic for, hence it was my first choice in the form that i submitted, or at least Paper Art, which turned out to be really awesome, fun and amazing. But between Yo-yo and Soccer, which to me, is like asking me to choose, between a rock and a hard place, i'd honestly rather choose Soccer, because at least i'd get some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay cut the crap about whatever stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just hopelessly shit at Yo-yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i hope this year's Paper Art will be great, because last year's one was masks, both Chinese and Western style. I liked the Western one a lot, cause it was those kind of masquerade masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it about IEP... And another thing.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't going to help stop this thing on Facebook or whatever but i'm just so irked out and exasperated that i'll just "rant" about it.&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck do people have to actually act all girly and cutesy on the internet and on multi-media platforms like Twitter, Myspace and Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;It's nauseating and sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously, all that love stuff is making me so peeved. Seriously, instead of daydreaming of a Prince Charming or knight in shining armour coming to rescue you, the damsel in distress, and riding off into the sunset on his white stead or flashy Ferrari or something, GET A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one needs to know about your "romance" woes too.&lt;br /&gt;That's just plain annoying, infuriating and attention-seeking on your part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-7565051517252882992?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/7565051517252882992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/bonjour-everyone-okay-so-i-am-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7565051517252882992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7565051517252882992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/bonjour-everyone-okay-so-i-am-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-3222383523134650912</id><published>2011-11-04T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T04:28:23.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I should be studying, though i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work to do and there's even Math tuition tomorrow at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Brace myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i'll eat something after shutting down this distracting computer, then i PROMISE i'll start studying.&lt;br /&gt;Swear.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so... Schedule. That's important.&lt;br /&gt;Well to me, it is. I like arranging my time and things to do in order. That way, i can manage it easier and complete my tasks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gotta prioritize.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is important, so that'll be first. Go through the compositions Wei Lao Shi gave us and then one chapter of HMT.&lt;br /&gt;Then, The Living Past, i guess. Finish a few chapters.&lt;br /&gt;Then pack my bag for tomorrow. Oh yeah, and i need to remember to buy conditioner and shampoo for my hair, plus go to eHub to repair my spectacles cause they got hit and bent during basketball this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and charge my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tomorrow, i have to remember to ask Gina what time we are supposed to go to school, cause we're going for that "Come See My School" event for Fathers At School.&lt;br /&gt;My brother forgot to submit the form so thank gods, he's not going. Great.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll then leave at about 9.45am maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we will have to bring our bags with the tuition stuff to school before leaving for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Then at 12pm tuition ends, then i'll go home and eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's not talk about lunch. And not waste time. I'll go eat NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes. Adios. Au revoir. Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-3222383523134650912?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/3222383523134650912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-i-should-be-studying-though-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3222383523134650912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3222383523134650912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-i-should-be-studying-though-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5173806590557666973</id><published>2011-11-03T05:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:48:15.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay right now i decided, why not take a LITTLE break from all the books and just watch Hot Shot?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i haven't watched it for AGES, like, since last year!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's a well deserved break... Right?&lt;br /&gt;No. I wish. It'd be well deserved if i finished learning at least 3 chapters of Chinese, read the first 5 chapters of Geography and completed reading The Living Past. And finished my write up on the history of China.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, better not waste time. Gotta go watch several episodes of Hot Shot, then I PROMISE I WILL START ON READING. Swear. I can't screw my Sec 1 year, nor my entire education up.&lt;br /&gt;Not for Hot Shot. Not for anything that pales in comparison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5173806590557666973?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5173806590557666973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-right-now-i-decided-why-not-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5173806590557666973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5173806590557666973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-right-now-i-decided-why-not-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5443587974184098206</id><published>2011-11-03T05:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:28:34.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this, and i really have to rant about it.&lt;br /&gt;Even if no one reads, at least i'll get this stupid thing off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;It's practically driving me crazy - i've been brooding over it since recess this morning, when i flipped through Asian Geographic.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the earth is threatened by global warming. Yeah, alert the press. Big news.&lt;br /&gt;As if you guys didn't know about it earlier already.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, this is big news, even if you knew about it previously.&lt;br /&gt;This concerns all of us, not just one random Tom, Dick or Harry in the world.&lt;br /&gt;If the earth is plagued by natural disasters worldwide thanks to global warming, the monster of our creation, all of us are going to get affected.&lt;br /&gt;The entire, freaking world is threatened and in danger.&lt;br /&gt;Screw all those endangered animals threatened by human activities such as poaching, destruction of habitat due to deforestation and stuff - though that's our fault too. Humans must be the worst thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and i am implying to myself too.&lt;br /&gt;All of us, as long as we fall under the classification of humans - hello, if you're not, you're welcome to notify me, i'll be very interested to see what kind of species you are, what, an alien from Mars? - we are the most selfish, self-centered, cruel and evil kind of things around.&lt;br /&gt;From Adolf Hitler ordering massacres on the Jews for a crazy reason to me killing an ant, we are cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish. Evil beyond imagination. The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks to our stupid selfish activities, of us humans, even those from previous eras, generations, millennia, whatever. From those partying in the 50s, all that crazy outfits, ensembles, disco and dance in Gods-knows what era, 60s? 70s? Those snobby, filthy rich people who buy vineyards and cellars full of aged wines, hosting charity - yeah do yourself a favour, what you can really do to help EVERYONE and not just African orphans or poverty-stricken people and whatever, just stop doing these kind of ridiculous stuff, they honestly do more harm to our planet than help, because imagine the waste of food and everything just leftover from ONE of these kind of balls and galas - benefits and events, eating feasts, buffets, caviar, champagne, dumb food and spoiled brats that can't live without sleek cars that chauffeur them everywhere, with their plush upholstery and air-conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do these idiots realize the irony of AIR-CONDITIONING?&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck invented this in the first place? Earning loads of money for a god-forsaken, retarded machine that pollutes and harms the environment? Screw them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, people switch on air-cons to make themselves feel cooler right?&lt;br /&gt;But do they even know that if they didn't use air-cons in the first place, then there would be less carbon emissions produced from the air-cons, less global warming and it would be much COOLER in the first place, so there'd be no need for air-cons.&lt;br /&gt;And the wind is so freaking strong, we practically have rain everyday here in tropical countries, hailstones and snow in temperate countries and even hurricanes, torpedoes, whirlwinds and typhoons in some other countries, IT'S SO COLD. Where's the need for air-cons?&lt;br /&gt;This freakish weather is all messed up, by the way, because of global warming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice, the Maldives and any low-lying city or island are going to be SUBMERGED in several decades time, in our life-times. Do you want that to happen? More importantly, do you want that to happen in your life time, when you have to suffer?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i certainly do not want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water has already flooded parts of Greenland and is eating away parts of the land there.&lt;br /&gt;Every year, the amount of land left in that country is getting lesser and lesser.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, all there'll be left of Greenland will be the "green" because all the "land" will be GONE!&lt;br /&gt;Yet humans are still driving vehicles, that produce harmful toxins such as carbon monoxide, and even worse, carbon dioxide, which is a greenhouse gas, from their exhausts.&lt;br /&gt;The excess of greenhouse gases will create an excess of greenhouse effect, which is the warming of the earth, which is caused when sort of a "blanket" of greenhouse gases around earth's atmosphere so when the sun's heat enters the earth, more of the heat will be trapped in earth's atmosphere by the blanket of air, and earth will heat up. Excess of the greenhouse effect will contribute to global warming.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, some gases such as one greenhouse effect called chloroflurocarbons (CFC) will deplete the ozone layer, which protects the earth from the harmful ultra violet rays from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there is already a large hole in the ozone layer directly above the ice caps and glaciers in the North and South poles (or is it just one pole?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the heat from the sun will cause the glaciers to melt (the Himalayan glaciers have also already started melting and scientists reckon that by 2030, the glaciers will only be one-fifth of their original size, because the rest would have melted) and the sea levels are definitely going to rise and flood many countries. Hence, several countries might even be completely or partially submerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just ONE of the MANY problems global warming causes.&lt;br /&gt;So wake up, everyone! But seriously, there's no point because this is NOT a nightmare that you can just wake up from. This is reality and is our future. Without a shadow of a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;It IS our future. I know, technically, the future isn't set in stone, everyone knows that. We can prolong this grim predicament but we can only delay it. One day in the near future, this will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whether you like it or not, we are all going to die. Old, young, adults, teenagers, youths, from all walks of life, we're going to die. I mean, we're living things, so we all have to die someday, but this means that we're NOT going to die of natural causes. When it comes, we all die, even the children, who never got a chance to live, and see all the things that they're previous, selfish generations saw and did (like extinct species of animals... e.g. right now, whenever we want to see an elephant or tiger, we can just hop down to the zoo to look at them. In future, when future generations of children want to see these animals, they probably have to look through old photographs to catch a glimpse of them. Hell, they probably don't even know what an elephant is. Maybe the only animal they'll know of will be cockroaches, because these things are like, impossible to kill and die out. Seriously. They've survived since the prehistoric ages. Dinosaurs die, dinosaurs go, but cockroaches are still here).&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just sad? I mean, the future children's fates, not the cockroaches, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, screw all those people who think the earth is going to die.&lt;br /&gt;The earth is NOT going to die.&lt;br /&gt;The earth is already dying. No wait, correction.&lt;br /&gt;The earth is ALREADY &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;, and it will definitely be, if no one does anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Like how everyone always says there's no such thing as impossible, i say, there's such a thing as possible.&lt;br /&gt;And one thing that is possible, and more than that, ABSOLUTELY going to happen, is that the earth &lt;i&gt;will die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that happy note, i'll bade my goodbyes for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5443587974184098206?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5443587974184098206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5443587974184098206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5443587974184098206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-4673006020644397086</id><published>2011-11-02T00:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:08:17.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay hi guys i skipped school today again. Let's not make it a habit, because it's not exactly very good. Well, i didn't exactly plan to skip school, i already packed my bag the night before - sort of, which is considerably good because i don't ever pack my bag, but seeing as how my bag was filled to the brim (slight exaggeration) with books that i borrowed from the library yesterday, of course i had to empty it a little - and already decided what to do in class the next day; typical day: read, of course. There's really no need to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, Winette and Gina aren't at school today too, which makes me feel less guilty about my actions. I'm always like that. When i'm not the only so called victim and someone else is in the same situation as me, i feel much better about it. That way, it's like, if i die, you die with me too. Lol, something like that. Just not the death situation, though i reckon dying alone would be pretty pathetic and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, anyway, i decided to take some pointers from Gina. I mean, she's like Resident Genius. Sort of, i guess. And she just loves history and all, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;Hence, i'm going to use her method and take notes while i read all those books i borrowed yesterday from the library. Okay i am typing really slowly now because i'm a little freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with the wind?&lt;br /&gt;It's just literally howling and whipping onto my face - serious, i'm sitting next to the window but the wind is so freakishly strong - and even the posters on my wall are fluttering.&lt;br /&gt;Gods, i hope it's not about to rain again!&lt;br /&gt;Well the wind died down a little. Crazy wind.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'd say "whew, thank gods" but i don't want to jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh there it goes again, gods-damned crazy wind, blowing like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well wind that needs to be checked into mental hospitals aside, i forgot what i wanted to write about...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;I just love that word. Some words like this really portray a substantial tangibility.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so you probably don't get what i mean but er, sort of like, you just read out that word and you get a little of the idea of what it means. Okay so you still don't get what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my description skills are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so before we move on, wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off, insane, berserk and demented wind!&lt;br /&gt;Even the wind chimes in my living room are tinkling - no, more like clattering about - like mad.&lt;br /&gt;I think i just heard something drop. Oh Gods. I think i better shut all the windows before everything drops and shatters into smithereens, then my parents come back in the evening to find the house and its furniture all wrecked more effectively than a rampaging rhinoceros or a bull in a china shop.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the subject. I seriously should not be sidetracked so easily.&lt;br /&gt;So abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand that word, please do yourself, Mdm Ong and me a favour. Check the fucking dictionary, please.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it surprising that i can say a profanity so politely, that i even include a "please" in my sentence when i say "fuck"?&lt;br /&gt;More like appalling.&lt;br /&gt;Well keep your pants on. And that's JUST a figure of speech, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I got sidetracked YET AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;Okay no more sidetracks.&lt;br /&gt;Abstinence (how many times have i repeated the word? maybe it'll work better if i drill it into my head?).&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially boycotting McDonald's food.&lt;br /&gt;And abstaining from consuming any food that contains even a trace of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry, edit a little. Maybe if it contains A LITTLE (just a tiny, minute, minuscule bit) sugar, that's acceptable. Like, things you can't avoid like maybe fresh milk, fruit juice once in a while, fruits and stuff. I mean, hell, even vegetables contain sugar!&lt;br /&gt;Like, hello, starch?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, finally a chance to revise on Science!&lt;br /&gt;Okay quick revision!&lt;br /&gt;Glucose is also sugar, which is food for plants produced in a process called photosynthesis, in which the plant produces glucose as the main product and oxygen as the by-product, in the presence of light when water and carbon dioxide is available.&lt;br /&gt;The plant captures light using chlorophyll, which is a green pigment found in chloroplasts, which are usually found on the leaves of a plant.&lt;br /&gt;The plant obtains water by absorbing it from the ground using its roots.&lt;br /&gt;The plant obtains carbon dioxide by exchanging gases from the surrounding air through its stomata, more of which are usually found on the underside of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Any extra glucose produced during photosynthesis is stored in plant parts in the form of starch.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this whole description comes in one full circle to how vegetables (comprises of plant parts; carrots are roots, cabbage are leaves and broccoli are flowers, for example) contain sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that was not exactly quick and short revision but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy i can remember this much, at least.&lt;br /&gt;The more facts i can remember, the merrier i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that sounds very cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, i swear off Mcdonald's food and sugary foods and beverages for ONE year.&lt;br /&gt;That is, since i started this swear thing yesterday, Nov 1 2011, it will end on Nov 1 2012.&lt;br /&gt;To make it even more accurate, let's write two variations of the date.&lt;br /&gt;One done, so second one: 01/11/12&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that that is done... Other things.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-4673006020644397086?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/4673006020644397086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-hi-guys-i-skipped-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4673006020644397086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4673006020644397086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-hi-guys-i-skipped-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8929440832817483492</id><published>2011-10-31T03:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T03:32:02.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i'm officially bored.&lt;br /&gt;I was just eating lunch earlier on and there was this oldies chinese show on television.&lt;br /&gt;So the starting was some stupid close up of this crazy guy shooting out tons of bullets from his gun with a grunt face like he has constipation or whatever, with his black leather jacket flying out behind him like an odd Bat-Man or something. Plus, he has a helmet hairdo. Oh gods, i think an afro would have looked way better than that.&lt;br /&gt;He's actually trying to look cool.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right. That would have looked cool about, what, 50 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;That show is so retro in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this random post is posted for the sake of boredom and updating.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me. Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8929440832817483492?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8929440832817483492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-im-officially-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8929440832817483492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8929440832817483492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-im-officially-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5768315010434061027</id><published>2011-10-30T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:16:06.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, i updated my template on the area of "I'm Obsessed With...".&lt;br /&gt;Well this isn't exactly an obsession or whatever, but i just simply want to share with everyone the delights of kindness! Seriously, you have nothing to lose but everything to gain by knowing about World Kindness Day. Well i sound really arrogant, so forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;Well although you should make an effort to be extra and specially kind on that day - remember and don't forget, 13 November! - you should also strive to be kind EVERY SINGLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Make it a habit to do good deeds, be kind and make that your nature!&lt;br /&gt;Well here's a few pictures i got to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that reminds me: i was right - that yellow flower that i assumed was a daisy IS a daisy!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome right? No.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. 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Those are really incredible and delightful - i just want to hole up somewhere at home with a computer and read it.&lt;br /&gt;I was half pleading my father to just let me bring the iPad to school so i can read the fanfiction in class.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, there's nothing to do in class anyway! The teachers let us do anything we want and they hardly conduct ANY lessons.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, whatever reason i give, my dad won't concede, because he thinks i'm irresponsible - and frankly, i think he's actually right - and that i'll probably lose the iPad. True enough.&lt;br /&gt;Then anyway, it's good i'm staying home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tickled pink and on cloud nine. Lol, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevers.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, what i really want to talk about is something i am quite enthusiastic about.&lt;br /&gt;WORLD KINDNESS DAY !&lt;br /&gt;That's what.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll fill in those who are really clueless about it.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it takes place on 13 November ANNUALLY. Easy enough a date for me to remember, since that is next month and my favourite number is 13.&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the pictures and banners all plastered all over the MRT train i took back home just now, with the words and captions "World Kindness Day" and the Singa-the-Lion whatsits emblazoned all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. Whatever person who does kind deeds, is gracious, kind and helps you on that day, you can get that pretty yellow flower - i think it's a daisy - and give it to them as a form of appreciation and gratitude. That is really gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, you can give paper yellow flowers (i for one, know that they actually have those that you can tear from perforated lines and slot them in their allocated places together and viola, there you have a paper yellow flower thingy! It's actually on a postcard, it looks VERY nice, and you can get loads of them from the Zone thing or whatever that is. Well i know there's one in the Pasir Ris NLB. Just go on a rampage and steal a stack of those postcards, i they still have them there. But i don't know, Judy, Kym and I took LOADS of them last year, i still have them!) or real yellow flowers. Okay i gotta stop calling them yellow flowers. Seriously, they have a name.&lt;br /&gt;Well since i assume they are daisies (don't worry, i'm obsessed with them right now, so i'm going to Google/Wiki and research them later, provided i have time after reading fanfictions), i'll start calling them daisies instead. There. Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until next time (which will be pretty soon!), when i find out more about World Kindness Day and get my hands on some information and pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8765586623604816811?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8765586623604816811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-i-know-i-havent-been-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8765586623604816811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8765586623604816811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-i-know-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-7578918201486385158</id><published>2011-10-27T02:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T02:18:54.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so i'm just home for a short while because i'm leaving to go back to school soon, at about 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like it's about to rain - it's as if someone draped a large, heavy grey blanket over the sky and black clouds are scudding across the inky dark sky, scattering the swirls of snowy-white clouds. Thunder rumbles and streaks of lightning flash menacingly, hailing the inevitable sheets or torrential rain.&lt;br /&gt;Just your typical composition-style rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there was just a light drizzle while i was walking back home with Gina.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gods, why must you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't yesterday enough? The rain made the BBQ half as fun (by the way, i'll talk more about the BBQ later on, after i get back) and now i have to go to school, you're going to do this to me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway i haven't eaten lunch yet, that's why i intend to leave home early (i just had to come home to change into school uniform) and head back to school earlier to have lunch in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Gina and I have to meet Mdm Ong at 3.50pm but i just think i can eat at my own leisure speed without haste and then perhaps read a book before 3.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have to then WALK to Loyang Primary (opposite Casuarina).&lt;br /&gt;Like, just the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;In normal circumstances, sunny day with magnolia clouds and blue sky, sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, i can picture the scene right now in my head:&lt;br /&gt;three gloomy silhouettes of people walking in the heavy, torrential downpour, battling their way and wading through puddles, soaked to the skin as we make our way to...&lt;br /&gt;...a photo-shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine us being in a photograph, completely drenched like a half-drowned dog or something, with our hair matted and clothes plastered to the skin?&lt;br /&gt;Okay so dogs don't wear clothes, technically. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i can't talk for much longer cause i have to go soon and i haven't packed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness i changed already.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sky, please hold up for a little while!&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Then you can start raining the moment i step in school, alright?&lt;br /&gt;Then rain as heavy as you like, then at 3.45pm, immediately STOP, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-7578918201486385158?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/7578918201486385158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-im-just-home-for-short-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7578918201486385158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7578918201486385158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-im-just-home-for-short-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-7588410942957514223</id><published>2011-10-24T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:22:02.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so i was just searching through Harry Potter pictures on WeHeartIt. Again.&lt;br /&gt;So while i was typing the first sentence, my hand was just ITCHING to type out: again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am kind of lame, but you can seriously find all these really enthralling and cool pictures there.&lt;br /&gt;So i kind of stumbled upon all these "Twilight VS Harry Potter" and "Twilight Sucks" pictures.&lt;br /&gt;You can try searching them yourself on WeHeartIt - they're so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;But here are some of my favourite ones; and they're seriously funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14127064/216463_1887428555772_1543190951_1948358_8354579_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14127064/216463_1887428555772_1543190951_1948358_8354579_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14118530/317102069_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14118530/317102069_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14898022/266145_460s_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14898022/266145_460s_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11495066/tumblr_lnpdhiRU1i1qbqqaqo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11495066/tumblr_lnpdhiRU1i1qbqqaqo1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8899385/Real_vampires_dont_shine_by_MyOwnVenom_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8899385/Real_vampires_dont_shine_by_MyOwnVenom_large.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/2691704/tumblr_l4cy6kIhZL1qzkrj1o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/2691704/tumblr_l4cy6kIhZL1qzkrj1o1_500_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-7588410942957514223?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/7588410942957514223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-i-was-just-searching-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7588410942957514223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7588410942957514223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-i-was-just-searching-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5800961001034123229</id><published>2011-10-24T06:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:22:39.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so i hi, i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'll just say what happened just now during most of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;So after school straight away, i came back home and since my dad was home, he prepared some lunch for me. Actually, i thought maybe i could go out and eat, since i had to leave at about 2.10pm and by the time i reached home, it was already 1.40pm. There was only 30 minutes left!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to bathe, thank gods.&lt;br /&gt;If i did that i probably would have been VERY late.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually bathe first when i know i'm going to go out soon, because, like, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;You bathe, you're clean, then the minute you go out, you're going to get dirty again.&lt;br /&gt;So why not just bathe once, like after you come back home and aren't going to go out again later?&lt;br /&gt;That way you save water (indirectly to saving time), soap, time and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't argue much about the wasting clothes thing, because Winette will get kind of pissed off when she reads this, since we already had a heated argument about this in the bus just now.&lt;br /&gt;But i just HAVE to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, if you really want to bathe, and in the event you say, "Fine, since i don't want to waste clothes and change a new set of clothing, i'll just bathe and wear back the clothes i was wearing."&lt;br /&gt;If the clothes you were wearing are dirty, after you bathe and you're clean, you put on the dirty clothes and get filthy all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you were already wearing some clothes before you bathed, why not just forget all about bathing and just keep wearing it?&lt;br /&gt;The clothes aren't THAT dirty, and in the first place, you're already quite dirty (unless of course you're really very dirty, like dripping with perspiration and matted with dirt and all that, then by all means - BATHE!) so there's really no point in bathing and then changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, on to the topic i REALLY wanted to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;What we did was actually: we met up... about 8 of us to buy the food needed for the BBQ on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you living under rocks, and you don't know about this, Wednesday happens to be 26 of October and Deepavali (how do you spell this thing?)... OKAY &amp;nbsp;forget about it. The Festival of Lights (another name for it) happens to fall on that very day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, who the eight of us were:&lt;br /&gt;-Izzah, who checked whether the products we bought were all Halal-certified so that the Muslims can all eat the food, and ensured that we remembered to get the extra grill and tongs. Oh, and I'M SO GRATEFUL TO HER for helping to carry the bag of charcoal (3kg!) back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Explanation: See, part of the reason why we got so many people to go grocery shopping, other than their wonderful advice on what to buy, is that we'd split the stuff up and everyone would bring some of each portion back home to keep and bring it to the BBQ on Wednesday, because there are TONS of food that we bought! Hello, about $100 worth of food! Who's refrigerator can fit all that in?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gina, after all, the amazing organizer! And she's also the Treasurer; keeps track of the money and receipt. Also provided Winette with a calculator. LOL. And let's not forget, she helped out with carrying the food and bringing her portion back too, to keep. Plus, she has to arrive early on Wednesday to set up the stuff and to buy the ice to make sure it doesn't melt too soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Winette, who helped all of us to calculate the total amount of money we needed based on the prices of the food we bought, and she helped to carry all the drinks home! Let's hope the carbonated ones don't explode on Wednesday - i still think they're seriously too shaken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Regina, accompanied Gina and I to Loyang Point and took care of the plastic bags while Gina and I went to Sheng Shiong to purchase the utensils, cups and plates. Also, she carried that HUGE, BULKY styrofoam box we bought to keep the ice and drinks cool on Wednesday, something like an ice chest. That is seriously enormous, so it's no mean feat carrying that. Plus, she carried the utensils and stuff too, which we put inside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kym, who helped carry SO many bags of things, plus the 6 corns back home. I think her load was one of the heaviest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me, okay so i'm kind of pathetic. I carried the marshmallows (and we all know those are uber lightweight), Planta and sweet potatoes home. Not exactly very heavy. And i'm hardly contributing ANYTHING. All i did was help with some stupid organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kenzie, toughest job. Like, among all of us, i think. He carried one entire tub of honey, a large bottle of Oyster Sauce, 8 packets (if i remember correctly) of mid-joint chicken wings back home! He's like, tasked with the tedious job of having to marinate those wings! Oh gods, imagine scouring through about 32 slimy, raw, some bloody chicken wings and having to marinate them. Okay so maybe he isn't marinating them himself, i think it's his mum or aunt or something, but SERIOUSLY, THANK YOU SO MUCH for volunteering, that was incredible of you to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since i'm contributing way too little, among everyone else, i decided to buy some otah, like as a so called treat for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But before you guys get too enthusiastic or your hopes too high, get the facts right please!&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT, repeat, NOT going to buy about 29 pieces, just so that everyone is going to get a piece.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I AM NOT SO FILTHY WEALTHY.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Shernin's a vegetarian, so she can't eat the otah, which is actually fish meat.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, not everyone can tolerate spicy food and the otahs are actually quite spicy.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, the ones i am hoping to buy are quite spicy.&lt;br /&gt;They're actually all the way from Bedok, though i'm not quite sure HOW on earth i'm going to buy them for the BBQ. Maybe i'd pursuade my dad to bring us to eat dinner these on Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so next thing is: we bought all the normal stuff for the BBQ. Just a list here, based on my memory, which is real bad, so don't count on me getting them all nailed down. I might miss out a few:&lt;br /&gt;-chicken satay&lt;br /&gt;-corn on the cob&lt;br /&gt;-sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;-Planta (which i didn't know about, is actually some sort of margarine or butter AND is NOT needed to be put in the fridge)&lt;br /&gt;-MARSHMALLOWS!&lt;br /&gt;-potato chip (three bags, three different flavours)&lt;br /&gt;-32 pieces of mid-joint chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;-sausages... or actually it's called Frankfurters. Or cocktails, because this, apparently is NOT the alcoholic blend, but mini sausages. ALRIGHT, SO LET'S CALL IT THAT INSTEAD. SERIOUSLY. Mini sausages.&lt;br /&gt;-2 bottles of Coca Cola&lt;br /&gt;-1 bottle of Ice Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;-1 bottle of F&amp;amp;N Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;-1 bottle of Sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this list applies to only food.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to list down napkins, utensils, plates and cups too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to EVERYONE who helped today, those who paid the $5 punctually - i seriously appreciate your MAJOR help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed so much, i think i'm going to get carpal tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5800961001034123229?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5800961001034123229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-i-hi-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5800961001034123229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5800961001034123229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-i-hi-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-2872946738027599547</id><published>2011-10-24T05:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:07:07.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i'm so elated!&lt;br /&gt;Not too be arrogant or boastful, but i just want to share this.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on! This is my blog - i have a right to want to write stuff to share with my friends when i have news, and whatever, even if i DO sound conceited.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i do sound totally self-righteous and just what we all call "action", but seriously, get a life.&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to comment and totally ostracize me for this, go on. Hell if i care.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i would care. A lot. But then again, just do whatever you want to and i'll do what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's a free state with like, equality and like, democratic country and all. I say what i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay number one, i freaking got my wish!&lt;br /&gt;My dad got me a MacBook Air!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so normally i would eschew using three exclamation marks together because that's completely incorrect and unacceptable for English but whatever. I am TOO ecstatic. Over the moon. On cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two, i'm not sure if i like the spell check on the MacAir (can i call it this or does it sound like a low fat version of Mac &amp;amp; Cheese - like, you know, just the "Mac" macaroni and a whole lot of air? LOL).&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are the pros and cons of this stupid SpellCheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro, it is much simpler trying to type because when i type a wrong word or spell it wrongly, it auto corrects my mistake and the word pops out (literally) correct. There! Like, you could be really bad at English but with this thing, you could never be wrong. Use it if you are in, example eighth-grade, but have third-grade English spelling skills, and no one could be wiser. Like you could spell words like:&lt;br /&gt;-verisimilitude&lt;br /&gt;-doppelhangar&lt;br /&gt;-monochromatic&lt;br /&gt;and you'd never go wrong with Spell Check.&lt;br /&gt;Again, i've just GOT to say this: i spelt these words on my own, not relying on Spell Check.&lt;br /&gt;I sound all self-absorbed but seriously, i don't want to come off as some idiot who doesn't know how to spell at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con, it's that i kind of take it for granted, don't appreciate it and my typing skills will suffer big time.&lt;br /&gt;And that i might not take it to heart and make an effort to learn those difficult words i don't recognize and don't know how to spell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-2872946738027599547?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/2872946738027599547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-im-so-elated-not-too-be-arrogant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2872946738027599547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2872946738027599547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-im-so-elated-not-too-be-arrogant.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8614968880419998664</id><published>2011-10-22T02:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T02:52:11.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, sometimes i wish this blogskin i'm using had titles shown, but unfortunately, it doesn't. If it had, this post would have been screaming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HALLOWEEN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay so perhaps pink isn't exactly depicting the freaky horrors of the season but whatever. Since when does that putrid colour symbolize anything but like, what, Valentine's Day?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So anyway, last night i was so frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was trying to download all these cool fonts onto my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;See, the problem with using Ubuntu and NOT Windows like everyone else or the Mac OS is that you find it a LOT harder to find out how to do this. But that's what the internet's for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Easy as pie. Or should i say, pumpkin pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Afterall, Halloween is in 9 days time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So i don't celebrate it, but it IS SO FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't celebrate Christmas, but i get excited over it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And no one celebrates chocolate, but that doesn't stop us from getting all ecstatic over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, i finally managed to download them, then the problem was installing onto GIMP to use in my pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So whatevers, i got it nailed eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;By eventually, i mean several hours of frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BUT YES, FINALLY I GOT IT TO WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this morning, i started to design these banners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know, without a reason, all random. But i do what i want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And it's fantastically fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here goes, enjoy, be freaked out by the ugliness or whatever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5EJ0nlrfbg/TqJnRoOja0I/AAAAAAAABzg/aO9FPARe5ZU/s1600/halloween1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5EJ0nlrfbg/TqJnRoOja0I/AAAAAAAABzg/aO9FPARe5ZU/s400/halloween1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw6pgVdewFI/TqJnkRqh_lI/AAAAAAAABzw/fLr5sYpLCWs/s1600/halloween3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw6pgVdewFI/TqJnkRqh_lI/AAAAAAAABzw/fLr5sYpLCWs/s400/halloween3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LD-JE9cketc/TqJnZIUbE4I/AAAAAAAABzo/1rvYydn2zj4/s1600/halloween2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LD-JE9cketc/TqJnZIUbE4I/AAAAAAAABzo/1rvYydn2zj4/s400/halloween2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay so the quality isn't superb or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i should have saved it in PNG file type instead of JPG - does that actually make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;I'll try it out. If there IS a difference, i'll change them!&lt;br /&gt;And, anyway, i like the middle one best. It looks nicer. Or more terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Halloween Horrors in advance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8614968880419998664?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8614968880419998664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-sometimes-i-wish-this-blogskin-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8614968880419998664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8614968880419998664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-sometimes-i-wish-this-blogskin-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5EJ0nlrfbg/TqJnRoOja0I/AAAAAAAABzg/aO9FPARe5ZU/s72-c/halloween1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-640176406155393063</id><published>2011-10-21T06:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:37:56.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;I decided to announced or disclaim or whatever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FROM NOW ON, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I will be only updating this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;blog and posting new posts when I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;free. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THIS MEANS THAT I MIGHT LEAVE FOR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WEEKS AT A TIME, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;but it is NOT a &lt;i&gt;haitus &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;because I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; people who do that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;specifically a &lt;u&gt;FRUIT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, that was blunt enough. I'm so pleased. Actually, whatevers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to normal size font. Actually, this is smaller than usual but whatevers. Anyway, i've been sick for about two days (i know, only right???) but the first day was horrible, because the doctor said i could not eat for ONE ENTIRE FREAKING day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, like, it can't get any worse (not better, this isn't Calsberg!) than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OKAY PAUSE. A STUPID UGLY BIRD (AND YOU KNOW I. HATE. BIRDS. ABSOLUTELY. IF YOU DON'T, THEN BULLY FOR YOU.) JUST LANDED OUTSIDE MY WINDOWSILL. THAT'S NOT THE WORST PART.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;IT'S HOLDING A FREAKING WORM IN IT'S BEAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for that random detour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that first day, i actually vomited out ALL OF my breakfast. This is totally TMI but don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;Then the wait for the doctor was about 3 hours so i missed lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And i couldn't eat dinner cause the doctor said i could not eat for that whole day, so i was like starving!&lt;br /&gt;Second day i had no appetite. Until dinner time when i scarfed down a whole plate of PastaMania baked dory rice.&lt;br /&gt;On normal occasions, i would have told you it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Zero service. Expensive. Small portion. Not much taste. Too much salt.&lt;br /&gt;I can go on forever, but you get the idea. Not value for money, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But i was seriously hungry and i thought it was delicious, scrumptious and absolutely mouth-watering.&lt;br /&gt;Not really, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, because of that stupid sickness, from which i have already recovered, i have not gotten a chance to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's a new event coming on.&lt;br /&gt;No, not another dreadful sickness.&lt;br /&gt;HOW ON EARTH IS THAT AN EVENT???&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF MAD PERSON CONSIDERS GETTING SICK AS AN EVENT?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to count it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm counting down this event on my phone, set an alarm for it and pre-arranged a date to prepare for it with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And no, it is not a sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, it's called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6A Class BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;6A Class BBQ! 26 Oct Wed 5 DAYS LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so there was no need for CAPS and large font size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, whatevers. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So it's like, super EXCITING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So the name doesn't sound all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, a class BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boring - we've all been to that. Actually, i HAVE NOT been to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But let's move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we're going to buy the food stuff (we're going with SEVEN people! SEVEN! Why on earth do we actually need so many people to buy, like, groceries? Hello, a seventy year old grandma can do that on her own too!) on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Winette says eHub but that's like, practically Siberia for food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's NOTHING there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Except NTUC. But NTUC isn't exactly that cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gina and I went to Sheng Shiong yesterday to check the prices of the things sold in Giant cause i actually went to IKEA yesterday too in the afternoon with Sophia and Judy and we went to Giant afterwards to take down the price of the things we're going to buy for the BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so the thing is, Sheng Shiong sells REALLY cheap stuff so we're buying almost EVERYTHING there. It's not exactly, like, zero brand stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is no way i'm going to eat those kind of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But some are pretty good brands we've ALL heard of (hello? Who hasn't eaten Twisties or drank Coca-Cola before? Have you been living under a rock?!) sold there cheaper than at Giant, Shop &amp;amp; Save and IS definitely cheaper than at NTUC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But funny thing is, the drinks sold at Sheng Shiong are MUCH MORE expensive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we're going to probably buy those from Giant, since Gina and I decided to buy the chicken stuff from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So it'll be the sausages and chicken wings (actually, it's mid-joint wings) bought from Giant, cause they have a Halal section specifically with all these stuff there. So we can ensure IT IS DEFINITELY HALAL STUFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But as for the other products, it's either vegetables, which goes without saying to be Halal, or that they have a Halal symbol thing there.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So that way, the Muslims can all eat the food.&lt;br /&gt;Gina's going to also bring another separate grill for them, because they can't eat because the public grill might have been used to grill pork stuff by people before, and supposedly stained the grill, so they can't eat the food grilled on the "contaminated" grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;And Gina is not only the organiser, but also what Winette's mum calls the Treasurer, who handles the monetary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we're also going to buy fishballs, corn on the cob, sweet potato, satay in addition to those stuff to BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course we can't leave out the most important thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MARSHMALLOWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-640176406155393063?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/640176406155393063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-hi-guys-i-decided-to-announced-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/640176406155393063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/640176406155393063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-hi-guys-i-decided-to-announced-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6342808327443916942</id><published>2011-10-16T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T02:10:35.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, as Winette had kindly reminded me yesterday, I haven't been updating my blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;So, where to start?&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to about 10.30am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost about to leave the house, I was wearing socks and hunting down my shoes already when the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;So i got this premonition, sense of foreboding or whatever crap you want to call it, like it was Winette calling. Well so i picked it up and Winette told me that our so called "meeting" on Saturday, on which we would go to eHub, was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, admittedly, i was a little pissed off at first, cause i hate it when people let me down.&lt;br /&gt;WINETTE, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, DON'T GET OFFENDED. I DON'T HATE YOU, but others who do this. Alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just don't really like (that's kind of an understatement) when things that were previously arranged and i was looking forward to just falls apart. And when promises are broken.&lt;br /&gt;In best case scenario, I'll probably just do something else, but feel hollow inside.&lt;br /&gt;Worse case circumstance, i'll probably go epileptic and hysterical, flying off the handle.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you could say that I felt like throwing stuff after Winette said the meeting was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;But then, i just decided, oh well, i could eat my breakfast then.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to eat some apple (okay, bizarre but anyway, i eat apples almost everyday).&lt;br /&gt;Then the phone rang. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;This time, Winette told me the meeting was NOT cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;I know, weird right?&lt;br /&gt;By then, it was about 10.45am and we arranged to meet at 11am!&lt;br /&gt;So then i hastily finished eating my apple and rushed down. Luckily, i went down just in time to board the bus. Another thing i hate is wasting time and i just DETEST missing the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i was not the latest to arrive, but astonishingly, the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;Although, i think, technically, Marsha was first to arrive as she was waiting with her dad in Coffee Bean. &lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for Winette to arrive, I saw Xiang Ting with some net ballers there too (later on, when Marsha, Winette and I went bowling, we saw them again).&lt;br /&gt;So then, anyway, after that, Winette arrived and we went to meet Marsha.&lt;br /&gt;We spent a boring one hour walking around, talking and buying dairy products (haha lol, Winette and Marsha drank milk and i ate yoghurt) , before it became 12pm and we went to McDonald's for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we spent another one hour eating until i became 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bowling tournament at Orchid Bowl, we found out, when we went there before eating, so all the lanes would only be available at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;So after eating, we left to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Then Winette and Marsha went bowling for 2 games and then i decided to join.&lt;br /&gt;So we started the 3rd game and after that, my mum was waiting for me for about 1 hour already so i left.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to City Hall, drank a very ordinary but very exorbitantly priced chocolate milkshake at $5.70. It tasted like melted chocolate ice cream with some chocolate bits sprinkled on top.&lt;br /&gt;What a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;Even the library's Gallilee Cafe sells better tasting milkshakes (i would know, i drank them about 10 times already) that are cheaper if you buy the Cool Cards!&lt;br /&gt;And Mcdonald's milkshakes are only $2.25 and taste better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, i'm telling too much in detail.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that i went to buy some books and art stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went for extremely early dinner (why was i eating early lunch and dinner on Saturday?!) at only 5.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;After that, i went to Bugis Converse to buy new school shoe for next year because the current ones that i am wearing has a hole in one of them and the sides, which are cloths, are all torn and frayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning, i just finished reading Chinese Cinderella, which i bought yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate the book but now that i read it, i find the story absolutely heartrending.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, while i read it, i seriously cried.&lt;br /&gt;But, the story is just so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author, Adeline Yen-Mah is a Chinese born in Tianjin, China, and lived in the French Concession.&lt;br /&gt;The French Concession is actually a part of Tianjin, which was controlled by the Japanese at that time.&lt;br /&gt;So her mother died at child birth, after giving birth to her, and her father (who, in my opinion, is an extremely dumb and foolish dimwit) remarried to a half-Chinese and half-French woman, who the children called Niang. Niang was actually Adeline and her 4 other siblings' step-mother.&lt;br /&gt;Niang favoured her two real children more than her 5 step children and i find that seriously biased.&lt;br /&gt;This is a real case of an evil stepmother, even worse than the "English-version" Cinderella's stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the 5 step children had to wear castoffs for clothing, had ugly old fashioned hair styles, shared rooms with each other and had to eat only 3 meals every day, consisting of congee (porridge), salted vegetables and plain ingredients, the two real children of Niang could each have their own rooms, wore expensive and branded Western-style clothing and could eat anything they wanted (think pastries, candies, meat and all) at anytime of the day, whether at tea time or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Although Adeline's father was rich, the five stepchildren wore clothes like peasants or servants and hardly got new clothing.&lt;br /&gt;But Niang despised Adeline the most and at one time, when the Communists were taking over Tianjin from the Nationalists, they left her in Tianjin alone in a Christian convent.&lt;br /&gt;She was the only student left in the convent as the Communists were said to hate Christians and Chinesse people who learnt French and English, which the students in the convent did.&lt;br /&gt;So while the parents of all the students took their children and escaped, Adeline's parents didn't even care about her and left her there. Adeline wrote many letters to her favourite aunt, whom she called Aunt Baba, but never got a reply because Niang was monitoring her letters and confiscated every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, in the end she was rescued by Niang's sister, and was sent back to where the rest of her family had fled, in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;There, her father once asked her what her name was! Can you believe it? Her own, real, biological father could not even remember her name!&lt;br /&gt;And her brothers played a trick on her and tricked her into drinking urine, which they disguised as orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the family purposely left her out on excursions and she was always left at home alone while they enjoyed themselves out at picnics and hotels. Then once, all the children got 7 ducklings for pets and her father wanted to test the obedience of their family dog, so he used Adeline's duckling to test the dog's obedience. Of course, the dog inevitably bit the duckling and killed it. To Adeline, the duckling was like her only family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on another occasion, she won this election at school and was elected Head Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Her friends all secretly followed her back home and brought gifts and food to hold a surprise celebratory party for her, but her Niang said it disturbed her rest and lied to Adeline's father that she had purposely brought her friends back home to boast about her victory. In the end, her father whipped her with a dog whip and her step mother slapped her until she had a nose bleed, in front of all her friends.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these are all based on her true story, and was what her childhood was like.&lt;br /&gt;Falling Leaves is actually for older readers and is also her autobiography, like Chinese Cinderella, but i couldn't find it at the shop yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I want to read it and find out what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in the end, Adeline won a writing competition and convinced her father to send her to England at Oxford together with her favourite Third brother to further her studies, and she studied medicine before becoming a physician (doctor). And so, after that, she quit and became an author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is even better than the English version of Cinderella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6342808327443916942?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6342808327443916942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-as-winette-had-kindly-reminded-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6342808327443916942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6342808327443916942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-as-winette-had-kindly-reminded-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8566866242550630212</id><published>2011-10-14T06:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:38:53.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, and Gina is not going for the Class Party / barbecue on 26th October or tomorrow at eHub, because she has to tutor her sister.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gods, i feel like combo-fucking.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, i did that on Facebook already.&lt;br /&gt;But i feel sad... Nonetheless, i'm not going to pressure Gina anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty, like i'm forcing her to go back on her word with her parents. And what if her sister doesn't do as well as she would have if Gina taught her, just because i coerced Gina to go?&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;And you should have seen the comments we (Marsha, Winette, Gina and I) posted on Facebook. I think it's about 60+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8566866242550630212?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8566866242550630212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-yeah-and-gina-is-not-going-for-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8566866242550630212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8566866242550630212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-yeah-and-gina-is-not-going-for-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5996756976462286201</id><published>2011-10-14T06:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:33:05.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay my phone has been charging for about 2 hours - and finally the battery has reached 100%!&lt;br /&gt;What the hecks, why does it take so long for it to recharge?!&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, i started painting this thank you card with a blue butterfly on it to thank my godmother, who stays in London but came back recently, temporarily, cause she bought me some awesome gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i managed to upload the pictures i took onto my computer after i completed painting the card. I took some pictures of it too, and posted an album on Facebook, called Mariposa, because that is Spanish for "butterfly".&lt;br /&gt;Not the damn Barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So then, i'll just post them here on my blog as well...&lt;br /&gt;And, together with the picture of the Barney keychain i made (i forgot to say, i made that for my godmother's daughter, Jesse. NOT FOR MYSELF, hello!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so that's it.&lt;br /&gt;All i have to do is to finish writing my message on the card, but i'm afraid i'll run out of space!&lt;br /&gt;Gods forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uy4QNlQZrcE/TpgC-PUmUlI/AAAAAAAABxY/V8srvKYbHNI/s1600/2011-10-14+14.54.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uy4QNlQZrcE/TpgC-PUmUlI/AAAAAAAABxY/V8srvKYbHNI/s320/2011-10-14+14.54.11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeVaRgrmpSg/TpgDGhQAY6I/AAAAAAAABxg/eeITzZN29jo/s1600/2011-10-14+14.54.19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeVaRgrmpSg/TpgDGhQAY6I/AAAAAAAABxg/eeITzZN29jo/s320/2011-10-14+14.54.19.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fontriver.com/i/maps/a_yummy_apology_map.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.fontriver.com/i/maps/a_yummy_apology_map.png" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butterflyutopia.com/wall4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.butterflyutopia.com/wall4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the picture on the internet that i copied the butterfly from.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5996756976462286201?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5996756976462286201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-my-phone-has-been-charging-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5996756976462286201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5996756976462286201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-my-phone-has-been-charging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uy4QNlQZrcE/TpgC-PUmUlI/AAAAAAAABxY/V8srvKYbHNI/s72-c/2011-10-14+14.54.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-8509812247361247080</id><published>2011-10-13T06:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T06:12:39.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i haven't been posting lately, but seriously, post-exam period is REALLY boring.&lt;br /&gt;It almost has me begging the teachers for some work.&lt;br /&gt;Not yet though. Not quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;But give it two weeks or so (even though I still have several "activities" lined up like the Halogen competition at Temasek Primary next Monday and Tuesday, and that Lion's Befrienders thing), this Seed Of Boredom (SOB, lols!) will start to take root. Then it'll sprout, and with the water of time, it'll soon flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just made a Barney (you know the song, that purple dinosaur with constipation) sort of clay figure using that Jumping Clay i bought previously. It sort of is like plasticine but air drys and hardens.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel it, it's still soft but it bounces when you drop it.&lt;br /&gt;And it's supposed to smell like jasmine fragrance but to me, it smells weird, a little like baby wipes. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i made a stupid, miniature figure of Barney, all purple, with three yellow toes on each foot (dumb right? I know right, who actually has YELLOW toes?!), a long and fat tail and a green stomach.&lt;br /&gt;That sounds idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, school today was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were going to use clay to make the magnets that we were making for our parents but we actually went to the lab to design this 5.5 inches by 2 inches template thing and added background, pictures and words that we want to say to thank our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously cool and majorly fun.&lt;br /&gt;I made my background by copying and pasting a sky picture with balloons from WeHeartIt.&lt;br /&gt;I know, we were supposed to design the backgrounds ourselves but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I like that picture.&lt;br /&gt;And then i added A LOT OF WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;Like, so many words i had to make three layers of the Text boxes to fit it all it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, since my background actually had that balloon already, i was like thinking, maybe i'll find a small, simple but nice picture.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a lotus flower or sunflower, since my dad likes them, but apparently, Lady Luck wasn't shining on me today, because i could not find a good picture that worked.&lt;br /&gt;After we all saved and everything, i saw Sze Han's magnet design.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite cool, but what i liked most was the picture of the words "Thank You" that she found on the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/img/articleImages/12719-42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://www.buzzle.com/img/articleImages/12719-42.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not too intricate but cursive, so it looks really simple but sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had time to add it into my picture but, sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been way too cluttered, with all those words, if i added these words... But still, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best magnet design must have been Shernin's!&lt;br /&gt;Hers is really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;It has purple stripes, like alternative dark and light.&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like, violet then lavender.&lt;br /&gt;And her words were indigo so i guess she was using a sort of purple theme.&lt;br /&gt;Then she added this clip art of a SUPER cute bear holding a heart shaped balloon, with, i think, the words "Thank You" on them.&lt;br /&gt;UBER FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so amazing, it could even be sold in stores!&lt;br /&gt;Mine was all pale and drab.&lt;br /&gt;Among all the colourful and vibrant magnet designs that the rest of the class designed (some even RAINBOW), mine stood out (like a sore thumb) in a bad way because it was the only one that was more of a grey colour.&lt;br /&gt;What the hecks, but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I like it, and it's for my parents, and i designed it the best i could.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's ugly, hey, it's the sincerity that counts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-8509812247361247080?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/8509812247361247080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-guys-sorry-i-havent-been-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8509812247361247080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/8509812247361247080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-guys-sorry-i-havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5071241092968112386</id><published>2011-10-10T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:51:39.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is another reason why i enjoy blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Destress. Depressurize, if there's such a word. Actually, both words are incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;The perils of being a dumb, idiotic, stupid elder sister who actually is willing to teach their younger brother, who is even dumber, more idiotic and more stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And ends up being pissed the hell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what i'm doing now is like, charity.&lt;br /&gt;But worse.&lt;br /&gt;There is ZERO job satisfaction at all.&lt;br /&gt;All it ends up is putting me into a hell of a mood.&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't even finished learning Peng You.&lt;br /&gt;I spent all my time preparing the stuff to teach my brother today and it's like, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;I am NEVER EVER doing this again.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted all my precious time when i could have been doing something more... what's that word?! URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;HATE! ABHOR! DETEST! RESENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, verbal vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i got him to just write ONE STUPID PARAGRAPH FOR ENGLISH COMPOSITION, repeat, STRESS ON &lt;b&gt;composition&lt;/b&gt;, to DESCRIBE fire.&lt;br /&gt;I even gave him a fucking book to write on and wrote in BOLD letters: DESCRIBE.&lt;br /&gt;As in, describing using adjectives and phrases and stuff, about fire.&lt;br /&gt;Not what fire is.&lt;br /&gt;I gave him 30 minutes, which is 60 percent of the time given in an exam.&lt;br /&gt;Just ONE paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what he writes?&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like manure-shit. Dung. Faeces.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when someone gets an assignment like that, you do NOT write "Fire is dangerous and you get burn when you touch it. It is a combustible energy."&lt;br /&gt;That is an unnatural response.&lt;br /&gt;Normal people usually write stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The scarlet tongues of flames licked the walls as the fire blazed into an inferno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could continue with way more descriptive stuff beyond the minds of a regular Primary Three student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I know, what i wrote was for a typical Primary 6 and I'M NOT EVEN EXPECTING THAT FROM MY RETARDED BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been satisfied with maybe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The red flames from the fire burned the walls black.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I know, you can't even get half a mark in PSLE for that, but i am not expecting my brother to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for Gods' sake, he reads Geronimo Stilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think the not so complicated one that i typed was acceptable right?&lt;br /&gt;And he wrote those stupid lines.&lt;br /&gt;I FELT LIKE SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF, SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;He is driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;If i thought teaching Kai Xuan would make me vomit blood, teaching Kai Le has killed me several times and i'm a highly concentrated ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he wrote this too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The colour of fire is either red, orange or blue and yellow. You put your hand near the fire you can feel it getting hotter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word for word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;And notice his grammar is wrong, even with the crap he wrote?&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck writes "You put your hand near the fire"? A freaking inexperienced toddler?&lt;br /&gt;HE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5071241092968112386?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5071241092968112386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-another-reason-why-i-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5071241092968112386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5071241092968112386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-another-reason-why-i-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-3742492069110694722</id><published>2011-10-10T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:57:26.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so there's this stack of haphazardly and precariously placed books, worksheets, files and sheafs of papers that litter my desk, a reminder from the days of revision for PSLE, feeling as if i had the weight of the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like war relics, or... erms, what's that name of it? It's something like what hunters get after their hunt, of their prey. Urgh, my memory fails me when i'm 12 years ago. My memory will deteriorate in the passing of time and i'd hate to know how tragic it is when i turn 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i hate this feeling of just &lt;i&gt;not knowing &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;not remembering!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if there's some empty void in my mind, which is obviously supposed to be filled and has always been filled, but suddenly when i want to look for it, it goes missing and empties itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, something like a trophy.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's like really a reminder of those days.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not exactly like i'm pining to be transported back into time, back into that situation again (which i did, last night *shudders*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, experiencing aftermath of exam pressures, like how people suffer the consquences of a wrongdoing or an earthquake or some natural disaster.&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up in cold sweat, dreaming - no, having a nightmare of how that morning would be PSLE MT exam and i did not even revise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is way annoying.&lt;br /&gt;He demands for me to shut down. And eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-3742492069110694722?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/3742492069110694722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-theres-this-stack-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3742492069110694722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3742492069110694722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-theres-this-stack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-1626018218985967043</id><published>2011-10-10T03:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T03:59:48.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out this video of &lt;a href="http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Milk Toof&lt;/a&gt; - it's extremely INTERESTING!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it took all this to make this picture; sure it's cute, but you'd be amazed by how much hard work there is behind the scenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.mydaily.co.uk/media/2011/03/my-milk-toof-590-pw-white_284x189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.mydaily.co.uk/media/2011/03/my-milk-toof-590-pw-white_284x189.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/-ugusmrkfvA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ugusmrkfvA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ugusmrkfvA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-1626018218985967043?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/1626018218985967043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/check-out-this-video-of-my-milktoof-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1626018218985967043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1626018218985967043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/check-out-this-video-of-my-milktoof-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-3696893817934342494</id><published>2011-10-10T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T03:20:24.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I mean, call me weird, but suddenly i'm craving for some McDonalds' milkshakes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home right now, and i don't think the branch at Loyang Point sells those.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. That means i have to go all the way to eHub to drink that!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who does that; like, purposely goes all the way to eHub to drink some stupid milkshake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to make my hunger pangs worse, i searched McDonalds' milkshakes on Google and guess what i found?&lt;br /&gt;This milkshake available in the US, called Shamrock Shake!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that absolutely cool?&lt;br /&gt;They sell it as a seasonal promotion thing, when it's near St. Patrick's Day. &lt;br /&gt;You know, like the leprechauns, their pots of gold at the end of the rainbow and shamrocks (which are actually four leaf clovers, i think).&lt;br /&gt;And that's also the day when people dress up all in green.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb, but also fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, sometimes i wish Singapore celebrated holidays like that too.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we could do away with all the traditions and i don't even wish for school holidays or public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I just wished people would dress up for Halloween in scary costumes and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is cool.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, that concept is cool, because i have no idea whether it actually IS cool or not, due to the fact that if i ever tried to dress up for Halloween and go Trick-or-Treating and stuff, everyone would think i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, no one actually Tricks-or-Treats in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;And that is so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, call me boring, but i went to Youtube and searched for a review for those scrumptious Shamrock Shakes and according to this guy, they're divine!&lt;br /&gt;Or that was my word, but he said it tasted extremely good.&lt;br /&gt;The colour is like, green (which actually makes people think it looks like slime or whatever gross, repulsive stuff), which isn't exactly appealing but i think it's amazing. I wish they would sell it in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely try it and i bet it tastes delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's pretty unfair how people in the US get stuff like Apple Pie Sundaes and Rainbow Happy Meals (okay so this was actually sold in Australia). But then again, the people in US don't have regular Oreo McFlurry. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;Only during seasonal promotions, then the US McDonalds' would sell McFlurry with Oreo toppings.&lt;br /&gt;So, Singapore is not too bad, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you can't have it all in life.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I can't read the reunion of Percy Jackson and Annabeth in the stupid Son of Neptune.&lt;br /&gt;THEY DID NOT EVEN MEET AT THE END OF THE BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE 300+ PAGES AND RICK RIORDAN JUST HAS TO KEEP US READERS IN SUSPENSE UNTIL NEXT YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;What the fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, for those of you people hungry out there like me too, enjoy these pictures below, i hope you get hungry too.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, hey, if i'm going to suffer, you have to too.&lt;br /&gt;Life's unfair that way. Bon appetit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daylighttonightlife.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/shamrockshakegraphic_000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://daylighttonightlife.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/shamrockshakegraphic_000.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/33618_10150284458990136_191921700135_15388978_1011352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/33618_10150284458990136_191921700135_15388978_1011352_n.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/73792_10150291628125136_191921700135_15535110_164361_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/73792_10150291628125136_191921700135_15535110_164361_n.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2977468348_b5b3ab266d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2977468348_b5b3ab266d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this banner looks kind of old, so i assume it's probably like, before this century. Oh gods. But still sounds delicious. And that straw looks like a candy cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/content/us/en/food/full_menu/desserts_and_shakes/_jcr_content/herosectionpar/everything/image.img.png/1288898688642.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://www.mcdonalds.com/content/us/en/food/full_menu/desserts_and_shakes/_jcr_content/herosectionpar/everything/image.img.png/1288898688642.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/content/dam/McDonalds/item/mcdonalds-Vanilla-McCafe-Shake-12-fl-oz-cup.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.mcdonalds.com/content/dam/McDonalds/item/mcdonalds-Vanilla-McCafe-Shake-12-fl-oz-cup.png" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/content/dam/McDonalds/item/mcdonalds-Chocolate-McCafe-Shake-12-fl-oz-cup.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.mcdonalds.com/content/dam/McDonalds/item/mcdonalds-Chocolate-McCafe-Shake-12-fl-oz-cup.png" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastfood.ocregister.com/files/2011/03/Shamrock-Shake-LoRes-225x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://fastfood.ocregister.com/files/2011/03/Shamrock-Shake-LoRes-225x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The famous Shamrock Shake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://epicuriosa.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/fruit-and-maple-oatmeal.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://epicuriosa.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/fruit-and-maple-oatmeal.png" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy. Not. But still, you have to admit this is something new that we haven't seen. And that makes it cool. So i definitely can't leave it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And finally, an excerpt from Wikipedia about the tragic--lol-- tale of the Rainbow Happy Meals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Rainbow Happy Meal - A standard Happy Meal with the choice of a  chocolate, strawberry or vanilla shake mixed with rainbow coloured  sprinkles. Discontinued in the early nineties.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-3696893817934342494?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/3696893817934342494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-mean-call-me-weird-but-suddenly-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3696893817934342494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3696893817934342494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-mean-call-me-weird-but-suddenly-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2977468348_b5b3ab266d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-4348349420257525535</id><published>2011-10-08T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:41:02.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hilarious how Singapore is so tiny and boring, with so little attractions that everyone more or less goes to the same place -- USS -- to "have fun" after the PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;I just went with Lina, Winette, Emily and Gina on Friday, Izzah went on i think, Wednesday or Tuesday and today, some of my ex Casuarina friends went there!&lt;br /&gt;That is way dumb, cause it seems as though that place is the only fun place to go to in Singapore. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, i just talked to Shivaane on Facebook and she told me some information about The Son of Neptune and even how it ended!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to disclose it yet, until i have read it. &lt;br /&gt;OH MY GODS, I SERIOUSLY AM SO ANTICIPATING TO GET MY HANDS ON THAT BOOK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-4348349420257525535?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/4348349420257525535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-hilarious-how-singapore-is-so-tiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4348349420257525535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4348349420257525535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-hilarious-how-singapore-is-so-tiny.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-3456999424158358981</id><published>2011-10-08T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:11:17.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods...&lt;br /&gt;SHIVAANE BOUGHT THE SON OF NEPTUNE BOOK ALREADY AND SHE HAS FINISHED READING IT!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GODS I AM SO JEALOUS I'M GOING TO ASK HER WHERE SHE BOUGHT IT THEN GO THERE TOMORROW IMMEDIATELY TO BUY IT TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! I should have thought of checking some bookstores that day i went to USS and VivoCity!&lt;br /&gt;Vlacas!&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so freaking stupid?&lt;br /&gt;I want to read the damn story!!! I am freaking out. I bet the story is so interesting but i can't believe i haven't read it yet!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gods, i swear i'm going to Bugis' Kinokuniya tomorrow to try to find it.&lt;br /&gt;That store always has the latest books out early, i hope i really can find The Son of Neptune there tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM SO FREAKING OUT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-3456999424158358981?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/3456999424158358981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-my-gods-oh-my-gods-oh-my-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3456999424158358981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3456999424158358981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-my-gods-oh-my-gods-oh-my-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-2182042626765084278</id><published>2011-10-08T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:02:55.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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And i'm not calling the plumber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-4315753809365730444?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/4315753809365730444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-im-finally-satisfied-with-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4315753809365730444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4315753809365730444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-im-finally-satisfied-with-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5566085194102691111</id><published>2011-10-08T03:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T03:07:24.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, okay i know sometimes i go absolutely mad about nail polish, and for those of you out there who hates the stuff, skip this post.&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly just some cool nail designs and colours i found on the internet and i think they're pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Some of it are also for me to remember to buy once the holiday starts so i can paint my own nails...&lt;br /&gt;...But i better not buy new colours.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just ONE new colour, since i still have so many bottles of nail polish at home that i hardly use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking of buying gray nail polish, like some light grey ones.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow a similar grey to the one Sophia bought for her sister the other time, but i like OPI so i'm hoping i can buy the Skull and Glossbones one by OPI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwsjL-Yq_CQ/TfklAm047KI/AAAAAAAABak/LnF-Arst3RQ/s1600/Skull+and+Glossbones+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwsjL-Yq_CQ/TfklAm047KI/AAAAAAAABak/LnF-Arst3RQ/s320/Skull+and+Glossbones+2.JPG" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Skull and Glossbones polish is under the Pirates of the Carribean; On Stranger Tides collection.&lt;br /&gt;It's OPI's new collection and i can't wait for it to be released!&lt;br /&gt;The colours are so awesome, and lately, my favourite colours for nail polish are something i haven't tried before like light/dark grey(but not too dark), bright orange (think pumpkin orange), pastel (but not too light) colours like canary yellow or mint green, lime green and sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=32406939" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=32406939" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mbeautylounge.com/nailpolish/1964-637-large/fiercely-fiona-opi-nail-polish-b94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.mbeautylounge.com/nailpolish/1964-637-large/fiercely-fiona-opi-nail-polish-b94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swatchandlearn.com/wp-content/uploads/2030/08/Mermaids-Tears-OPI-Swatches-Review.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://www.swatchandlearn.com/wp-content/uploads/2030/08/Mermaids-Tears-OPI-Swatches-Review.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamperedandpolished.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Barry_M_Mint_green_nail_pol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://pamperedandpolished.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Barry_M_Mint_green_nail_pol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://antoniab.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/OPI-Gargantuan-Green-Grape-8-15-09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://antoniab.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/OPI-Gargantuan-Green-Grape-8-15-09.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kulisiGE2U1qa41sco1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kulisiGE2U1qa41sco1_400.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3953572633_5593a07355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3953572633_5593a07355.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swatchgirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/np-cattitude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://swatchgirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/np-cattitude.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8D5qVf5VMxs/SqdCTOy7A1I/AAAAAAAAH3k/l-rkinmvsAM/s400/butter-london-minger-nail-polish-fall-winter-2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8D5qVf5VMxs/SqdCTOy7A1I/AAAAAAAAH3k/l-rkinmvsAM/s320/butter-london-minger-nail-polish-fall-winter-2009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nail swatches below are cool (i love the Chanel one, oh my gods, but they're so expensive...), but i hate the pink, i always do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15758609/tumblr_lsq29c8LzE1qeljg6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15758609/tumblr_lsq29c8LzE1qeljg6o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture below is so nice, the three colours are all so, like, pop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15477607/tumblr_ls7dtw5NAL1r0c445o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15477607/tumblr_ls7dtw5NAL1r0c445o1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And finally, this nail pattern is cool, sort of like a Sailor theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzsbqXbydSY/TQXSrWb3itI/AAAAAAAABzE/2Of1K6NAg7k/s1600/121210_anchorsaway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzsbqXbydSY/TQXSrWb3itI/AAAAAAAABzE/2Of1K6NAg7k/s320/121210_anchorsaway.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking, maybe during the holidays, i'd get a nice grey nail polish that isn't too dark nor too light coloured, and a narrow nail art brush.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'd paint the grey polish over as base first, then use the nail art brush to draw, using white polish, the Deathly Hallows in Harry Potter sign, on every nail.&lt;br /&gt;That'd be seriously cool, LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5566085194102691111?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5566085194102691111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-okay-i-know-sometimes-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5566085194102691111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5566085194102691111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-okay-i-know-sometimes-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwsjL-Yq_CQ/TfklAm047KI/AAAAAAAABak/LnF-Arst3RQ/s72-c/Skull+and+Glossbones+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5553117348322356321</id><published>2011-10-08T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T02:19:14.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, to say that Steve Jobs is a legend-slash-genius is quite an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;He was the founder and genius behind Apple, the company that he made so successful.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually quite cool how we came up with the idea of the popular gadgets like the iPhone, iPad, iMac and iPods.&lt;br /&gt;So, you could say he was the modern-day inventor of new technology.&lt;br /&gt;And i love the Macbook Air, which is so sleek and light, yet fast enough. The only flaws are that it has a too little memory space, but to get just 400 extra GB, you have to pay like, a $1000+ for a Macbook Air (which is so not worth it, because you could get a much more high speed, high definition and more powerful Macbook Pro for that price), the screen too small (largest only with a width of 13 inches!) and that with an occasional crash.&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, i think i love it. My dad is going to get me one! But only during December.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares? I mean, good things are worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;AND I, FOR ONE, CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway back to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Steve Jobs, and hopefully the quality of Apple products will not go to the dogs with you gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPwBMbCqzWY/To0_LUWnj-I/AAAAAAAACcE/UOkGxIJg_sM/s640/100511_Thinkdifferent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPwBMbCqzWY/To0_LUWnj-I/AAAAAAAACcE/UOkGxIJg_sM/s320/100511_Thinkdifferent.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15684198/tumblr_lsn7mlHb5Y1qg0bmho1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15684198/tumblr_lsn7mlHb5Y1qg0bmho1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5553117348322356321?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5553117348322356321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-to-say-that-steve-jobs-is-legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5553117348322356321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5553117348322356321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-to-say-that-steve-jobs-is-legend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPwBMbCqzWY/To0_LUWnj-I/AAAAAAAACcE/UOkGxIJg_sM/s72-c/100511_Thinkdifferent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5424451575072364149</id><published>2011-10-08T01:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T02:01:40.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you feel a pang of reminiscence and nostalgia when you look at these pictures, if you're a Potterhead?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how Harry and Ron flew to Hogwarts in the book: Chamber of Secrets, in a turquoise Ford Anglia. That is way cool: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15743397/299177_10150424039424529_641114528_10338780_1630033566_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15743397/299177_10150424039424529_641114528_10338780_1630033566_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harrymedia.com/data/media/86/1_19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://www.harrymedia.com/data/media/86/1_19.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, my favourite character in the Harry Potter series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i897.photobucket.com/albums/ac175/icecubism/luna-lovegood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i897.photobucket.com/albums/ac175/icecubism/luna-lovegood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14743464/tumblr_lfdzowgZ7j1qdopjko1_1280_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14743464/tumblr_lfdzowgZ7j1qdopjko1_1280_large.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14841923/tumblr_l6rslpzpig1qa1id2o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14841923/tumblr_l6rslpzpig1qa1id2o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15022297/tumblr_l5k16wOTJb1qa1id2o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15022297/tumblr_l5k16wOTJb1qa1id2o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14773082/tumblr_llx5hwguC41qcxtm5o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14773082/tumblr_llx5hwguC41qcxtm5o1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15540648/tumblr_lsghz8c7NE1qfsee9o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15540648/tumblr_lsghz8c7NE1qfsee9o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Notice she's reading the magazine, The Quibbler (produced by her father, Xenophilius Lovegood), upside-down (top)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14825042/tumblr_lrjewdWAN21qeijvdo1_500_large.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14825042/tumblr_lrjewdWAN21qeijvdo1_500_large.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you have time, try to squint and read what items she's missing. They're all so uniquely Luna. (top)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And, this picture is extremely cool, it has like, a sandcastle modelled after the Mount Rushmore National Monument:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://worldfamoustourism.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Mount-Rushmore-Picture-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://worldfamoustourism.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Mount-Rushmore-Picture-11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15647192/tumblr_lsijt0AA8X1r1tlylo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15647192/tumblr_lsijt0AA8X1r1tlylo1_500_large.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not exactly alike, but both "statues" have four heads in them, so they're similar.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, though one is commemorating the Harry Potter legacy, the other is of the 4 presidents of USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so a few more pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15723306/tumblr_lnzynvBTWL1qiwbsro1_400_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15723306/tumblr_lnzynvBTWL1qiwbsro1_400_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one is funny (top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15716356/tumblr_lrowa6YswY1qfc4p6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15716356/tumblr_lrowa6YswY1qfc4p6o1_500_large.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although they make Dementors sound so invincible and all, they're not really much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just brandish a wand, shout, "Expecto Patronum" while thinking of a happy and powerful thought, then you'd conjure a Patronus that would drive the Dementor away. And after that, eat loads of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;So next time you want an excuse to devour chocolates, just say you met a Dementor, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15723557/282693_252995661379650_132016346810916_1117243_5471722_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15723557/282693_252995661379650_132016346810916_1117243_5471722_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1585642882041774756-5424451575072364149?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5424451575072364149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-you-feel-pang-of-reminiscence-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5424451575072364149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5424451575072364149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-you-feel-pang-of-reminiscence-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-538656467163172648</id><published>2011-10-08T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:07:52.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gods, i am so tired!&lt;br /&gt;After an entire day at USS yesterday and sleeping at about 12am last night, I woke up only at 11am today.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;I should have woke up MUCH EARLIER!!!&lt;br /&gt;*feels like beating myself up* =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, yesterday was a fruitful day.&lt;br /&gt;It was totally fun, but i spent way too much money.&lt;br /&gt;I think we ALL did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i know i've posted all of the "good" pictures, but my favourite are these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/307528_2160204328836_1358385031_32196481_1622481803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/307528_2160204328836_1358385031_32196481_1622481803_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-538656467163172648?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/538656467163172648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-my-gods-i-am-so-tired-after-entire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/538656467163172648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/538656467163172648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-my-gods-i-am-so-tired-after-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-3682083879295699881</id><published>2011-10-07T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T12:01:35.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i foraged for these pictures, which are from my phone (which i uploaded to Facebook earlier), Lina's Facebook account and Gina's Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe Lina, Winette and Emily left later than Gina and I?&lt;br /&gt;They left about 7+pm... urgh whatevers.&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pictures, and some might have captions. Or not. Depends on whether i feel lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/310614_2160176928151_1358385031_32196423_1557709478_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/310614_2160176928151_1358385031_32196423_1557709478_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/166908_2160185168357_1358385031_32196438_651001992_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/166908_2160185168357_1358385031_32196438_651001992_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/294293_2160189768472_1358385031_32196451_147358729_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/294293_2160189768472_1358385031_32196451_147358729_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/311834_2160198328686_1358385031_32196469_618008222_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/311834_2160198328686_1358385031_32196469_618008222_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look dumb here (top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/313537_2160203208808_1358385031_32196479_673391093_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/313537_2160203208808_1358385031_32196479_673391093_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/307528_2160204328836_1358385031_32196481_1622481803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/307528_2160204328836_1358385031_32196481_1622481803_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308863_2160204888850_1358385031_32196482_684350856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308863_2160204888850_1358385031_32196482_684350856_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/307713_2032033725842_1394120520_31674264_1147623704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/307713_2032033725842_1394120520_31674264_1147623704_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/315730_2032033365833_1394120520_31674263_721129106_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/315730_2032033365833_1394120520_31674263_721129106_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winette standing above a manhole (top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310605_2032032845820_1394120520_31674262_165519713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310605_2032032845820_1394120520_31674262_165519713_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/298374_2032032205804_1394120520_31674261_1966790007_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/298374_2032032205804_1394120520_31674261_1966790007_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily and Gina reading the map(top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/320082_2032030965773_1394120520_31674252_625862381_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/320082_2032030965773_1394120520_31674252_625862381_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch at VivoCity Banquet and Winette is eating chicken. Again. Fried chicken. With oily fries. That seriously contributes to high blood pressure. And it's extremely unhealthy as it's fried using vegetable oil, so it contains loads of trans fats. Winette, do you feel bad again, when you read this? I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/299703_2032031125777_1394120520_31674253_1730527737_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/299703_2032031125777_1394120520_31674253_1730527737_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/318456_2032031405784_1394120520_31674254_1611053804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/318456_2032031405784_1394120520_31674254_1611053804_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/301397_2032031805794_1394120520_31674255_734313564_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/301397_2032031805794_1394120520_31674255_734313564_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308660_2032030645765_1394120520_31674251_845935009_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308660_2032030645765_1394120520_31674251_845935009_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a rare picture of Gina smiling. She usually avoids the camera. Oh, how i like this shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That sounds weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/316922_2032030125752_1394120520_31674250_65228924_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/316922_2032030125752_1394120520_31674250_65228924_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/317242_2031993844845_1394120520_31674218_1662109057_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/317242_2031993844845_1394120520_31674218_1662109057_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/321603_2031992244805_1394120520_31674215_1067227651_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/321603_2031992244805_1394120520_31674215_1067227651_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture looks way cool! Sad that Lina isn't inside it as she was the photographer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/319925_2070659962862_1135758866_31722417_1523694344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/319925_2070659962862_1135758866_31722417_1523694344_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha free Express Tickets, guys. Are you jealous???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/300418_2070584640979_1135758866_31722405_1270945252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/300418_2070584640979_1135758866_31722405_1270945252_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1585642882041774756-3682083879295699881?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/3682083879295699881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-i-foraged-for-these-pictures-which.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3682083879295699881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/3682083879295699881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-i-foraged-for-these-pictures-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6903544016361736305</id><published>2011-10-07T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:14:31.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, and i wanted to share this picture.&lt;br /&gt;I found it when i was trying to paint my gingerbread man.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cute and the text is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplywallpaper.net/pictures/2010/05/31/s4_wp-1280-shrek-forever-after-gingy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://simplywallpaper.net/pictures/2010/05/31/s4_wp-1280-shrek-forever-after-gingy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6903544016361736305?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6903544016361736305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-yeah-and-i-wanted-to-share-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6903544016361736305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6903544016361736305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-yeah-and-i-wanted-to-share-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6105464877554135604</id><published>2011-10-07T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:12:40.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So anyway, i took LOADS of pictures at USS today, until my phone ran out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;I think i must have taken at least 100 pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Some of them, i have already uploaded from my phone before it died, onto Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;However, now the battery is flat so i cannot upload it onto my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll upload it as soon as i can, along with some other nice pictures i took previously.&lt;br /&gt;Until the next post, byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6105464877554135604?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6105464877554135604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-anyway-i-took-loads-of-pictures-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6105464877554135604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6105464877554135604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-anyway-i-took-loads-of-pictures-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-7914978393037495884</id><published>2011-10-07T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:45:22.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm updating and posting on my blog quite late but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I've just "perfected" my new "Follow Me" picture.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it's a gingerbread man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's cute and it's sort of one of my favourite fairytale characters!&lt;br /&gt;Cookies, chocolate chips, icings in pastel, appealing and tantalizing colours--what's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;And this particular gingerbread man was inspired by my wonderful trip to Universal Studios Singapore (USS for short) today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a spectacular, satisfying day at USS.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there were ups and downs, with the morning sunny and bright but then after lunch, it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;First it began as a light drizzle, then it stopped soon.&lt;br /&gt;And that was when Gina and I were going to the toilet and had intended to go and ride the Cylone Battlestar Galatica ride right afterwards, but no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing was, after the drizzle stopped, we headed towards the ride AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;...and guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;It started raining!&lt;br /&gt;Like, WTF right?&lt;br /&gt;And this time, it was a downpour.&lt;br /&gt;So we got trapped and all, so we found shelter at the Gift Shop of Battlestar Galatica, trying to wait for Winette, Lina and Emily to come down, because we thought they went to ride the Cylone.&lt;br /&gt;However, we waited for about 30+ minutes, calling and messaging like we were possessed, but none of them appeared or picked up their phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Gina and I decided to brave the rain --wow, why does the word "brave" make the action sound so heroic and all?!-- and at least do something productive rather than wait and get wet.&lt;br /&gt;We still got wet but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;So we dashed over to the Mummy's Revenge rollercoaster because it was indoors.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew, there was a long, enormous queue and we queued for about 30 minutes but because we left our bags in the lockers, which are only free for the first half an hour, we gave up waiting in the end and left to get our bags back, because if we exceeded the time, we would have to pay at least $3 to retrieve our belongings.&lt;br /&gt;And that's a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;And time, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the end we got split up from Winette, Lina and Emily and explored USS on our own.&lt;br /&gt;But after all that, it was quite worth it.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to take all the rides except for Treasure Hunters (which is super-lame) and Cylone (the reason why we didn't take it will be below--it's a long story), which was extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to watch all the shows, but we missed the Donkey show (Anna, not Mrs Chew!).&lt;br /&gt;The first time we queued up to watch that show, we got in after about a 15 minutes wait.&lt;br /&gt;But then Donkey started flying away all of a sudden while we were watching (I don't understand that), which Gina and I assumed, later, that it indicated that there was a technical difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they programmed it such that, whenever a technical difficulty occurred, Donkey would fly away.&lt;br /&gt;But i kind of think it might have been part of the show, but suddenly there was some technical problem.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But that was sad, because Gina said that show was worth the wait and was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she said the performance changes EVERYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;That is way cool.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, we didn't get a chance to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;So to make up for our lost chance to watch the show, everyone got an Express Pass.&lt;br /&gt;FOR FREE.&lt;br /&gt;That is COOL, but i think maybe i'd have preferred to watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, having a FREE EXPRESS PASS was seriously awesome, because we went to The Lost World and took that ride which resembled Cylone but is shorter and much slower.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was also pretty scary cause the protection thing isn't as safe.&lt;br /&gt;It was just at the waist there, and there was no arm grip for us to hold.&lt;br /&gt;So the speed was considerably fast and the turns were like, super frightening.&lt;br /&gt;There was a HUGE queue and the fun part comes in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue was about 6 or 7 rows long, maybe even 100+ people queuing up, and we just used our Express Pass (which, by the way, costs $30 if you buy it!) and went all the way to the front of the queue and we were up on the ride in less than a minute! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little like, smug, lols, but like Gina said, it was a "shuang" experience using the Pass and jumping all the way to the front of the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i felt a little bitter that we didn't have the Express Pass when we were queuing for the Mummy's Revenge!&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;We were so fortunate to have already gotten that Pass and it was nice of the staff to provide some sort of compensation.&lt;br /&gt;Probably to keep people from complaining against Resort World.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, but whatever it is, i think i appreciate that effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we walked around USS and we went to Waterworld.&lt;br /&gt;Previously, before we split up with the others, we hadn't went there yet, because Winette was sort of crazy about taking Cylone.&lt;br /&gt;I think she must have taken it at least 5+ times!&lt;br /&gt;Probably way more, because we didn't even see her during the several hours we were split up from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we checked the show time of the performance at Waterworld, which was 5.30pm, so we decided to explore around before going there later.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hollywood and watched "Lights, Camera, Action", which was TOTALLY amazing.&lt;br /&gt;It was of a hurricane in New York and we were inside a boat that was right in the eye of the hurricane!&lt;br /&gt;There were so many cool, incredible special effects including fire and a boat dropping right into the water in front of us!&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Gina and I were standing at the second row so we didn't get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the restaurant, which was sort of retro looking, with vinyl chairs, jukeboxes and gramophone records.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a chocolate milkshake, which tasted ordinary, so it wasn't really worth the $3.90 but anyway i was thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;And since Gina was hungry and felt like eating a hotdog, she ordered the hotdog meal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Waterworld and watched the show, which was full of LOUD (like, seriously, really loud sounds) sounds of the artillery firing, cannons and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we walked to Sci-fi City and we actually wanted to take Human.&lt;br /&gt;And... It started raining. Again.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if Heaven was purposely preventing us from taking Battlestar Galatica! &lt;br /&gt;Actually it wasn't exactly raining but there was thunder and LIGHTNING!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we certainly didn't want to get struck by lightning, so we just took the Accelerator instead.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite enjoyable, admittedly.&lt;br /&gt;The queue was quite short so we didn't have to wait too long, and it wasn't very dizzying or too fast, a little like those Spinning Tea-cups rides at amusement parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we wanted to try our luck at the Donkey show again, so we walked to Far Far Away, before we left USS.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, by the time we got there, the show just started so we couldn't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;So we left USS as Gina's dad came to fetch her.&lt;br /&gt;Just nice, anyway, cause it was about 6.20pm and USS closed at 7pm and i didn't want to leave too late. Besides, it was going to rain and we didn't want to get caught in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took a MRT train to Kallang, cause i'm staying at my grandmother's house tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just several hours ago, it was 10am and we just arrived at USS.&lt;br /&gt;Gina, Emily and I went to take the Mummy's Revenge together and IT WAS SO FREAKY AND CREEPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was early, so no one else was taking it.&lt;br /&gt;The whole passage down to the ride was scary--like, that stupid, creepy music was playing and it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;We walked seriously slowly and, sounds lame, but if you were there, you would have done it too, held hands.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we took the ride, and we were so freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least i was.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes for almost the entire journey and i can't believe it, the one time i opened my eyes during the ride, i saw a mummy jump out from a wall and like raise it's hand, with the bandages all hanging on its arm, with its red eyes glowing.&lt;br /&gt;That was so scary! Then it said something like, "Your souls will stay here with me for eternity! You are MINE!"&lt;br /&gt;What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;Of all times i had to open my eyes, it had to be then.&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i feel a sense of accomplishment, because i didn't waste the ticket money nor the entire day as i managed to explore the entire USS and take most of its rides.&lt;br /&gt;Cylon isn't really that, erms, suitable for me, because anyway i was really afraid of taking it as it had so many 360 degrees turns and your legs are all dangling in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Before i took Human (which now, looking back on it, wasn't really that frightening, just very, very fast), i was like, sitting on it before it went and telling Winette and Gina, "I'm crazy. I must be crazy to take this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was really fun, but it would have been better, perhaps if we could have entered as a group and left all together as well, instead of being split up.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's for the best, because if we were with Winette, I would never have gotten a chance to take all the other rides and watch the shows.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway it would have been crazy to have taken the Battlestar Galatica in that weather, when it's raining and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-7914978393037495884?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/7914978393037495884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6758919975221912770</id><published>2011-10-06T05:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T05:59:17.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i was just thinking it was so weird i keep on posting on this blog even though no one really reads it but me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6758919975221912770?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6758919975221912770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;exactly:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15618234/264704_221094441262264_172941649410877_610098_572837_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15618234/264704_221094441262264_172941649410877_610098_572837_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-1823003831113623466?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/1823003831113623466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/eeks-its-going-to-rain-and-its-so-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1823003831113623466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1823003831113623466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/eeks-its-going-to-rain-and-its-so-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' 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/&gt;Okay, gotta go, i'll be back soon - my ice cream is like, congealing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-1194184999317742822?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/1194184999317742822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-gina-if-youre-reading-my-blog-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1194184999317742822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/1194184999317742822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-gina-if-youre-reading-my-blog-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-900776405244549785</id><published>2011-10-06T04:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T04:31:57.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i one-quarter mastered the song already!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not exactly an achievement or a cause of celebration since i haven't learnt the entire thing, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so i was thinking, it's quite a cool song.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be better for the elderly to understand if it was Hokkien song or something, though.&lt;br /&gt;I think Hokkien would be easy as well, because i'm like Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;Although Cantonese and all that, i'm sure i'll be like, wha-AAAt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no complains there, that it's a Chinese song.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually quite nice, and the tune is okay.&lt;br /&gt;But i hope most of the elderly will understand it, because they mostly speak dialects.&lt;br /&gt;They're all Chinese, but Mrs Pang said that not all of them speak Chinese, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;We did our share, and anyway none of us wants to really sing a Hokkien song like &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;我问&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;天.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, the 6A class last year already sang that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Actually, i would have liked that idea too, as in one whole class singing together, because at least you don't feel so humiliated or mortified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But anyway, i like the idea Gina has, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-900776405244549785?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/900776405244549785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-i-one-quarter-mastered-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/900776405244549785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/900776405244549785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-i-one-quarter-mastered-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-9099081641977017734</id><published>2011-10-06T04:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T04:17:11.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i'm wondering how old that song &lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;朋友 is, because i decided to listen to it as often as i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;But because when i turn it on too soft, i can't hear it, so i have to turn it up to full volume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;I think i'm going deaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;But whatever, maybe that's good cause i'm going to "communicate" with those old&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;people from the Lions Befrienders, and they're probably, partially deaf too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;Anyway, since the volume is so loud and that song is being played, like at full blast, my parents are probably thinking along the lines of: "Why is my daughter listening to that song i listened to when i was young?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;Yeah, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;Like, awkward, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;Anyway, good thing is, the more i listen to it, the more i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;Bad thing is, i still don't know how to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;By the ways, will we perform with a mike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;I half-hope YES, and half-hope NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;I sing pretty soft, or at least for now as i practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;So a mike would be useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;But also quite embarrassing if my voice comes out dumb, then i'll be like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt; WTF =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-9099081641977017734?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-7271329864024465678</id><published>2011-10-06T03:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T03:51:06.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gods.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Gina knows how to sing that song.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying. Or maybe, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am i not surprised that she knows it?&lt;br /&gt;She's musically gifted and she knows so many songs!&lt;br /&gt;Especially, like chinese ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I hope i like the song, because it's going to be tougher to learn it if i don't.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-7271329864024465678?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/7271329864024465678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7271329864024465678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7271329864024465678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6542930837843013691</id><published>2011-10-06T03:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T03:48:48.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and if we are going to sing it, I think it's without backing vocals.&lt;br /&gt;Like , just the voices of two people singing.&lt;br /&gt;And the guitar plus piano music background. &lt;br /&gt;Oh my gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already feeling quite afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i don't have stage fright, otherwise it'd be worse.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can learn it well by, like one week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6542930837843013691?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6542930837843013691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-and-if-we-are-going-to-sing-it-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6542930837843013691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6542930837843013691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-and-if-we-are-going-to-sing-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-4396721408309857261</id><published>2011-10-06T03:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T03:47:04.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, by the way, you know Mrs Pang's, like, quote?&lt;br /&gt;It seriously sounds like some profound and meaningful catchphrase, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like those quotes by famous people like Thomas Edison's-&lt;i&gt;Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration-&lt;/i&gt; quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I sound like i memorized that quote didn't i?&lt;br /&gt;Actually i didn't, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I copied it from that JustEd calender with the quotes underneath each page for every month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cool, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Winette and Gina have an idea.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Pang assigned us this "assignment" so that every single one of us has to participate by coming up with ideas of what we are going to do by Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;So, erms, the current plan is that i'm grouping up with Winette and Gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Gina is actually going to sing AND play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;That is pro.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it - she's so talented!&lt;br /&gt;Winette is going to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm like, going to sing as well.&lt;br /&gt;My gods, i feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;I have like zero talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i suck at instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i can hardly do anything to contribute to the performance!&lt;br /&gt;Why do i suck so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina and Winette both can play the piano and are extremely gifted at aesthetics, plus, Gina can play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, all i can do is just like, what, read books?&lt;br /&gt;And like, score "okay" for exams?&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Winette says i'm such a nerd. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, it's called &lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;朋友 - 周华健&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And, the title is actually not including the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The name is of the guy who actually composed the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gina said that it's a song the elderly will DEFINITELY know, because it's old-fashioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And i agree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;...It sounds old-fashioned, in the first place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm not sure if i can sing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Not because of the old-fashioned part, even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When i sing Chinese songs, my voice goes even higher than when i sing in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But whatever, i'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyway, i'll put my best shot to like, i don't know, entertaining the elderly and fulfilling my "duty" for this stupid assignment for the Lions Befrienders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;However, my fears are that I might sing it really horribly and that i might not be able to learn it so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I hope i do, for the learning and memorizing lyrics part - not the singing it horribly part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The song is like, almost 5 minutes long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And really slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wonder if Gina already knows how to sing it, because she was the one who thought of the song and suggested it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I hope not, though i'm not trying to be evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But at least we can try to learn it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Erms, but anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jiayous, then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="朋友 - 周华健   Pengyou by Zhou HuaJian with  lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-4396721408309857261?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/4396721408309857261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/anyway-by-way-you-know-mrs-pangs-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4396721408309857261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4396721408309857261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/anyway-by-way-you-know-mrs-pangs-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-2203049525679724645</id><published>2011-10-06T03:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T03:27:42.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so, you know how the Primary 6 classes all have that Lions Befriender thing?&lt;br /&gt;Now, in about two weeks time, it's going to be 6A's turn.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Pang is mad about that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;She says and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best minds should get the worst jobs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's true.&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't that be the case?&lt;br /&gt;If we do have the best minds, which is obvious because we're, like, 6Aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Which means we have lofty aspirations?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, only after we have experienced the toughest, most difficult jobs that require our wit, then can be improve.&lt;br /&gt;And if we really are that brilliant, the job should be no problem for us.&lt;br /&gt;It ought to be pulled off with finesse, as easy as a breeze, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless, Mrs Pang likes to spice things up.&lt;br /&gt;And by "spice", if we're talking literally, she intends to and has always, added loads of "spices" till we're choking on the spiciness of the whole "dish".&lt;br /&gt;And by "dish", i mean performance pressure.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, coincidentally both words "Performance" and "Pressure" start with the letter &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Pang seems to be "inspired" -*sarcastic tone*- by the Children's Day performance put up by the Primary 3 teachers.&lt;br /&gt;And worst of luck for us, it's actually a Bollywood dance routine.&lt;br /&gt;My gods, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she expects some of us to form a group and actually dance Bollywood dance moves?&lt;br /&gt;Does she expect the pigs to fly too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-2203049525679724645?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/2203049525679724645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-you-know-how-primary-6-classes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2203049525679724645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2203049525679724645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-you-know-how-primary-6-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-6652652395186765355</id><published>2011-10-05T03:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T03:17:30.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, okay that was dumb!&lt;br /&gt;I just went to the toilet and remembered i haven't mentioned this, so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so excited and ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically, like, frothing with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;If you think that i'm using way too good vocabulary to describe my enthusiasm, pardon me because i think it's the haphazard of revising too much for English Composition last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, shouldn't i be spouting out &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;成语 &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and all that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So anyway, on Friday, a group of people (i seriously don't know who, because people keep on dropping out and changing their minds), about 5 or 6 are going to Universal Studios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was actually worried the ticket price would be more expensive because Friday is Children's Day but fortunately, i went to check the prices yesterday and astonishingly, it was actually OFF-PEAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So yeah, good then, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The ticket price is only $48 or $45 then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm lazy to go and check, lols, cause i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So then we decided to buy the tickets online on our own because we were afraid the tickets might be sold out by the time we reached there or there would be a long queue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But there are so many unpredictable things that could happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We discussed one: rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We would check weather forecast first, but even that isn't exactly reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If it was raining on Friday, we'd change our schedules and go Bugis (so far we decided on this location but it isn't very confirmed yet). I mean, i love Bugis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like, there's the National Library (even though it isn't really that nice a place, but just large), Bugis Street and Bugis Junction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like, can you say shoppers' paradise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But we're not really going there to shop, though Gina says it's still okay (and i agree) cause the stuff there are really cool. But extremely expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So we'll window shop in that case. Or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Call me a nerd, winette or book worm, anna, but i definitely am going to Kinokuniya there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's my favourite book store because they have all the latest books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So i'll try my luck and see if they have ordered The Son of Neptune already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So i'm going to get ready to meet Gina at 3.45pm outside Greenview!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;See you later, cause i guess i won't be home so early, so i'll have to do everything else concerning my blog later on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Byes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-6652652395186765355?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/6652652395186765355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-okay-that-was-dumb-i-just-went-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6652652395186765355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/6652652395186765355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-okay-that-was-dumb-i-just-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-2388617467543950347</id><published>2011-10-05T02:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T02:57:42.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, that reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to design another "Follow Me" thing for my blog because that gingerbread thing is starting to look really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;And should i make a GIF or JPG button for my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevers.&lt;br /&gt;I won't care so much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to make a cbox and music player first, now.&lt;br /&gt;See you guys later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-2388617467543950347?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/2388617467543950347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-yeah-that-reminds-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2388617467543950347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/2388617467543950347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-yeah-that-reminds-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-7995904511048916692</id><published>2011-10-05T02:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T02:55:45.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, hellos again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break from editing the Template.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gods, that is so much work.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe i've been doing that since 12pm?&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 3pm already, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just messaged Winette the URL of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after this post, I'll probably go to weheartit, or browse through some websites to look for a button, then i'll go back to editing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if i complete that early, i'll reactivate my Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, 4.30pm, i'll be going to the basketball court to meet with Marsha, Gina and Winette to play basketball!&lt;br /&gt;Yay, that's so lame, but it's the first (or second if you count spending 3 hours on the computer) relaxing thing i'm doing now that PSLE is over.&lt;br /&gt;LOL ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-7995904511048916692?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/7995904511048916692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-hellos-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7995904511048916692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/7995904511048916692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-hellos-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-5477476991768953108</id><published>2011-10-05T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T01:15:51.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun of Neptune-Heroes of Olympus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickriordan.com/Files/Images/SoNcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.rickriordan.com/Files/Images/SoNcover.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh my gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Winette, if you're reading this, and i think you will be, once i've sent you the HTML, The Sun of Neptune book IS OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But in the US only, unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What the hell, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually the official release date was yesterday, and coincidentally, i went in yesterday to check. The first chapter excerpt can be read from &lt;a href="http://www.rickriordan.com/my-books/percy-jackson/heroes-of-olympus/thesonofneptune.aspx"&gt;Rick Riordan's website&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's quite awesome, and previously, he posted the names of several characters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think Reyna's pretty cool, though she's like, Jason's girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*puke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate Jason Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Percy Jackson rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, Jason is such an arrogant, girl-crazy (he likes Piper and Reyna) and useless ditz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whereas Percy is so much more fun to read about, cause he, admittedly wrecks chaos occasionally and attracts so much trouble you wouldn't believe it, but at least he actually saves his own skin, though with some help from his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But mostly, he saves the day thanks to himself, not relying on an almighty and powerful Lord of the Sky father like Jason does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever. Anyway, I can't wait for the book to be released in Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-5477476991768953108?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/5477476991768953108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/sun-of-neptune-heroes-of-olympus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5477476991768953108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/5477476991768953108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/sun-of-neptune-heroes-of-olympus.html' title='The Sun of Neptune-Heroes of Olympus!'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585642882041774756.post-4426633068597290891</id><published>2011-10-05T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T01:16:56.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE IS FREAKIN' OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I've been away from blogging-which can only be the result of &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt; good self discipline (not)-since I just adore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;More like obsessed, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or addicted. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But who cares about all that? It's passe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, my mood is more like in between "Hyper" and "Fanatic" because, like the title of this post shows, PSLE is &lt;b&gt;over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, how awesome, incredible and amazing is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not that I didn't &lt;i&gt;enjoy&lt;/i&gt; the "fun" of PSLE (because I didn't enjoy it, in the first place), but like Mrs Sim says, Primary 6 pupils all go bonkers about this time of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, what matters is that I did my best and whatever's done already set in motion. Heck, the markers should all be preparing to be stressed out over marking our papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But we students had our share of stress, now it's the teachers' turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, i just hope my result is exemplary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't want to pass, i want to pass with &lt;i&gt;flying colours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But then again, every wants that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, i really put in my heart and soul (not exactly, actually) into revising and what's the point of all that if i don't get to taste the fruit of my labour-triumph-after all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But i believe hard work will pay off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So on to everything related to PSLE that i haven't mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really feel like screaming out loud, like in the streets or whatever, "PSLE is over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, that idea, no matter how thrilling it sounds, is not very appealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For one, passers-by might just take me for a lunatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Possibly, i might be one, after two weeks of PSLE papers (excluding Oral, even!) and innumerable weeks of hard-core revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then Mrs Sim would be right, cause i've gone bonkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But for another "pro" to challenge the "con", we Primary 6 pupils do deserve a chance to just vent our pent-up emotions. We've been enduring PSLE sufferance for more than two weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, yeah, now that PSLE is officially over (for us HMT geeks, because the others had probably been celebrating since the floodgates opened yesterday at 10am after they completed their Science papers), we can obviously party. Till dawn, or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But seriously, if you've ever watched those stupid drama serials, where the character goes to the beach, faces the ocean and just shouts out their burdens, then you'll understand how tempting that idea seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or maybe it's just me, cause no one actually likes to watch those retarded shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But anyway, on to other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life isn't just revolving around PSLE. Like, even if PSLE was cancelled, the world will still go round. But if PSLE was cancelled, like for real, I bet you'd hear elated shrieks of Primary 6 pupils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But whatever, PSLE is just an obstacle that we've just crossed. And obstacles are part and parcel of life. Like, O'-levels, A'-levels and so on so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I'll cross the bridge when i come to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now, I'll have the fun of my life and play like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nah, not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, i have to find a blogskin and customize my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then post loads of posts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585642882041774756-4426633068597290891?l=heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/feeds/4426633068597290891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/psle-is-freakin-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4426633068597290891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585642882041774756/posts/default/4426633068597290891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-in-the-clouds.blogspot.com/2011/10/psle-is-freakin-over.html' title='PSLE IS FREAKIN&apos; OVER!'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454444918362446048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sD3KBO6HB1Q/TCnmV5-CumI/AAAAAAAABp4/WZTuCeGhrcU/S220/kintanti-bunny-kaixin.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
