<?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-30681750</id><updated>2012-01-26T23:46:20.489+08:00</updated><category term='iftheysaurus'/><category term='T-rex'/><category term='Joey'/><category term='Stressosaurus'/><category term='DEAD'/><category term='bob the dino'/><category term='YING wrote this therefore it must be good♥'/><category term='cation'/><category term='brachiosaurus'/><category term='zinc typed this.'/><title type='text'>INVISIBLE MONSTERS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>686</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3745487507363974115</id><published>2012-01-23T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:08:06.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3L9eLHyh8g/Tx10PpowNxI/AAAAAAAABGE/dcMJl8Yvk3k/s1600/IMG_8020+x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3L9eLHyh8g/Tx10PpowNxI/AAAAAAAABGE/dcMJl8Yvk3k/s1600/IMG_8020+x.jpg" width="600px" /&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: left;"&gt;i think this is one of our best family photos, both my mum and dad are smiling ^^ my sis doesnt like it though cause she thinks she looks weird :(&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/-xlXnbCalBas/Tx10d5wcQEI/AAAAAAAABGM/ExeB6ZNaJVM/s1600/IMG_8034+x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlXnbCalBas/Tx10d5wcQEI/AAAAAAAABGM/ExeB6ZNaJVM/s1600/IMG_8034+x.jpg" width="600px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to the rather shocking realisation today that cookie lives on in his adorable little puppies. it's hard to think of that round blonde chihuahua as a father but wow, he has kids ._. and when i look at the puppies i can see the bits and pieces that were all cookie's. especially the adorable little "socks" angel and amber have. it's... amazing to think vicky + cookie -&amp;gt; 5 puppies. i really wonder how vicky can be so nonplussed about the life she and cookie created together. i'm glad cookie left us such wonderful puppies to help fill the giant hole left behind in his absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i now sort of understand why people have children. or at least one of the reasons. and i was telling my sis that the next generation's reunion dinners are going to be so much smaller. my parents, my sis and i, our possible husbands, and our possible kids. it's so much smaller than what i'm used to, it scares me to think how different it'll be. right now our steamboats happen around two super large round tables. our future one will barely fill up one. it just wont seem as festive anymore :/ we'll have to fill in the empty spaces with lots of cats and dogs ! or maybe my sis will have lots of babies hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3745487507363974115?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3745487507363974115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3745487507363974115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2012/01/his-legacy.html' title='his legacy'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3L9eLHyh8g/Tx10PpowNxI/AAAAAAAABGE/dcMJl8Yvk3k/s72-c/IMG_8020+x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-8908269019948291618</id><published>2012-01-23T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:08:21.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off the top of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n17OOMxNYs4/TxxCNRwlKbI/AAAAAAAABF8/OW3Xy0rVagk/s1600/IMG_8005+x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n17OOMxNYs4/TxxCNRwlKbI/AAAAAAAABF8/OW3Xy0rVagk/s1600/IMG_8005+x.jpg" width="600px" /&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;happy CNY guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and yes i was bored :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8908269019948291618?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8908269019948291618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8908269019948291618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2012/01/off-top-of-my-head.html' title='off the top of my head'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n17OOMxNYs4/TxxCNRwlKbI/AAAAAAAABF8/OW3Xy0rVagk/s72-c/IMG_8005+x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4143819076171245232</id><published>2012-01-22T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:35:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tipping point</title><content type='html'>i'm getting more and more scared of the day A level results are released; i have so much hanging on what alphabets are printed in that column. it'll probably decide what i will do for the rest of my life. so yes, no stress. everything has been pretty smooth sailing so far and if everything just goes to hell on that day... i guess i'll just join the ranks of the disappointed and depressed. i never thought i would have stood such a chance, this is so absolutely frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i'm no longer as afraid from that tv show i was watching just now, though i'm still rather scared of taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's been awhile since i last posted. i haven't exactly been busy, just lazy heh heh. basically this week in a really short list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - interviewed prof j. b. and then went chinatown and came home to annoy the dogs heehee&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - went back to HC and sat in a really confusing physics class, understood about 10% (which is really quite an achievement for me), interviewed prof c. c-t. (lol i finally saw what the HC boarding school looks like), early 团圆饭 ie 3 hour hotpot buffet with D, A, QW and YP (so fullll~~)&lt;br /&gt;wed - slothed at home&lt;br /&gt;thurs - slothed at home + went to bedok specially to satisfy a koi craving but they had no green tea macchiato T.T&lt;br /&gt;fri - smu "interview" ( sigh guy who was... overly friendly @@ ) and 团圆饭 with loved ones :)&lt;br /&gt;sat - made some progress on the wall decals with lc, went to old airport road for lunch, popped by ying's house to check out her london loot (lololol), picked up stuff and read the longest blog post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i've decided that i like having pictures on my blog...&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/-3WBemUk1kPM/TxrkMf3vp9I/AAAAAAAABE8/B3yXN3x-plg/s1600/IMG_7745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WBemUk1kPM/TxrkMf3vp9I/AAAAAAAABE8/B3yXN3x-plg/s1600/IMG_7745.JPG" width="600px" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. 2. 3. 4. doggy stalking from monday, i apologise for angel's really really enlarged face hahaha. vicky's i-am-a-firebreathing-dragon face is so cute ^^&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SAIJGa1aBEs/TxrmgUhLm_I/AAAAAAAABFc/1AzsNQowmJ8/s1600/IMG_7899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SAIJGa1aBEs/TxrmgUhLm_I/AAAAAAAABFc/1AzsNQowmJ8/s1600/IMG_7899.JPG" width="600px" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be77rT-CXCs/Txrms1OFBUI/AAAAAAAABFk/0DrW-txO3QY/s1600/IMG_7934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be77rT-CXCs/Txrms1OFBUI/AAAAAAAABFk/0DrW-txO3QY/s1600/IMG_7934.JPG" width="600px" /&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;5. 6. the awesome dinner on tuesday involving lots of beef, balls, and ice cream (argh my bald spot is back!)&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_GRs0ncOTM/TxroSXacPGI/AAAAAAAABFs/M2oMfS2TU_k/s1600/IMG_7963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_GRs0ncOTM/TxroSXacPGI/AAAAAAAABFs/M2oMfS2TU_k/s1600/IMG_7963.JPG" width="600px" /&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;7. amazingly, nice iphone 3GS covers still exist; ying got me this from london ^^&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: justify;"&gt;and that's it for this week, maybe there'll be photos of my wall once we finish sticking the decals :D and i'm thinking of taking down the MJ posters so that i have space to stick actual photos and instaxes, but that just feels so wrong :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/30681750-4143819076171245232?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4143819076171245232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4143819076171245232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2012/01/tipping-point.html' title='the tipping point'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WBemUk1kPM/TxrkMf3vp9I/AAAAAAAABE8/B3yXN3x-plg/s72-c/IMG_7745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4677683081531349281</id><published>2012-01-13T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:26:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nervous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;it's not what you get;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;it's what you give.&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/30681750-4677683081531349281?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4677683081531349281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4677683081531349281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2012/01/nervous.html' title='nervous'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4119807775059283542</id><published>2012-01-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:38:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand</title><content type='html'>this was going to be a happy post about all the things i did yesterday and today, but now i'm just feeling too angsty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4119807775059283542?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4119807775059283542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4119807775059283542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2012/01/stand.html' title='stand'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-8063439292898321553</id><published>2012-01-05T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T02:19:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and there were bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tHonUGXZbI/TwSTyarDTiI/AAAAAAAABEM/hz3WLJWWwRk/s1600/IMG_7579b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tHonUGXZbI/TwSTyarDTiI/AAAAAAAABEM/hz3WLJWWwRk/s1600/IMG_7579b.jpg" width="600px" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu_kAdy63Q8/TwST0Fs1kCI/AAAAAAAABEU/bgI8YEeFo3Q/s1600/IMG_7580b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu_kAdy63Q8/TwST0Fs1kCI/AAAAAAAABEU/bgI8YEeFo3Q/s1600/IMG_7580b.jpg" width="600px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a spring cleaning day ! yes, i actually did some cleaning, since technically running a super strong vacuum cleaner over everything does make everything look less dirty. it's weird though, looking at all the bits and pieces i've accumulated over the years. it feels too... cold to throw them all away, but they're honestly too useless to keep. i'm just going to continue hoarding :)&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/-2MDrJfvSBPc/TwSVMqpYyWI/AAAAAAAABEg/IqmrXoiDU64/s1600/IMG_7584b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MDrJfvSBPc/TwSVMqpYyWI/AAAAAAAABEg/IqmrXoiDU64/s1600/IMG_7584b.jpg" width="600px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dream catcher finally broke, but i've had it since P6 so no surprise there. and i realised that a lot of my blog posts are going to be wrongly dated, since i post before i sleep and i usually sleep past midnight :/ it feels weird not having school and being able to wake up at noon/1pm/3pm. but then again it's nice to be woken up by a bored dog once in awhile n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous day... tuesday? i went shopping with zinc and jen and i went on a very thorough hunt for a nice huggable cream knit cardigan. i saw one i rather liked but because $$ is an issue, i put it down only to regret it a lot. i ended up dragging lc back to ion after dinner on the lucky chance that it was still there and it was, yay! n.n lol shallow moment hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uiJYbJllng/TwSVjkkBkPI/AAAAAAAABEs/nD9fRQcOFGg/s1600/IMG_7585b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uiJYbJllng/TwSVjkkBkPI/AAAAAAAABEs/nD9fRQcOFGg/s1600/IMG_7585b.jpg" width="600px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i sorted through my shoe cabinet today and decided that it's time to put my foot down (pun intended) and stop buying so many shoes. or at least only buy those that i'm sure i really really cannot live without :S but i'm going to make it a point to wear my heels out more often since there's no school now (i still can't get over that; it feels as if it's still december holidays!) and i'm unemployed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if you're wondering why i suddenly post so many random photos, it's cause i've been bored and recently came to temporarily possess an unneeded camera (ie my sister's, who conveniently actually has school and impending O levels heh heh). so yeps, i'm happily documenting my days of bumming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do expect more photos of the dogs though, and maybe prince too if i can catch him, because i've been feeling the urge to stalk my dogs n.n goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8063439292898321553?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8063439292898321553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8063439292898321553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-there-were-bunnies.html' title='and there were bunnies'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tHonUGXZbI/TwSTyarDTiI/AAAAAAAABEM/hz3WLJWWwRk/s72-c/IMG_7579b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3346621634348704698</id><published>2012-01-02T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T03:33:28.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a brave new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzwjuhr4160/TwCf0cbemhI/AAAAAAAABCc/E1yRBv6zflM/s1600/IMG_7548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzwjuhr4160/TwCf0cbemhI/AAAAAAAABCc/E1yRBv6zflM/s1600/IMG_7548.JPG" width="600px" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWh9kfOQohY/TwCwbAARSGI/AAAAAAAABDw/zLoBETCDgCA/s1600/IMG_1836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWh9kfOQohY/TwCwbAARSGI/AAAAAAAABDw/zLoBETCDgCA/s1600/IMG_1836.JPG" width="600" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_adNQrXGbiw/TwCwdVDJ6VI/AAAAAAAABD4/VLBvm_oH1SI/s1600/IMG_1837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_adNQrXGbiw/TwCwdVDJ6VI/AAAAAAAABD4/VLBvm_oH1SI/s1600/IMG_1837.JPG" width="600" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKST0LrltYQ/TwCwfQnq76I/AAAAAAAABEA/fo63MD3BZTg/s1600/IMG_1838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKST0LrltYQ/TwCwfQnq76I/AAAAAAAABEA/fo63MD3BZTg/s1600/IMG_1838.JPG" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's 2012, wow. ok so it's been 2012 for awhile already. my last few hours of 2011 were pretty miserable, sitting alone in my uncle's front yard hoping to hang on to my fickle 3G signal. but i guess it was a rather apt ending for a very trying year. we hit 0000 in the car on the way back, and it was all together quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling very... disappointed and somewhere inside i felt like shedding some of last year's baggage. so on an impulse i asked my sis to help me cut bangs and so by the first hour of the new year my fringe resembled a mushroom cap. think sec 1 bangs and yeps, it still doesnt look any better but luckily the regretting part hasn't set in yet. in fact, i feel pretty good. 2012 will be a year of doing things i've always thought of doing but never did. it will be a doing year !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw the really awesome plate of salmon and eggs was my brunch when i went to black coffee with yingzincjen on 31st, it was really really really beyond amazing. dinner was potluck at uncle's and i binged on countless bbq-ed black pepper chicken wings after all the regular potluck-y foods couldn't satisfy my&amp;nbsp;carnivorous needs hahas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G95LwF4rXXs/TwCuNeAdDpI/AAAAAAAABDk/aIxuwa9skEQ/s1600/IMG_1845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G95LwF4rXXs/TwCuNeAdDpI/AAAAAAAABDk/aIxuwa9skEQ/IMG_1845.JPG" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today we tried to make love letters in the very messy diy style. it was a bad idea hahas. i spent most of the time eating whatever came out of the metal tongs, which was mostly undercooked/overcooked batter. in the end my auntie took the leftover batter to make "pancakes". they actually tasted alright, and were quite good with prata curry nomnom. we had only one semi successful love letter, but i dropped it on the floor (oops) when i accidentally touched one of the metal tongs straight off the charcoal pit. and yeah, reflex actions and all, i let go of everything and squawked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i bbq-ed dinner (this is probably the first dinner where everything that was homecooked was prepared by me heh heh heh) and i have no idea why my charcoal looks purple in the picture. rest assured i did not use sinister-looking purple charcoal hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been browsing job vacancies using those funky online job databases and all the admin jobs are a really big turnoff. i mean they're probably more useful for my future, since i get some insider experience in corporate/business-y jobs but... really. i'm 18, i want to do something fun and dynamic and exciting and spontaneous. i guess there are probably some healthcare jobs, but i'm not going to take up medicine and i don't think i'll be studying life science in uni so... it sounds more interesting but i don't know if it's the right choice to apply for. i saw a rather interesting business-y vacancy, but this one sounds a little more scary than what i'm ready for. i just want to be able to work from home at my own pace and my own time with cup noodles to snack on at 3am in the morning :( or instant lasagna hahas, it's actually not bad (even though it resembles a block of frozen yellow and red playdoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i'll be going to the airport on 3 consecutive days to send ppl off so i&amp;nbsp;foresee&amp;nbsp;my subsequent days being pretty uneventful. which means some hermit time to read fanfic and blogskin but... i need to do something! going back to those days where i isolated myself from reality is... not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've forgotten what i wanted to say after my com overheated and died on me so okay, i'm just going to post this now.&amp;nbsp;btw, if you haven't seen this and you're a harry potter junky, please do so immediately. like nowwwwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="335" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DFBzZfxkWUg" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it makes me sniffle. i grew up reading harry potter and fanfiction. it's shaped the way i see the world entirely. i've learnt... a lot from it. strange right? i still remember once i was reading book 2 at the nanyang bus stop, and someone walked by muttering, "secondary school already, still reading harry potter tsk." i've graduated from jc, and i'm still reading HP fanfiction hahas. some things will never change. maybe i'll even write fanfic this year :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3346621634348704698?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3346621634348704698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3346621634348704698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2012/01/brave-new-year.html' title='a brave new year'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzwjuhr4160/TwCf0cbemhI/AAAAAAAABCc/E1yRBv6zflM/s72-c/IMG_7548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-192098398241104946</id><published>2011-12-29T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T02:07:16.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good guy/girl always wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLYwoqAuSag/TvtZbQB-1SI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-NOHESSdNJ0/s1600/IMG_1827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLYwoqAuSag/TvtZbQB-1SI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-NOHESSdNJ0/s640/IMG_1827.JPG" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps i'm still awake, largely cause i've started reading fanfiction and partly because i've only been awake for 8.5 hours; i woke up at 5pm see ^^ anyway the fact that 2011 is ending is really scaring me, but it's a bit too late to try and meet all my new year resolutions. as usual i'm hoping 2012 might involve a more proactive me, but since &amp;nbsp;2011 isn't over yet it feels a bit premature to start thinking of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“One day at a time – this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.” -Ida Scott Taylor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was a year that changed my life in ways that i still don't know and possibly will never know.&amp;nbsp;there were many terribly miserable days, but even the tough times are worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next chapter of my fanfic beckons so i'll muse over the 8765 hours of 2011 another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those are rather messily made oreo truffles, but hey they were omnomnomgood. who knew oreos could be blended :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-192098398241104946?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/192098398241104946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>it didnt feel like christmas at all. i mean, i knew it was around that time of the year, what with all the cheery snowmen and santas set up along the streets, but everytime i realised that it was the 25th i still felt a little surprised. in the end, the 25th of december was just the day i came back from vietnam and held no other special significance. there was a very blatant lack of christmas cheer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a couple of days ago i was telling dawn that life's just starting to get good. right now i'm not sure what to do with it. i have nothing to do until my ingredients come home with my mum and i can bake a little. reading just cant fill the emptiness anymore and i want to do something but i don't know what. i'm tempted to read fanfiction again just to feel something other than extreme boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and vietnam was... just a trip we took because my sister wanted to fly in an airplane again, during which she promptly felt miserable and nauseous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8616104255964566925?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8616104255964566925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8616104255964566925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/12/grey.html' title='grey'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8635189937590316307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8635189937590316307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/12/limbo.html' title='strange days'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RtJUjk8qId0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3185701124034011767</id><published>2011-12-18T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:02:08.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the therapeutic effects of a bowl of chocolate</title><content type='html'>baking today felt good; there was no one breathing down my back and no one chasing me to hurry up. just me, the new up-sized fridge, lots of sugary stuff, lots and lots of tissue, and the old cranky oven. and a big bowl of melted chocolate and butter (which took a really long time to prepare). i didn't feel like tinkering around with pots to made a pseudo double boiler so i just microwaved my chocolate chips and butter at the lowest heat in 30second blasts and it kind of took awhile. the rest was pretty much normal, since with brownies all you do is chuck everything in and stir. the recipe asked for nuts but im much happier with oreos so i bullied them into pieces with my rolling pin (i've never actually rolled anything with it yet) before using scissors to cut them up because my mum was complaining of the noise. she also complained that i talked to myself too much :( anyway i was attempting to make rocky road brownies, which is just a funky brownie with marshmallows, chocolate chips and nuts on top but i sort of ended up with this and i must say it's not bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OC7muIwBZI/Tu3-1HcN7II/AAAAAAAABB0/x66fqyLco7k/s1600/IMG_1796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OC7muIwBZI/Tu3-1HcN7II/AAAAAAAABB0/x66fqyLco7k/s400/IMG_1796.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyofalwJ0vA/Tu3-_hs8lJI/AAAAAAAABB8/1bmy8E_eULg/s1600/IMG_1798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyofalwJ0vA/Tu3-_hs8lJI/AAAAAAAABB8/1bmy8E_eULg/s400/IMG_1798.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a bit of a mess cutting them up but they were really good with milk *nomz* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my cousin's guinea pig is super cute, it looks like the head of a mop but black and with a pair of shiny bright eyes. and it makes funny bubbling noises *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwEHn9Kv3kQ/Tu3_leAuLsI/AAAAAAAABCE/lzzMpEv95s8/s1600/IMG_1789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwEHn9Kv3kQ/Tu3_leAuLsI/AAAAAAAABCE/lzzMpEv95s8/s400/IMG_1789.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i helped my mum dye her hair today! it was weird because i was wearing plastic gloves and rubbing brown-ish stuff into her hair @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my thighs still ache, but not in the nice way anymore. it's more of a i-think-i-may-roll-down-the-stairs kind of my-legs-are-going-to-collapse-under-me ache T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3185701124034011767?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3185701124034011767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3185701124034011767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/12/therapeutic-effects-of-bowl-of.html' title='the therapeutic effects of a bowl of chocolate'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OC7muIwBZI/Tu3-1HcN7II/AAAAAAAABB0/x66fqyLco7k/s72-c/IMG_1796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4404934046521735434</id><published>2011-12-17T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T02:03:08.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick bite</title><content type='html'>this week passed rather fast. actually the time since A's seems to have passed rather fast, yet it feels like it's been such a long time too :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so monday was prom and it was pretty uneventful, food was meh~ shoes were a painful bitch but i saved $53.90 by wearing an old pair n.n staying out was nice cause town was so peaceful and empty. and yeps my favourite photos grabbed from facebook plus a few more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCSiWQNhxH0/TuuGqReh8AI/AAAAAAAABAo/KXT5bmlsBO0/s1600/from+chang5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCSiWQNhxH0/TuuGqReh8AI/AAAAAAAABAo/KXT5bmlsBO0/s400/from+chang5.jpg" width="400" /&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 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmUUPqdT5KA/TuuGr43qMII/AAAAAAAABA4/DaMw8xKGXpI/s400/from+jonvoon.jpg" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pqRxjpziPWU/TuuGskNNPhI/AAAAAAAABBA/Mymia3Z34dI/s1600/from+zhiting4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pqRxjpziPWU/TuuGskNNPhI/AAAAAAAABBA/Mymia3Z34dI/s400/from+zhiting4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wv__dXUvQlk/TuuHY1eQADI/AAAAAAAABBk/z7vqJwVhqDE/s1600/IMG_1772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wv__dXUvQlk/TuuHY1eQADI/AAAAAAAABBk/z7vqJwVhqDE/s400/IMG_1772.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7n4Bx-ptk0/TuuHRfU3IvI/AAAAAAAABBU/j808FIH8p1o/s1600/IMG_1770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7n4Bx-ptk0/TuuHRfU3IvI/AAAAAAAABBU/j808FIH8p1o/s400/IMG_1770.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, wednesday and thursday were lazy sloth days n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday went for training and it feels good to be moving again in that rather painful but strangely satisfying kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's it for now until i find something exciting to do with the rest of my december :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4404934046521735434?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4404934046521735434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4404934046521735434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/12/quick-bite.html' title='a quick bite'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCSiWQNhxH0/TuuGqReh8AI/AAAAAAAABAo/KXT5bmlsBO0/s72-c/from+chang5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-8890865729228170033</id><published>2011-12-12T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T02:01:57.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>preheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg after prom this will be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt2wifzt9K1r18u3uo3_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt2wifzt9K1r18u3uo2_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt2wifzt9K1r18u3uo9_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt2wifzt9K1r18u3uo4_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8890865729228170033?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8890865729228170033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8890865729228170033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/12/preheat.html' title='preheat'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7459239599132652152</id><published>2011-12-08T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:03:56.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;right now i wish i had hope, but i don't. you took it all away in one swift night. just a couple of hours really. what are you trying to prove? that hope is better than nothing? why must you be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no warning at all? why him? why now? why so soon? why like this? why couldn't we have more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the regrets just keep piling up. i'm sorry. i'm so so so fucking sorry. i love you. i love you so much and you're going to stay in that special place in my heart even if i can't hold you in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to survive going through this 4 more times? there are only so many blows a person can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fragmented thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i want to be able to hold you again; feel the brush of your wagging tail; the weight of you lying on my tummy. i need to stop this chain of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7459239599132652152?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7459239599132652152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7459239599132652152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-only.html' title='if only'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6968304089611943582</id><published>2011-12-04T08:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:49:52.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sounds inside</title><content type='html'>ironically, i miss being busy. at least when i was busy i didn't have time to think pointless thoughts. i've started on my reading almost desperately, partly because i miss losing myself in a story and partly because i need to escape my own thoughts. is this what growing up will be like? making mistakes and regretting them? my mind keeps straying back to how everything could have turned out differently, how it could have been something i felt good about and not this nagging thought that i want to fling as far away from me as i can. maybe when i have a day at home i'll get to clearing up my room and i'll stop seeing all these constant reminders. strangely enough, on days when i can sleep in i can't. woke up at around 5am today even without an alarm that i forgot to set, and couldn't go back to sleep so i went down and read my book and hugged my dogs. and made breakfast with eggs cheese bread and jam. anything to keep busy. i need distractions. im going to start coding skins again, that's for sure. i need the kind of tunnel vision doing something like that gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope can be so cruel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6968304089611943582?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6968304089611943582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6968304089611943582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/12/sounds-inside.html' title='the sounds inside'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-339584861661819567</id><published>2011-12-02T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:31:57.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never gonna regret watching every sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="437" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-z5FWlUN1go" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today didn't go well, quite terribly actually; i think the interviewers were just trying to get rid of me but oh wells, what's done is done. it's up to fate now, although every thing seems to be trying to tell me not to go to uk. from the insane A level papers to my knees-that-ache-on-cold-rainy-days, maybe my mum is right and sometimes life is trying to throw you a few subtle hints that something's not meant to happen. but i'm going to need a much more obvious sign, like maybe a giant neon billboard saying "you must not be a vet", before i put all my eggs in that basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've come to realise that the little mistakes i've made this past month and a day shouldn't be regrets because there really are more important things to regret. and i'm glad i've only had two so far that can contend for that heavyweight title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new quote i added to my wall during the A levels: &lt;i&gt;once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can&lt;/i&gt;. i may have typed that out before, but no harm doing it again since after all, it's usually the first thing i see every morning and it's scrawled large enough that even with my worsening myopia i can still read it without my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my astigmatism is getting worse, its starting to make wearing contacts very very difficult; everything is just too bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our time is up&lt;br /&gt;When our lives are done&lt;br /&gt;Will we say, we've had our fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make a mark this time&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Wait until the bombs drop&lt;br /&gt;This is all we got now&lt;br /&gt;Scream until your heart stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was playing guitar hero with my sis and dad just now and doing a lot of random screaming. my voice now sounds like a grizzly bear's. grrrrr~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-339584861661819567?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/339584861661819567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/339584861661819567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-gonna-regret-watching-every.html' title='never gonna regret watching every sunset'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-z5FWlUN1go/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3369058702411344445</id><published>2011-11-29T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:37:26.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>called to the horns</title><content type='html'>i am very very worried for friday; if they decide to ask all sorts of technical questions i am going to be utterly stumped. i have so much to revise for it; wonder whether it would be smarter to start preparing for it now or to straighten out my bio for thursday's paper first and figure out the interview stuff later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my attempt to understand wikipedia's quantum mechanics page was just... sad. i was trying to comprehend the&amp;nbsp;Schrödinger's cat experiment but my brain was blown to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes, ONE MORE PAPER LEFT ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LOL SOMETHING I FOUND FROM A POST IN 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eeps. there's still the A levels, if my delicate disposition even survives that long. i think when A's come i will undergo a complete shutdown and run off into some corner of my head to play chess with myself. or, i could have turned into a rather messy pile of human innards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just realised that i haven't played chess with silas (my com, if you're confused) in really really long. and i'm glad that i've yet to implode and i'm happy to say that i probably won't. my delicate disposition seems to have manned-up from increased exposure to testosterone and mind boggling exams. and econs. oh econs, the pains i went through just for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and yes, zinc and i were talking about the existence souls on the bus ride home today (lol our discussion was very philosophical) and i got reminded of noetic science from 'The Lost Symbol'. but thats irrelevant, cause in the end we concluded that we'd find out when we find out, which hopefully wont be soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure what the point of typing that out was, but it's useful in case a couple of years down the road i start wondering what i did/talked/thought about back then. which is actually something i do once in awhile, like today evidently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i shall go back to feeling very demoralised by all these uk students who have so much work experience that is so varied that i wonder if i even stand a teeny tiny chance. but what am i supposed to do since singapore has no lamb farms! nor cow farms! and too few stables! oh wells, i will find out when i find out. here's to hoping tomorrow will be a productive day, toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3369058702411344445?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3369058702411344445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3369058702411344445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/called-to-horns.html' title='called to the horns'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4591804346139221645</id><published>2011-11-27T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:17:35.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now and again</title><content type='html'>that strange unpleasant feeling :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4591804346139221645?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4591804346139221645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4591804346139221645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-and-again.html' title='now and again'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6475823729170315312</id><published>2011-11-24T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:57:40.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Jour Le Jour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="335" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T9ETxBHYBAU" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But feelings are just having a picture on the screen in your head of what is going to happen tomorrow or next year, or what might have happened instead of what did happen, and if it is a happy picture they smile and if it is a sad picture they cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And when you look at the sky you know you are looking at stars which are hundreds and thousands of light years away from you. And some of the stars don't even exist any more because their light has taken so long to get to us that they are already dead, or they have exploded and collapsed into red dwarfs. And that makes you seem very small, and if you have difficult things in your life it is nice to think that they are what is called &lt;i&gt;negligible&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;which means that they are so small you don't have to take them into account when you are calculating something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to be able to start reading books again, there are so many i want to open and lose myself in. and i used to do that thing where i think of how very small i am in the greater scheme of the universe and it felt comforting to know how insignificant my screw-ups were. except it was really hard to find stars in singapore and i just end up wondering if i'm looking at a star or airplane. but it's nice to know that this same star was shining down on us back then and the starlight i finally get to see today (or not) is something we sort-of shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking i'm sort of obsessed, but sometimes a memory helps us to be a little more brave in a frightening world.&amp;nbsp;and that's the beautiful thing about memories. you see everything through rose-tinted glasses and the good will always be there to give you strength and warm fuzzy feelings; and the bad can get the hell lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6475823729170315312?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6475823729170315312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6475823729170315312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/au-jour-le-jour.html' title='Au Jour Le Jour'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T9ETxBHYBAU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7403614376653910932</id><published>2011-11-23T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:38:47.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/tumblr_lbv6d7Xnc81qzi80do1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's moments like now that i wish i could dig a hole and disappear for awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7403614376653910932?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7403614376653910932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7403614376653910932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/saudade.html' title='saudade'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1434216838244010611</id><published>2011-11-23T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:09:01.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mess mess mess</title><content type='html'>i can't bring myself to pack everything up, the idea of filing away notes is so depressing i'd be so much happier just throwing everything out the window (though i'll probably regret it later zzz). A's are sort-of-over and i can't wait for them to be officially over. i wanna play ultimate again. and go shopping. oooo i sent my dress for alteration today, hope it turns out okay n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just bought blueberries, can't wait to bake something with them before my auntie eats them all up ]:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1434216838244010611?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1434216838244010611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1434216838244010611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/mess-mess-mess.html' title='mess mess mess'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2899679231950945289</id><published>2011-11-19T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:30:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long way down</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Cecilia Ahern&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-2899679231950945289?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2899679231950945289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2899679231950945289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-way-down.html' title='a long way down'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6552689741782806875</id><published>2011-11-17T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:13:27.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the s-thing-that-must-not-be-named (and it isn't sex lol)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;something ying sent me and i'll do since i'm keeping today s-word free n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;鸡蛋&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you loud, outgoing, or shy?&lt;br /&gt;a mix of all 3? but more shy n.n&lt;br /&gt;3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?&lt;br /&gt;鸡蛋&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;of course n.n&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever given up on someone, but then gone back to him or her?&lt;br /&gt;why would someone give up on someone?!!&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?&lt;br /&gt;he'd probably be more drunk lololol&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship 2 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so!&lt;br /&gt;8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;鸡蛋&lt;br /&gt;9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;not particularly, unless its really really deviant; like whips and chains deviant ._.&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;hmms... what is considered deep? probably joey?&lt;br /&gt;11. What does your most recent text say?&lt;br /&gt;i was really confused too @@ ... ...&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you feel about abortion?&lt;br /&gt;an option that should be available to every woman&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like big crowds of people?&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay with them as long as they're not invading my personal space&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i really need some right now :S&lt;br /&gt;15. What good things happened this summer?&lt;br /&gt;what summer?&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;how many people do you think i kiss -.-&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think there is life on another planet?&lt;br /&gt;probably not the kind of life we're familiar with but yeps&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you still talk to your first crush?&lt;br /&gt;nopes :/&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like bubble baths?&lt;br /&gt;love! i was longing for a nice hot one yesterday after playing frisbee in the rain&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you like your neighbors?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know them, they have a very annoying dog (lol ironic i know, coming from me)&lt;br /&gt;21. What are your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;too many to list but the worst would probably be my constant procrastination; i figure laziness is one of my major character flaws; that and my inability to light a stove&lt;br /&gt;22. Where would you like to travel?&lt;br /&gt;all around the world&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have trust issues?&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite part of your daily routine?&lt;br /&gt;the part where i get to eat n.n&lt;br /&gt;25. What body part are you most uncomfortable with?&lt;br /&gt;the knees, they're all weird ]:&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?&lt;br /&gt;mmm a little darker maybe?&lt;br /&gt;28. Who are you most comfortable around?&lt;br /&gt;my dogs and ex-cat&lt;br /&gt;29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you ever want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;yes, and my house will have the most epic sized bathtub! and dogs! and cats!&lt;br /&gt;31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;32. Which celebrities would you like having a threesome with?&lt;br /&gt;the only one i'm a fan of is unfortunately dead&lt;br /&gt;33. Spell your name with your chin.&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you play sports?&lt;br /&gt;ultimate n.n&lt;br /&gt;35. Would you rather live without TV or music?&lt;br /&gt;without tv, is this not really obvious?&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?&lt;br /&gt;yeps&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you say during awkward silences?&lt;br /&gt;nothing, it's more interesting to find out what the other person says&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you think age matters in relationships?&lt;br /&gt;it complicates things&lt;br /&gt;39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?&lt;br /&gt;do online stores count? it's been awhile since i bought stuff over a counter :/&lt;br /&gt;40. What do you want to do after high school?&lt;br /&gt;after A's? a lot of things! eat awesome food, watch old movies, play ultimate, possibly go for dance again, volunteer at RDA and ACRES and maybe somewhere else, read all my books and oops i'm thinking this question was meant to be more of a long term thing uhh i don't know&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;depends on what they did and why&lt;br /&gt;42. If you’re being extremely quiet, what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen asleep&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you smile at strangers?&lt;br /&gt;all the time hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;outer space! there are very very freaky creatures at the bottom of the ocean; they're scary ._.&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you want a roommate?&lt;br /&gt;only if that person's nice&lt;br /&gt;46. What are you paranoid about?&lt;br /&gt;losing stuff&lt;br /&gt;47. What was the meanest thing someone ever said to you?&lt;br /&gt;you never loved her&lt;br /&gt;48. The nicest thing?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying ;)&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you done something recently you hope no one finds out about?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;50. What language do you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to relearn chinese :/ but spanish would be fun too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there done n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6552689741782806875?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6552689741782806875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6552689741782806875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/s-thing-that-must-not-be-named-and-it.html' title='the s-thing-that-must-not-be-named (and it isn&apos;t sex lol)'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-239236250407232827</id><published>2011-11-12T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:30:26.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stormy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r_8ydghbGSg" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8wxOVn99FTE" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r_8ydghbGSg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7245820256683246000</id><published>2011-11-11T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:30:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these violent delights have violent ends</title><content type='html'>so the first week is over and i'm exhausted; emotionally drained too. i can't stand how i've made so so so many careless and obvious mistakes. what's the point of doing well in jc exams if simple carelessness will screw up your A levels. sucks. i can't believe i actually missed out questions even. what is wrong with me??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7245820256683246000?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2011&amp;amp;month=11&amp;amp;date=8&amp;amp;hrs=14&amp;amp;ts=12&amp;amp;tz=480&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=dhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23eeeeee&amp;amp;title=The%20beginning%20of%20the%20end" width="250" height="365" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="overflow:hidden;width:25.6em;height:15.8em;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4314626439096902600?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4314626439096902600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4314626439096902600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/discipline.html' title='discipline'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3242243644613390888</id><published>2011-11-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:55:37.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe</title><content type='html'>the countdown is scaring the shit out of me ._.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the next 4 weeks go fine, i hope i can finish my papers, i hope i know how to do my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please let me be lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3242243644613390888?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3242243644613390888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3242243644613390888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/breathe.html' title='breathe'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-8332677995472799329</id><published>2011-11-04T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:07:26.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a feeling</title><content type='html'>CMON CMON I WANT A'S TO END ALREADY~&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want them to start :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8332677995472799329?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8332677995472799329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8332677995472799329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-feeling.html' title='what a feeling'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-5230414098618281033</id><published>2011-11-03T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:13:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QUoEA9AtNsI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so beautiful~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-5230414098618281033?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5230414098618281033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5230414098618281033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-time.html' title='all the time'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QUoEA9AtNsI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3345187324465803104</id><published>2011-11-01T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:38:47.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyctophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkOYNVBnA6A/Tq7cxAeTbsI/AAAAAAAABAE/MQV3GV1ahMg/s1600/tumblr_ln7ja8NgsB1qbezbuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkOYNVBnA6A/Tq7cxAeTbsI/AAAAAAAABAE/MQV3GV1ahMg/s1600/tumblr_ln7ja8NgsB1qbezbuo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the strangest dream involving bear yesterday. people kept trying to wash him in the washing machine with all sorts of things and i think my sis almost succeeded one time and if she had, bear would have come out pink ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i crashed my parents' room at 2am last night cause i simply couldnt sleep with the strange smell of mosquito incense in my room. i just sprawled on the floor with my arsenal of pillow blanket bolster and bear and i think mosquito incense screws up some of the chemicals in my brains because it tossed to the forefront of my mind some of my greatest fears. it was really really strange :/ but in the morning i got to claim my parents entire bed after they woke up and it was so good~ the perks of going back to sleep n.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3345187324465803104?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3345187324465803104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3345187324465803104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/11/nyctophobia.html' title='nyctophobia'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkOYNVBnA6A/Tq7cxAeTbsI/AAAAAAAABAE/MQV3GV1ahMg/s72-c/tumblr_ln7ja8NgsB1qbezbuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-572625951928086401</id><published>2011-10-29T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:15:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LRZk4lD09pQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh my body is totally crashing, and i can't study at all in my fevered state. this is such terrible timing. i am very worried about A levels, but then again, who isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-572625951928086401?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/572625951928086401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/572625951928086401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/like-rainbow.html' title='like a rainbow'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LRZk4lD09pQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-5124109638166194627</id><published>2011-10-23T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:24:47.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much much more please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SVN6iv27prs" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend has been pretty chill, if only graduating actually meant i could stop studying. saturday was starbucks with ying, but terribly hard to focus, was so sleepy and fell asleep during tuition too. but after that was movie with lc and beef chilli cheese fries (:D). both were awesome; watch 'midnight in paris' it was really cool and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was SOA with ying again, but before that we went cedele for some really nice bread and then SOA to study but again, unproductive. i spent too much time craving all the food and ice cream. mmm mango alfonso and passionfruit sorbets, garlic prawn pasta, lemon meringue pie gelato with super rich brownie (i shall bake some soon hopefully), mushroom soup with garlic toast; basically soa food is amazing, everything is super nice and i need to update my food album ;D and i spent too much time at soa watching random vids on the ipad lol and then this (super duper cute) kid came over to watch the lion king videos. ying went nuts over him lolol. i was just worried for my data booklet and MF15 but the only casualties were my 4th ionisation energy of Fe and 2sinAcosB formula but they're still readable under the orange doodles and correction fluid.&amp;nbsp;and good thing mildliners dont die after being dipped in eyedrops @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i baked cupcakes! super sweet icing but the still-warm ones (without icing) &amp;nbsp;i tried were not bad :O (even though i fudged my way about a bit) teehee, ive been baking every weekend it feels really nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i won't be going for all the mocks tomorrow, havent studied :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-5124109638166194627?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5124109638166194627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5124109638166194627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/much-much-more-please.html' title='much much more please'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SVN6iv27prs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1787764098986000923</id><published>2011-10-17T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:39:25.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to no end</title><content type='html'>&lt;img &lt;="" p="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300400_10150405214042744_689302743_10552255_44676459_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to go through this cycle every time i try and remember something i've studied before for prelims/blocks D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1787764098986000923?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1787764098986000923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1787764098986000923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-no-end.html' title='to no end'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2822296738263164216</id><published>2011-10-16T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:45:59.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheep like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsr1l777oY1qbfs1zo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsr1l777oY1qbfs1zo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO CUTE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and lol epic slack weekend, &amp;nbsp;i'm not sure how time managed to pass so quickly :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the reading room i must go tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-2822296738263164216?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2822296738263164216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2822296738263164216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/sheep-like-that.html' title='sheep like that'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6525252211530304647</id><published>2011-10-15T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:44:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>you weren't the one who held her to sleep at nights; you weren't the one who cried into her fur when no one else would have understood; you weren't the one who tried to stay awake studying the most boring topics with her next to you; you weren't the one who fell asleep with her when that didn't work out; you weren't the one who put out her breakfast in the mornings before going to school; you weren't the one who brought her into the house when we got home at nights (no you headed straight for the tv); you weren't the one who hoped she'd come in through your room window when you couldn't find her outside the gate that day; you weren't the one who felt contented just petting her and hearing her loud-as-a-train purr;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you weren't the one who tried to love her;&amp;nbsp;you couldn't; i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she scratched you and she bit you and you called her a terrible cat. she scratched me, she bit me, i just held on tighter or tried again. do you know how happy i was the first time she fell asleep in my lap? i'd finally gotten through to her. you have no idea how hard i tried to build that amazing bond with her so please, who are you to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fed her medicine once, and you think you cared for her more than i did? ha. she never meant anything to you. i was the one who choose her at spca; i named her (yes i have an obsession with naming); i loved her; love, still; always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't need to prove that to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6525252211530304647?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6525252211530304647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6525252211530304647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4778823828997879283</id><published>2011-10-14T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:32:04.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of</title><content type='html'>i'm back in that funk where the days all blur together into a mass of reading room and bed and somehow i seem to do very little in the many hours that just fly by. i'm really worried i won't even be halfway-prepared by the time A levels are here :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4778823828997879283?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4778823828997879283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4778823828997879283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/kind-of.html' title='kind of'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7489855812280494315</id><published>2011-10-10T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:01:30.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of everything</title><content type='html'>"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - Albus Dumbledore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7489855812280494315?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7489855812280494315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7489855812280494315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-everything.html' title='of everything'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2058891279135860937</id><published>2011-10-09T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:40:25.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g8zY2M-ZvNk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/30681750-2058891279135860937?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2058891279135860937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2058891279135860937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g8zY2M-ZvNk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6789316969422153834</id><published>2011-10-05T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:44:40.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the sea of my own doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="437" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EJZBOPwSI8U" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ying i've been listening to that on repeat, super nice song~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start doing what i know i should, mustn't lose sight of what it's all for. i can't believe how a small and careless idea grew to become so utterly all-engulfing. i will do what must be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6789316969422153834?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6789316969422153834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6789316969422153834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-sea-of-my-own-doubt.html' title='in the sea of my own doubt'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EJZBOPwSI8U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6299194843629066412</id><published>2011-09-29T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:27:09.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*bangs head repeatedly on hard surface*</title><content type='html'>OMG I AM THE BIGGEST IDIOT EVER WTFASD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6299194843629066412?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6299194843629066412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6299194843629066412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/bangs-head-repeatedly-on-hard-surface.html' title='*bangs head repeatedly on hard surface*'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2961838877628103106</id><published>2011-09-29T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:44:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rise and fall</title><content type='html'>reading "the lost symbol" is really confusing, not because they use a lot of big words and foreign languages, but because so many of the concepts they suggest go against everything i know to be true. yet, the possibilities of such things are just mind-blowing. i think this is why i don't read sci-fi; i end up wondering what if this thing or that thing could be true and then i sweep my mind off its metaphorical feet. mmm vaguely disoriented right now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-2961838877628103106?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2961838877628103106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2961838877628103106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/rise-and-fall.html' title='the rise and fall'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4705269077338394238</id><published>2011-09-28T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:47:04.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omnomnomagain</title><content type='html'>wheee i updated my food album yesterday and it was so awesome looking at all the good food and i'm off to go hunt down good popiah with ying and jen, toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes i got my tan back yayyyyy im black again n.n shall post the instax we took on monday at ecp soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4705269077338394238?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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awesome, we wandered down to this zamzam place and cleverly ordered one each and got so full we were burping murtabak the rest of the day. super good and i'd post pictures but i'm too lazy n.n i need to update my food album soon yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was followed by a long overdue walk down haji land and we saw these pretty laptop cases/file thingys that we were so tempted to get but didn't D: then went to bras basah where i promptly sat on the nearest bench to nurse my aching feet while ying got her contacts before we proceeded to do even more walking to soul for the flb flea which was mega packed and spent our time crab-walking through the crazy crowds. ended up only getting some instax film which i plan to use a lot of soon :D and if i really do end up so shutter happy i shall have more pictures to plaster onto my wall @@ that sounds a little scary though so maybe i should consider getting an instax album instead hmms :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and friday after chem paper was pickup in school which was really awesomeeeeeee~ wheee my feet are grossly patchy again but this is what i get for playing barefoot. but it was all worth it n.n mmm 12 more hours till after-prelims and i can finally go ecp again for cycling with the class, though i'm not sure yet if i feel physically up to cycling since i feel super tired for some strange reason even though i had like 14 hours of sleep :/ yeah, 14 i kid you not ;D it was good and filled with the half-remembered dreams that come with deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my back is starting to hurt from all this sitting on the floor so it might be time to lie down and accidentally fall asleep so that i can have some 8 hours of sleep and just not study for bio since prelims are a lost cause anyway. but then my guilt will come back and bitchslap me and i'll spend the rest of the day emo-ing about why i seem to have no self-discipline whatsoever. so i think i shall spend some time reading a book instead and start revision at... 10 :/ sounds like a plan, seeya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a long pointless rant this has turned out to be ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3028798478181471514?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3028798478181471514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3028798478181471514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/these-3-inches-are-beyond-me.html' title='these 3 inches are beyond me'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-785883810444605308</id><published>2011-09-24T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:59:40.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where did the fight go</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Mal: You keep telling yourself what you know. But what do you believe? What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-785883810444605308?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/785883810444605308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/785883810444605308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-did-fight-go.html' title='where did the fight go'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-567272667191719300</id><published>2011-09-23T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T06:41:42.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost almost almost</title><content type='html'>7 hours more till quasi freedom!! and lol i had 8 hours of sleep, that was pretty awesome. okay time to pack up &amp;nbsp;and go to school T.T where is my beaten up pikachu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-567272667191719300?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/567272667191719300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/567272667191719300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/almost-almost-almost.html' title='almost almost almost'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7190252444877611035</id><published>2011-09-20T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:10:15.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all packed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;(oh lol i just posted this into the wrong blog mmm might be time to clean up my dashboard oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room looks livable again yay~ except it's just going to return to its paper avalanche state once i take out chem for tomorrow D&amp;lt; shall delay that and bask in the vast amount of floor space i suddenly have again n.n (lol strange urge to sprawl on the floor and sloth around but then i'll fall asleep and you won't hear from me again until 11pm when my sis kicks me awake as she seems to be doing quite often; ouch backaches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i can't wait for prelims to be over, each one just gets more and more painful urgh. i suddenly feel a little bit like a krill in a too big ocean. and this is unrelated, but i had the strangest dream involving cows yesterday :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im itching to get shoes again but i can't help it this are my female singaporean genes doing their thing (lol i actually read the newspapers today and it talked about how sg women are more materialistic :O oh wait i knew that already :/) and so, in the spirit of not hoarding, i must resist! actually i don't have a choice the monster pair of toe crushing boots i want are way out of my league but gah they are so awesomeeeeee maybe china will spew out a knock off &amp;gt;D zzz shoe lusting in the morning is such a bad way to start the day. i must step away from the com before i do something i shouldn't but won't regret... which is not possible, even the temptation of lemon&amp;nbsp;meringue&amp;nbsp;pie gelato at SOA cant make me get off my butt. phooey i shall just sit here and inhale teddy bear fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7190252444877611035?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7190252444877611035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7190252444877611035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-packed-up.html' title='all packed up'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-37465339316119311</id><published>2011-09-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T02:01:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decreasing at an increasing rate</title><content type='html'>joey made me curious so i went to check:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.4%, 79.0%, 75.8%, 69.8%, ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is not a good trend ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-37465339316119311?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/37465339316119311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/37465339316119311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/decreasing-at-increasing-rate.html' title='decreasing at an increasing rate'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-81230356860135896</id><published>2011-09-16T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:05:36.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tell me why</title><content type='html'>OMG I FINALLY HAVE A WORKING PRINTER.&lt;br /&gt;except that it's black and white only :/&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing i printed was this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.subway.com.sg/promotions/wk1_coupon.jpg"&gt;http://www.subway.com.sg/promotions/wk1_coupon.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda pointless since the week is ending and cow, that is a lot of vouchers :O in black and white ._.&lt;br /&gt;but omg i can print things! like this lol, black and white but still *_* a printer is so empowering~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuxZ0KXSOIA/TnNA3B8-zDI/AAAAAAAAA98/cCscrPW0ub8/s1600/IMG_1474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuxZ0KXSOIA/TnNA3B8-zDI/AAAAAAAAA98/cCscrPW0ub8/s400/IMG_1474.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lololol i have kfc subway and coffeebean in my tummy, they're going to kill each other :O&lt;br /&gt;i shall root for subway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go dedustify the bear i just dug out with a golf club, i'm amazed i didn't kill anything throughout the whole process phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When someone sees the same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming a part of that person’s life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember that, which just means it's time to start rereading books yayyy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-81230356860135896?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/81230356860135896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/81230356860135896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-tell-me-why.html' title='so tell me why'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuxZ0KXSOIA/TnNA3B8-zDI/AAAAAAAAA98/cCscrPW0ub8/s72-c/IMG_1474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7770271563798774528</id><published>2011-09-15T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:49:54.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your faith walks on broken glass</title><content type='html'>EXHAUSTED!&lt;br /&gt;one week and a bit more to go; hang in there hang in there hang in there~~&lt;br /&gt;the papers have been really terrible so far, especially the not finishing part and the last minute cramming. seriously, what was i doing during all those hours at the reading room???! i feel as if i haven't gotten anywhere on my revision and dammit i am so tired now i'd be crashing in bed except we had such a heavy dinner i feel as if my stomach is starting to exert gravity on everything around me. lol acio pillow~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta keep reminding myself of why i'm going through all of this for; that teeny tiny barely existent chance of finally getting something that keeps slipping out of my reach. it will all be worth it! even if you don't get what you want :S as miss sun very happily told us before bio, "enjoy the paper!" which i actually do, but that's only during the process of doing and puzzling out questions. the time limit just ruins everything because you can't fully appreciate how much effort has gone into creating a question to totally screw with your head and self-confidence lololol. and then after that you're like, oh shit why didn't i write that or oh shit why no time againnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my digestion would speed up a little. oh lol i just got reminded of a scene i saw in a sci fi show where cute little creatures made of fat bud off people and start walking around making cute sounds. it was really weird, they just bud off like exocytosis lol. and yeah, no link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and omg i can't wait for after A levels, so many things i want to do~~&lt;br /&gt;trip with class to... taiwan?&lt;br /&gt;trip with ying to somewhere nice and relaxing where we can just sloth about reading books (there are so many i've been wanting to read!)&lt;br /&gt;some time at acres/ animal shelter to immerse myself in some furry goodness&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of ultimate&lt;br /&gt;playing final fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;coding a new blogskin (finallyyyyy~)&lt;br /&gt;watching movies while nomming on giant bowls of assorted cereal&lt;br /&gt;snuggling up in bed and never getting up&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach and being a public hazard/nuisance (i miss the feel of sand and sea on bare feet D:)&lt;br /&gt;long slow walks to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in on rainy days&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in on lazy days&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in whenever i want to&lt;br /&gt;sleeping on the living room floor and cuddling with all the dogs (that actually sounds kind of barbaric lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay, i'm done tormenting myself with all the things i want to do, time to go shower now that i feel less likely to trip over my own tummy lolol. and i need to start fighting for possession of the ipad, apparently there are a lot of super cool apps! and omg i need to buy film for my instax ]&amp;lt; there's none left rarhhhhh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7770271563798774528?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7770271563798774528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7770271563798774528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-faith-walks-on-broken-glass.html' title='your faith walks on broken glass'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2388088126415363312</id><published>2011-09-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:21:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toes crossed</title><content type='html'>what to do what to do what to do i have about 5 hours max left to prepare for econs and i haven't started i've just been sorting through the stacks and stacks of paper flying around my room and i dont know where to start oh dear T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm such a hoarder *facepalm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-2388088126415363312?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2388088126415363312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2388088126415363312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/toes-crossed.html' title='toes crossed'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-544177542338672052</id><published>2011-09-11T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T01:02:23.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of prelim prep</title><content type='html'>pvsp was super fun; it's been too long since i last played ultimate and im damn unfit and damn lost all the time but it was still awesomeeeee~ prelim prep &amp;lt;3 i can't believe we got 3rd, completely unexpected but a very&amp;nbsp;pleasant surprise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-que9sErTbdc/TmuXGoO5XjI/AAAAAAAAA94/Fu8usGKiDoU/s1600/IMG_1450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-que9sErTbdc/TmuXGoO5XjI/AAAAAAAAA94/Fu8usGKiDoU/s600/IMG_1450.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAF was really nice too, especially since i actually got to stay for sodache this year n.n jumping around with the ultimate people even though our calves were gonna fall off + screaming/singing (?) at the top of our voices + no joining of human trains phew. hahas the school dances were super hilarious, mostly making things up along the way while&amp;nbsp;surreptitiously following some other girl who seemed to know what she was doing, which i obviously didnt lol. it was fun ttm even though i only managed to get 2 passable instax shots (shall not try using my instax for night shots again unless extremely desperate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jsFC_1RkEn4/TmuXDJIqoDI/AAAAAAAAA90/AovipUxOQlQ/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jsFC_1RkEn4/TmuXDJIqoDI/AAAAAAAAA90/AovipUxOQlQ/s600/IMG_1449.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last MAF and first PvsP as a HC student; i'm really glad i went ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-544177542338672052?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/544177542338672052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/544177542338672052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-of-prelim-prep.html' title='a day of prelim prep'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-que9sErTbdc/TmuXGoO5XjI/AAAAAAAAA94/Fu8usGKiDoU/s72-c/IMG_1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6564609589617399716</id><published>2011-09-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:01:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not done yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lphts8htWh1r0jvyuo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much, but hey it's more than i've achieved on any other day. 2 topics of bio yoz, i am so going to fail prelims but oh wells... PVSP TMR WOOHOO ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6564609589617399716?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6564609589617399716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6564609589617399716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-done-yet.html' title='not done yet'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1471934344002097555</id><published>2011-09-09T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:24:40.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passed me by</title><content type='html'>WHY IS IT FRIDAY ALREADY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1471934344002097555?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1471934344002097555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1471934344002097555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/passed-me-by.html' title='passed me by'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1081523721497869543</id><published>2011-09-07T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:25:20.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn back the countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z_U0_MXqKT8" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg joey i can't stop watching the &lt;strike&gt;project glee&lt;/strike&gt; glee project (lol too much project odd) vids , hahas now i know why you're so crazy over it. that one is somehow my favourite, i can't get over the awesome old school denim and big hair thing. and samuel's look reminds me a lotttttt of mj ^^ oh and i still want to try your cakes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i FINALLY finished my first draft. i think i've been too easy on myself and letting myself drag it out so that i can avoid doing any real studying. now that it's sort of done, i need to start studying omg no time left. somehow, i seem to have achieved nothing from spending so many hours in the reading room before the holidays. why why why what was i doing... ukcat? and what else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, time to get cracking! and i feel like ive just taken a life-changing step; but i really really hope everything falls into place in the end. i hope one day i get to work with elephants. and dolphins. and whaleesssss hahas okay now im getting carried away. but i want i want; pleaseeeeeee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1081523721497869543?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1081523721497869543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1081523721497869543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/turn-back-countdown.html' title='turn back the countdown'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z_U0_MXqKT8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6897420898290567246</id><published>2011-09-04T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:26:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the holidays are here, which ironically means its time to start studying really hard. sighhhhhhhhhhh~ i hate certain cycles that wont stick to the months too, just saying :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blogger's new interface looks so much more professional, though it really reminds me of a google doc page; creepy~ and obviously i'm procrastinating because the throbbing in my uterus is really distracting :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter, i will be disciplined and do work after dinner! right :/ i think i shouldn't have ate so much ice cream at SOA, but how was i to know it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just to help me organise my thoughts... i shall do a revision plan. after dinner. food is just as good for cramping uteri as fat fluffy dogs n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was a really really random post, but oh wells i havent managed to maintain a single train of thought for very long today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, i forgot to take a pic of the keep calm and carry on book we gave daryl :( my wrapping seems to have improved cause ying thought i didn't do it myself n.n and the juniors gave us really awesome gifts, but my sis says the sketch they did made me look like an octopus -.- or an orangutan :/ actually i don't remember, just that it wasn't a very nice thing to look like lolllll~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dinner time; ta ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6897420898290567246?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6897420898290567246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6897420898290567246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-holidays-are-here-which-ironically.html' title=''/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1404338896992141385</id><published>2011-09-02T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:15:47.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iridescent</title><content type='html'>in an effort to get people to look&lt;br /&gt;into each other’s eyes more,&lt;br /&gt;the government has decided to allot&lt;br /&gt;each person exactly one hundred&lt;br /&gt;and sixty-seven words, per day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the phone rings, i put it&lt;br /&gt;to my ear without saying hello.&lt;br /&gt;in the restaurant i point&lt;br /&gt;at chicken noodle soup. i am&lt;br /&gt;adjusting well to the new way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late at night, i call my long-&lt;br /&gt;distance lover and proudly say:&lt;br /&gt;i only used fifty-nine today.&lt;br /&gt;i saved the rest for you.&lt;br /&gt;when she doesn’t respond, i know&lt;br /&gt;she’s used up all her words,&lt;br /&gt;so i slowly whisper i love you,&lt;br /&gt;thirty-two and a third times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we just sit on the line&lt;br /&gt;and listen to each other breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jeffrey McDaniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1404338896992141385?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1404338896992141385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1404338896992141385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/09/iridescent.html' title='iridescent'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7132978197032771009</id><published>2011-08-30T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:55:08.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/CRIES.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7132978197032771009?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7132978197032771009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7132978197032771009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2880067944408279061</id><published>2011-08-30T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:26:00.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i stole the stars and hid them in my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OE1yjNwqUg/TlvJfvr8GdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/HT2cH3myJ3o/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OE1yjNwqUg/TlvJfvr8GdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/HT2cH3myJ3o/s600/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646328105052936658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RC-wLN4OiU/TlvJfR3wucI/AAAAAAAAA9g/zKDbRRsunUI/s1600/IMG_0418.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RC-wLN4OiU/TlvJfR3wucI/AAAAAAAAA9g/zKDbRRsunUI/s600/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646328097049459138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBXev-HU9vY/TlvJfN43Q1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YCOCB8BCALc/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBXev-HU9vY/TlvJfN43Q1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YCOCB8BCALc/s600/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646328095980340050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg 2.5hours of assembling and fighting with industrial strength double-sided tape but its FINISHED YAYYYY! its actually much brighter but yeah, bad pictures cause my cam can't take in the dark very well. and lol, the holes in my icosahedral bacteriophage head-lookalike are cause i'm apparently more idiotic than your average idiot, cause i stuck the double-sided tape on all the wrong places and even though they gave extra strips for idiots like me, the extras still weren't enough. so yeah, i sort of improvised but everything didnt fit that well. seriously, how could those manufacturing people in china be considered "low-skilled"; freak i think assembling this took more skill than i evidently possess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but heh heh heh, i managed to assemble it with only chinese instructions to follow kay! okay fine, and pictures too but they didn't really make much sense. i'm thinking this shall be my new night light (omg i stepped on my laptop while flouncing about in the dark just now; it's still working though. okay, right, duh, i'm blogging on it -.-) and the coolest part is that it has a power cable so i don't actually have to buy batteries. teehee, what an awesome way to use electricity &amp;gt;]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh but urgh, fingers hurttttttt~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-2880067944408279061?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2880067944408279061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2880067944408279061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/id-steal-star-for-you.html' title='i stole the stars and hid them in my room'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OE1yjNwqUg/TlvJfvr8GdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/HT2cH3myJ3o/s72-c/IMG_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2896893843473468209</id><published>2011-08-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:26:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quieten your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg they annoyed the bitch out of me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've never sworn so much in my life ]&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;arghh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/DIEEE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, ukcat in about 12 hours i am very very scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still can't even finish the sections, howwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/AHHHHHH.gif" /&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/30681750-2896893843473468209?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2896893843473468209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2896893843473468209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/quieten-your-heart.html' title='quieten your heart'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7524125328715804031</id><published>2011-08-23T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:40:09.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1XyhCCw9qs/TlKDLGBnl9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fjTcrvQsZXM/s1600/_DSC5799.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1XyhCCw9qs/TlKDLGBnl9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fjTcrvQsZXM/s550/_DSC5799.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643717509667854290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgaF0njntAs/TlKDKjqIFiI/AAAAAAAAA9I/sQI6buyrCCg/s1600/_DSC5800.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgaF0njntAs/TlKDKjqIFiI/AAAAAAAAA9I/sQI6buyrCCg/s550/_DSC5800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643717500442514978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width:550px;" src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/headlesschickens.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something i chanced upon in my com;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like headless chickens indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boy did we have fun ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and all that lovely flying hair n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay very random, tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7524125328715804031?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7524125328715804031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7524125328715804031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss.html' title='i miss...'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1XyhCCw9qs/TlKDLGBnl9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fjTcrvQsZXM/s72-c/_DSC5799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-5891176897470834876</id><published>2011-08-14T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:26:41.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so complex</title><content type='html'>oh gosh ive eaten too many chocolate loveletters, my tummy hurts D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, camped at ying's house today and conquered half her table and two chairs. actually one only, since i just couldn't fit into the other one :/ we weren't that productive, a lot of distractions and too little food. now ive got this giant container of munchies staring at me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not sure why i'm blogging, but it's going to be a long and tiring week this coming 5 days (or 6, if i dont postpone my ukcat again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mustttt holdddddd onnnnnnnnn~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-5891176897470834876?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5891176897470834876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5891176897470834876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-so-complex.html' title='why so complex'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-8561192389308292834</id><published>2011-08-13T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:14:39.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the sidewalk in the pouring rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqFM3sQ46z0/TkaiQ3FK10I/AAAAAAAAA9A/w9u_MiE9YBU/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqFM3sQ46z0/TkaiQ3FK10I/AAAAAAAAA9A/w9u_MiE9YBU/s600/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640373993875363650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HOCsVzJRMM/TkaiQRDA5eI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Xq-rhcChdps/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HOCsVzJRMM/TkaiQRDA5eI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Xq-rhcChdps/s400/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640373983665776098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm i forgot what i wanted to say :S&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i realised there's a major contradiction in my life T.T i love animals, but i also love eating them. actually just cows and chickens and salmons, but still... @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8561192389308292834?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8561192389308292834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8561192389308292834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-sidewalk-in-pouring-rain.html' title='on the sidewalk in the pouring rain'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqFM3sQ46z0/TkaiQ3FK10I/AAAAAAAAA9A/w9u_MiE9YBU/s72-c/IMG_1379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7212749757190690409</id><published>2011-08-12T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:21:58.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all build our own heavens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oextk-If8HQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7212749757190690409?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7212749757190690409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7212749757190690409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-all-build-our-own-heavens.html' title='we all build our own heavens'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Oextk-If8HQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-9068798231564224279</id><published>2011-08-09T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:01:23.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sequence of fortunate events</title><content type='html'>today i realised i have terrible self-confidence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not the kind of 'stand in front of numerous people and speak' kind of self-confidence, since i did that with jo for IVP (omg terrible court shoes experience) and with ying for GEP open house and almost everyday in 08/09 even though thirteeners mostly have ADHD. oh and with the byte-ers too, who don't exactly listen to you but just stare at their screen. and smoking my way through poster presentations with zinc and jen for SMP/SSEF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see, this is me convincing myself that i can actually do it by recalling past experiences of doing so. but if anyone asked me to do anything right now i'd probably turn them down and say i'm not capable of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter what happens, i'll never think that i have the ability to do it even though i actually might. i still remember the first thing tambb said to me was "eh you can be ct rep!" in the same tone that she says "eh you must do a z-test!" and i told her no in the same way i told tanny no in sec 2 that i didn't want to be monitor because i'd probably do a bad job. the difference was that tanny insisted and convinced me to try while in hc if you say no then other ppl will gladly grab the opportunity. (not that i regret it, i don't think i would have made a good ct rep anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, the point is that i don't have much faith in myself, and hence i don't really get very competitive since i don't think i have a chance anyway. and i am terrible at selling myself. and this does not bode well for my future, oh dear. future being the not very distant one of unis and scholarships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess my life has been a really really lucky one, because one good thing has led to another. getting into GEP opened a damn lot of doors, i kid you not. and joining infocomm in taonan by chance, winning some nanyang IT comp which led to me DSA-ing into nanyang even though my chinese is as proficient as a squirrel's. and omg nanyang. because of GEP we did IVP, and jo, marshy and i got to wear the silly banana suit and present our weird pseudo curtain rod idea (basically some weird metal grill and fishing reel mashup prototype which was annoying ttm). then i did FPS with ying, queenie and nic and the reason why i am so anal today is because i've had to identify 100+ problems for god knows how many scenarios. oh and because i had to do minutes for mrs teng and she was rather umm... particular about details. and smp in sec 4 was a "zinc and jen came up to me and asked me if i wanted to do with them so i was like "sure with a smiley face"" and chem olympiad was a "since you can qualify might as well go" and infocomm exco was a senior nominations thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end, i'm lucky to have met people who apparently saw things in me that i never saw in myself. (lol i suddenly feel vaguely uncomfortable, too literal oops) and all this luck kinda carried on in JC, like for chem mrs cheng expected a lot from me because i had been in chem o (even though i failed it quite epicly, like 15/40 or sth) and even for ultimate i'd never have even considered the possibility of playing handler (not that i'm even barely decent) if jack hadn't made me do it at end of J1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is why i react so badly to expectations, because they actually push me to fulfill them/realise some potential that i somehow always seem to have, annoying. which means that i must be a natural slacker and underachiever. zzz me sloth *growls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flipside of this is that if someone doesn't know you, they won't offer you these opportunities. you have to convince them that you're worthy of if but if i don't think i deserve something, how am i going to convince you? and i just don't have that drive to do all sorts of things, freak i don't even check SMB. and if i have any more acronyms in this post i might have to start a footnote zzz pw. omg another self-fulfilling expectation but nvm, this post is too long and i want to sleep soon so i can wake up and go shopping tmr with my mummy and sis n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i have another flipside though, before i end. ok so my coin has 3 sides, doesnt that boggle your mind? teehee ;) yeah, the worst thing is that when ppl tell me i can't do something, i believe them. recall earlier epiphany about lacking confidence. right now my parents don't think i can get into vet med, and no matter how hard i tell myself not to freak out and give up, there's that little part of me (which is still quite large considering how i'm not very little to start with) that agrees with them and i foresee myself doing some general degree which i won't really mind actually since i've yet to find anything that i truly dislike. it's all just a matter of how much i enjoy sth and working with animals happens to be what i enjoy the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;point is, i am where i am purely based on luck, because if everyone in my life had told me that i was doomed i really would have just given up and gone to be a road sweeper. or if no one had pushed me then i would have just turned into a rock (that reads lots of fanfiction and random books). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is totally not a hasty conclusion or some other fallacy (ive never been good at figuring them out), because if you compare my grades from ny (where trs are like your good friends and they talk to you and encourage you) and hc (where you only see trs in classes, since rocks like me don't arrange consults), i've really been underperforming. zzz underachieving. (read: lazy) i mean, i even managed to get an A for higher chinese with my squirrel-level proficiency because chenlaoshi said i could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freak, i really am the product of other people's expectations. this really says a lot about me, or rather the lack of things to say about me, since i seem to be lacking a personality. eeks, identity crisis approaching. time to cut off this mega long muse, tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-9068798231564224279?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/9068798231564224279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/9068798231564224279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/sequence-of-fortunate-events.html' title='a sequence of fortunate events'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6204197418422957476</id><published>2011-08-06T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:01:39.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonders of the younger</title><content type='html'>i realised that the only thing i've used my youtube account for is listening to that album on repeat :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today has been another lazy day, didn't do any of the work i planned to but it's okay, at least ive signed up for ukcat and as i very determinedly told willy the other day, "it's time to start."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come on kai, discipline~~ think of how much you want it and how frightening it'll be if you don't get it. you've no other options, so you better work your butt off for the only chance you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/GAMBATEH.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to all the people who come here too, 加油！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll make it through together ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to cry and laugh on the day i get my results back;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to hug all my friends and we'll all be crying;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're going to be tears of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're going to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people talk and talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and never say a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people look at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and birds begin to sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people laugh and laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet you want to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people touch your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and music fills the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-People by Charlotte Zolotow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6204197418422957476?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/ARHH.gif" /&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/30681750-6385422331322092416?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6385422331322092416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6385422331322092416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-yakult-has-more-culture-than-me.html' title='&quot;that yakult has more culture than me&quot;'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-8367357268442603240</id><published>2011-07-30T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:52:43.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your leaving smile</title><content type='html'>okay i shall do a proper post now that my iphone is restored and i've only lost 20 days of memory/ies x_x&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday was elections for j1 exco, mm best part was the central plaza pickup and omg the lightup disc is gorgeoussssssss; whoever came up with it was a genius. we played j2s v j1s and i'm glad i got to play with the team for one last time (for now and the near future) (there's still pvsp, but i guess not everyone will be there since its so close to prelims sigh) it was so close to being a perfect night, minus some fuckup in the evening and add in you :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was a mega time wasting day, i just watched a 2.5 hour movie and i didn't understand the plot at all; i don't even know the title so dont ask. it was just people shooting each other and blowing things up and strange accents and lots of swearing. i feel guilty for not doing anything productive today; urgh the result of utter laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just this afternoon (i think :/ my sense of time is a bit messed up) i watched half a korean movie about this strange insurance agent who went all over trying to find clients who he signed up despite suspecting they were just going to kill themselves once their insurance could be cashed in. i didn't get that one either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;epic time wasting day :/ i feel so aimless, shall go lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling. if it weren't so high i'd paint the hogwarts crest on it ]&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8367357268442603240?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8367357268442603240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8367357268442603240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-leaving-smile.html' title='your leaving smile'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-5383218000736666207</id><published>2011-07-30T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:42:46.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an apple (strudel) a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width:400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83jvwybsxko/TjPC89CiPqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/TPrOQ7FZF5s/s500/restore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635061911203757730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god; i hope this works @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-5383218000736666207?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5383218000736666207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5383218000736666207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/apple-strudel-day.html' title='an apple (strudel) a day'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83jvwybsxko/TjPC89CiPqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/TPrOQ7FZF5s/s72-c/restore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4649716133479939861</id><published>2011-07-23T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:57:24.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you set me spinning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lorm6iaoe01qhw4wvo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have wayyyyyyyyyy too much trash in my room; i spent friday and today doing some cleanup but i'm such a hoarder, i can't bear to throw anything away :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't help that i have so many shoes and bags T.T what am i supposed to do? throw them away too?? D: blasphemy~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hey, at least i finally got to filing my GP pile and omg it's so thick it could almost rival my bio notes :O how depressing zzz. oh and i cleared out all of last year's newsweek and the economist that i never really read, oops :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i lost my train of thought, it wandered off somewhere into cyberspace to ogle at this really pretty bag that i want to get too but know i obviously shouldn't and technically can't afford *facepalm* omg i need retail therapy @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a frivolous post lol :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am going to give you a piece of advice, advice I wish I’d been told back in high school, in between the don’t-do-acid and don’t-drink-and-drive films. I wish our counselors had told us, “When you grow older, a dreadful, horrible sensation will come over you. It’s called loneliness, and you think you know what it is now, but you don’t. Here is the list of the symptoms, and don’t worry, loneliness is the most universal sensation on the planet. Just remember one fact; loneliness will pass. You will survive, and you will be a better human for it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Douglas Coupland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wonderful thing about photos and bluetack is that you can stick all your best memories on a wall and go to sleep each night with a smile on your face. and in the morning when your body feels too weary to get up, you only have to open your eyes to remember why you still do every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4649716133479939861?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4649716133479939861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4649716133479939861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-set-me-spinning.html' title='you set me spinning'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3963370997565058794</id><published>2011-07-20T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:09:55.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is our irrational anthem</title><content type='html'>my new personal mantra:&lt;div&gt;everything works out in the end;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it doesn't work out, it's not the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, all i need is an overdose of discipline a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meow~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3963370997565058794?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3963370997565058794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3963370997565058794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-our-irrational-anthem.html' title='this is our irrational anthem'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-985986972672153013</id><published>2011-07-18T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T23:09:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fever dreams</title><content type='html'>i guess there's a lot more to say about interjcs (apart from my earlier rather short rant) but somehow i don't think there's anything left to say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played, we won, we lost, we played some more. somehow, i don't feel particularly... much about the 3rd we got; not disappointed, not contented, nothing really. i guess in the end it's not the outcome but the journey that matters, and this is really starting to sound like one of those commonwealth essays they always make us write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, this coming from someone who was really upset at not being able to play on the day itself, shit happens. really nasty and cruel and well you get the drift. on saturday itself, i felt really cheated because interjcs was supposed to be the very climax of the 2 years in hcult and i couldn't damn do anything. even my disc played more than me, sigh. but i realised that it didn't matter. i got to play a few points and sure, it was really really fun playing the game, but all that says is that i still love ultimate (even though at that point in time it was just helping fry up my brain cells). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lincoln tried explaining it to me, about how interjcs was just one competition, and that there were many more, but i just couldn't get it. and strangely, i think i get it. it's not something i can explain. i don't feel extremely bummed, just grateful that i was there and part of that amazing experience. it's... bittersweet i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't explain it. it's the kind of feeling where you're walking along happily eating your cornetto ice cream and someone steals a chunk of it and you're all ]&amp;lt; before you realise that you've already had the 2nd best part, the top, and can still have the best part, the gooey chunk of chocolate at the end of the cone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've had 1.5 years of training with the best team ever and no fucked up fever can take that from me and there are so many better things to come so yeps, i'm a nice happy girl right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or i would, once i get over how that magical HP phase of my childhood just ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how it really was all just a dream. it felt so real, but at least i get to hold you again in my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreams are free, and i know you are too. i'll remember you, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-985986972672153013?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/985986972672153013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/985986972672153013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/fever-dreams.html' title='fever dreams'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2741809443721853753</id><published>2011-07-17T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:14:16.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this ain't working</title><content type='html'>ARGHHH WHAT TERRIBLE LUCK I HAVE A FEVER AND ITS ANNOYING THE CRAP OUT OF ME&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and freak my dad is being an asshole D&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHH WHY OH WHY YOU FUCKING FEVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU HAVE THE WORST TIMING !@#$%$%&amp;amp;##@$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-2741809443721853753?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2741809443721853753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2741809443721853753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-aint-working.html' title='this ain&apos;t working'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-5733178639380561985</id><published>2011-07-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:39:14.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta catch 'em all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/THISISIT.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-5733178639380561985?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5733178639380561985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5733178639380561985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/gotta-catch-em-all.html' title='gotta catch &apos;em all'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3320728691369612522</id><published>2011-07-14T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:15:01.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in time we'll find</title><content type='html'>sigh my thoughts are in a mess, so just a quick post to sort them out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, training made me rather... pensive and i was really disappointed with myself because interjcs are a day away and i'm still not ready for them. but in the end, ready or not i'll still be there; this led me to the thought that the rest of the team will be there too and that thought really just filled me with wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because even if we don't think we're that great a team, it doesn't change the fact that we'll all still be there on saturday. isn't that amazing? there aren't many people you could say that about. after all, look at how much our batch has shrunk and you know that the people still here will be the ones who'll be there next to you on that final deciding day. maybe i'm just blowing up the whole thing, but somehow being able to trust someone to be there when you need him/her is a fucking great feeling. we're going to play interjcs because the 20 other people in your team don't care how screwed up we are; we're not going down without a fight. if we win, good for us; if we don't, we tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow, i think we've already won a much more important fight; we didn't give up. despite all the trainings taking up precious holiday (and block-test-mugging) time, we still went for the trainings. why? i have no idea why i did, and i have even less of an idea why the rest did, but i guess its something that we just did. it's not something anyone would do. many people chose not to much earlier on. and so we've come down to our last training; wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suppose very few people will actually see this post, but i'm really thankful for the team that we have even if abilities-wise, we're not particularly spectacular. after all, at least i know that they're still around not simply because they're good at the game but because it means something to them. and the fact that they haven't given up on the rest of the team, and hopefully not given up on me, means a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess there are people in the team who think we'll win, and there are those who think we won't. but it doesn't matter because i know you'll be there on saturday and win or lose, we'll do it as a team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's really fucking amazing, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3320728691369612522?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3320728691369612522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3320728691369612522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-time-well-find.html' title='in time we&apos;ll find'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1604325393332047116</id><published>2011-07-14T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:17:06.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still feel your absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pXu8slfJK0w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stupid i&amp;amp;i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my hand hurts like a bitch on fire;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's that time of year again where i miss you oh so terribly :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1604325393332047116?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1604325393332047116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1604325393332047116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-feel-your-absence.html' title='still feel your absence'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pXu8slfJK0w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6709590216675757310</id><published>2011-07-07T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:22:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that feeling of almost remembering</title><content type='html'>omg my mouth finally feels normal again; wtf  blood oranges are gross, the damn thing killed all my taste buds and my tongue felt like this limp piece of dead meat. urgh, gross image. grosser feeling ]&amp;lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, i realised all meat is dead. oh wait, not true, some meat is eaten live... i think :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the class got lectured like crazy by ms sun during bio tutorial today, i feel guilty ttm even though i actually tried to study but she made all of us sound so doomed and hopeless and it was all together very depressing. i dread to get my paper back after she mercilessly tore apart all the stupid answers we gave. T.T i predict another fail for bio. SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and omg, i found a dead... chrysalis-like thing on my wall; it was empty o_o which means some thing crawled along my wall until it found a nice spot above my MJ poster, made its little pupa, did some transforming and flew off; all this without me knowing @@ im creeped out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... sigh i'm in a hazy state of mind right now, keep wanting to start on something but then the thought slips away and im back in semi-comatose mode ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6709590216675757310?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6709590216675757310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6709590216675757310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-feeling-of-almost-remembering.html' title='that feeling of almost remembering'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-2185432152280064402</id><published>2011-07-06T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:07:29.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the storms of life to live and love</title><content type='html'>YESSSSS IT'S OVERRRRRR~~&lt;div&gt;and i got back math already, why must mrs tam be so efficient T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 fail, 4 more to go sighhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INTERJCS COMING SOON OHMAGAWD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to do conditioning D&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx298/myhalfbloodprince/DOCONDITIONING.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-2185432152280064402?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2185432152280064402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/2185432152280064402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/storms-of-life-to-live-and-love.html' title='the storms of life to live and love'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4509345430874040947</id><published>2011-07-05T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:25:56.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perform three papers to ensure reproducible misery</title><content type='html'>WTHWTHWTHWTHOMGPLANNINGSUCKS&lt;div&gt;D&amp;lt; D&amp;lt; D&amp;lt; D&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*UNCONTROLLED PROLIFERATION OF EPIC GRUMPY FACE*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, i want to blow things up right now, preferably with very loud bangs and violent flying projectiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, blowing up marshmallows in the microwave would be nice; actually that's kind of unrelated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT TO READ FANFIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGHHHHH OKAY I AM PROCRASTINATING, ASDF D&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4509345430874040947?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4509345430874040947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4509345430874040947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/perform-three-papers-to-ensure.html' title='perform three papers to ensure reproducible misery'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4083693081198522163</id><published>2011-07-04T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:54:42.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and dances with the daffodils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MD4fH_Y1BzA/ThHT3sIFQLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/aPEGYTpk3Ik/s1600/three.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MD4fH_Y1BzA/ThHT3sIFQLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/aPEGYTpk3Ik/s400/three.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625510363253784754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BScbG9XwDYY/ThHT1vhH5-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/goSQiMhjPjg/s1600/banana.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BScbG9XwDYY/ThHT1vhH5-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/goSQiMhjPjg/s400/banana.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625510329804384226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-se3OTxGjTUk/ThHSRDsf-jI/AAAAAAAAA6c/bv2jjDM-BK8/s1600/beef.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-se3OTxGjTUk/ThHSRDsf-jI/AAAAAAAAA6c/bv2jjDM-BK8/s400/beef.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625508600054020658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1SBO6iJ3lo/ThHSPZooeeI/AAAAAAAAA6U/8nSmkRDdNq4/s1600/apple.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1SBO6iJ3lo/ThHSPZooeeI/AAAAAAAAA6U/8nSmkRDdNq4/s400/apple.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625508571583642082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i am so full;&lt;div&gt;and freaking sleepy;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So you think that you’re a failure, do you? Well, you probably are. What’s wrong with that? In the first place, if you’ve any sense at all you must have learned by now that we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. Go ahead and fail. But fail with wit, fail with grace, fail with style. A mediocre failure is as insufferable as a mediocre success. Embrace failure! Seek it out. Learn to love it. That may be the only way any of us will ever be free."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tom Robbins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4083693081198522163?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4083693081198522163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4083693081198522163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-dances-with-daffodils.html' title='and dances with the daffodils'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MD4fH_Y1BzA/ThHT3sIFQLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/aPEGYTpk3Ik/s72-c/three.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4767652266738566238</id><published>2011-07-03T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:10:18.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have attained equilibrium</title><content type='html'>mm today was a mucho zen day, woke up and spent time gazing &lt;s&gt;sleepily&lt;/s&gt; serenely at the fish pond and splashing water to scare all the koi away. feeding them was disturbing, they look so much like old men with their mouth wide open @@&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and who knew bug zapping was so destressing; there's something that satisfies my inner sadist when i see the continuous flashes of light and hear the loud twanging sound every time a whole bunch of mosquitoes get fried. there was seriously this burnt smell in the air afterwards. bzwanggggggg; revenge mwahaha n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i've happily volunteered to be my auntie's new (and only) guinea pig for her to practice her new found skills; ahhh~~ (she's learning aromatherapy btw, i'm glad her computer course is over cause that was a hard one to help her with @@)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i'm off to zen; today i am omnomnomagon no more, i am ommmmmmmmmm~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i shouldn't have eaten half a tub of b&amp;amp;j just now, i really am too... squishy. but it was too good not to, and i got to eat from the tub n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like reading fanfic, it's been too long since i last swooned and raved over my favourite potions master :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4767652266738566238?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4767652266738566238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4767652266738566238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-attained-equilibrium.html' title='i have attained equilibrium'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-8437891128774528951</id><published>2011-07-02T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:50:59.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me a rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the week that just went pass was absolutely crazy; test after test after test and so much last minute panicking and staying up to study after procrastinating too much together with only 3 measly hours of sleep a day for 4 nights. no wonder i got cranky. urgh, and there's still 4 more papers dammit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yesterday was good, after the chemistry paper ying, jen and i went to jen's house to make crepes and they were super awesome. made one each with ice cream then shared one super amazing mushroom crepe with scrambled eggs and tomatoes and lots of cheeeeeeeeese (L) it was total omnomnom bliss n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1rXhgHRXI8/Tg89w4L9j8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/RA1EGACHAqs/s1600/mushrooms.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1rXhgHRXI8/Tg89w4L9j8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/RA1EGACHAqs/s400/mushrooms.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624782369534611394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-em7UOUeU2K0/Tg89vTh4XbI/AAAAAAAAA58/KorPp3pKy_Q/s1600/icecream.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-em7UOUeU2K0/Tg89vTh4XbI/AAAAAAAAA58/KorPp3pKy_Q/s400/icecream.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624782342514564530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bEh4IQxE6E/Tg89uGyG1JI/AAAAAAAAA50/tmv3kgs3xmI/s1600/cheese.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bEh4IQxE6E/Tg89uGyG1JI/AAAAAAAAA50/tmv3kgs3xmI/s400/cheese.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624782321913091218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q02Mt04uTpw/Tg88XdGSRzI/AAAAAAAAA5s/01cW95M-34w/s1600/almost%2Bdone.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q02Mt04uTpw/Tg88XdGSRzI/AAAAAAAAA5s/01cW95M-34w/s400/almost%2Bdone.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624780833254688562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBQ6DeRi7Us/Tg88VidTJJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/MUMX37s2Tqo/s1600/tomatoes.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBQ6DeRi7Us/Tg88VidTJJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/MUMX37s2Tqo/s400/tomatoes.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624780800333653138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36Nb0Xg_mRs/Tg88UAWAsnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/10Pr64FjVlw/s1600/perfectcrepe.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36Nb0Xg_mRs/Tg88UAWAsnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/10Pr64FjVlw/s400/perfectcrepe.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624780773996409458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome, yeah? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg and i had some pretty amazing bubbletea today :O but their only branch is so far away, what to do :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8437891128774528951?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8437891128774528951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8437891128774528951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/07/make-me-rainbow.html' title='make me a rainbow'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1rXhgHRXI8/Tg89w4L9j8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/RA1EGACHAqs/s72-c/mushrooms.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4590457887376872912</id><published>2011-06-27T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:23:54.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FMB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMGIAFSFB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(omg i am freaking screwed for blocks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol im a little too off balanced to blog now but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;must start on econs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RARHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*GORILLA ROARS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4590457887376872912?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4590457887376872912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4590457887376872912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/fmb.html' title='FMB'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7198121864768757463</id><published>2011-06-26T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:05:07.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;" &gt;KAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;" &gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i dunno how to increase font size &amp;gt;&amp;lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7198121864768757463?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7198121864768757463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7198121864768757463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-kai-i-dunno-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4472179250953664472</id><published>2011-06-21T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:36:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming in a fish bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;give up, or keep trying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is rather late but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU DAWN AND QIANWEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i can't stop staring at my henna;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want more;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think i'm one of those people who have an irrational obsession with body art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been some time since my thoughts were so dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4472179250953664472?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4472179250953664472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4472179250953664472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/swimming-in-fish-bowl.html' title='swimming in a fish bowl'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-5008432211823178101</id><published>2011-06-19T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:42:54.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASDFGHJKL;</title><content type='html'>holybananacrepe, it's the last week of holidays. NO NO NO NO AHHH I AM IN COMPLETE DENIAL *plunges head in very deep hole*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, yummmm eachacup oreo crush w mini pearls n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-5008432211823178101?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5008432211823178101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5008432211823178101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/asdfghjkl.html' title='ASDFGHJKL;'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4569992537783614843</id><published>2011-06-16T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:23:14.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once, twice or thrice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NFSglkf-xA/TfopgQd24qI/AAAAAAAAA48/O_tAyFFSnsU/s1600/IMG_1051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NFSglkf-xA/TfopgQd24qI/AAAAAAAAA48/O_tAyFFSnsU/s400/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849119250866850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wao, today was eventful; and since i figured i'd have to email zinc photos of tuition hw, i finally connected my phone and there will actually be photos this post! :O (but i'm still too lazy to update my phone's ipod playlist ._.)&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i overslept &amp;gt;5 phone alarms, 2 wakeup calls and 2 semi-conscious conversations with my auntie and rushed out of the house thinking i'd be late. didn't mail PROJECT-ODD parcels (oops) and ended up a little late but very early (compared to the rest, ahem) and wandered around NEX with yp and dom until people arrived and eventually we had lunch at mad jack and the timing was super good we sat carol down and then sang the happybdaysong with the cake nicely lit up and ready. omnomnom-ed and spammed coloured instax omg so pretty n.n &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lookie, a photo of a photo of a photo! hahas dawn's "ahh so awkward~!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ln5VZt6ZQU/TfophNZLqHI/AAAAAAAAA5M/a-h8Bs9CCdA/s1600/IMG_1012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ln5VZt6ZQU/TfophNZLqHI/AAAAAAAAA5M/a-h8Bs9CCdA/s400/IMG_1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849135605819506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAZODd3JGOY/Tfopf__p3YI/AAAAAAAAA40/HaB_8mOeda8/s400/IMG_1049.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849114829217154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then hopped down to somerset and met 鸡蛋 and then spent some time being shutter happy and other stuff :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOEztOXVq04/TformXwSNzI/AAAAAAAAA5U/layX-KyHaFQ/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618851423309674290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner was super dupa early with the best friends ying zinc joey jen at tcc with ice cream as dessert from cold stone (oreo overload is amazinggg~~) and ying and zinc harmonized a bday song for me (:O) hahas thanks guys for the great night and oreo cake! (L) so glad to finally see zinc and joey, last saw them before they all flew off and came back with lovely souvenirs/presents teehee. it was nice even though jen called me a lousy blow-er :( it was a very defiant candle meh, and even with all the rainbow runs we've been doing during training i think 18 candles are still too much for me; it's a sign i'm not ready to be an adult :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsMVT81luDw/TfopgiOOmUI/AAAAAAAAA5E/n0ApwgICUKc/s400/IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849124017150274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes omg joey the pikachu is damn cute and makes super cute sounds (pi. pi. pi. ka. chu. pi-ka-chu! omgggggg *pokes repeatedly in awe*) ahhh it's so cute i need to record it so that i can make it my sms alert tone, the stupid iphone one is annoying cause 99.9% of the people on the mrt use it and when it beeps i have no idea if it's my phone or not -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i must go test out the pacman mug zinc and ying got me, i can make the hot chocolate thingy they gave us for bike hike n.n (i guess it should work even though it's not coffee/tea since ying tried it out with hot water and it worked).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheee okay i'm in a nice happy state now *zens* (oo hopefully joey can get that berkeley disc :O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh, zinc found her tuition hw :/ now for me to conveniently forget about mine n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and omg my right wrist feels sore, how to trainnnnnn T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4569992537783614843?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4569992537783614843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4569992537783614843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/once-twice-or-thrice.html' title='once, twice or thrice'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NFSglkf-xA/TfopgQd24qI/AAAAAAAAA48/O_tAyFFSnsU/s72-c/IMG_1051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4026743056958885543</id><published>2011-06-11T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:56:26.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even if the world ends</title><content type='html'>today was a couch potato day; lazed about in front of the tv from about 2.30pm to 10pm with the exception of showering time and the long arduous journey up the stairs to my room. aching too much and impossibly tired from the consecutive friendlies. urgh just thinking of the RJ team A game makes me want to shrivel up and die, just spent the whole time getting burned T.T wasn't much better today for the NP game, omg my fumbles and screwups @@ i had a complete mental block today, couldnt handle at all under pressure/in a zone ahhh i'm disappointed with myself ]&amp;lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rarh, i think i shall continue bumming about on the floor since i can't get internet from my table and 老牛吃嫩草 was quite good for a singaporean(?) production and appleseed is just weirdddddd even though the closet romantic in me kept going awwww and *sniff sniff* at all the sweet parts. omg some scenes in 老牛吃嫩草 reminded me of times that were less stressful and much more carefree. i miss being j1 :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i officially only have 2 weeks left of being 17 D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh oh and omg i can't stop staring at my instax in amazement @@ teehee, i guess a mini50s/pianoblack makes quite a good 18th birthday present to myself, rarh can't wait to start using it fulltime and then i can really get to plastering my wall with random shots and have them rain down on me on super windy nights. ooo and i've got big plans for my wall, hopefully the wall decals i ordered will arrive soon in a nice little tube and my wall wont look so empty and the random things i scrawl on it will stop freaking out my auntie/mum. wheeeee~ so much empty canvas to work with n.n man, now i really wish i had signed up for that graffiti workshop with jo :( blank empty walls... oh wells at least they're not yellow. and this is so random and my tail bone hurts from sitting on the floor. aches~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4026743056958885543?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4026743056958885543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4026743056958885543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/even-if-world-ends.html' title='even if the world ends'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-9000877917189327116</id><published>2011-06-09T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:15:40.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rxstpxct</title><content type='html'>"So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt;. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something &lt;i&gt;despite&lt;/i&gt;. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect."&lt;div&gt;-The Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was: o.o + T.T + &amp;gt;&amp;lt; + :S + :) + :D + :/ + D&amp;lt; + :( + :| + :O + :) + T.T + ._. + x_x in more or less that order. let's just say it's been a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-9000877917189327116?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/9000877917189327116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/9000877917189327116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/rxstpxct.html' title='rxstpxct'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-790497726963626230</id><published>2011-06-07T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:46:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUNK + FUNK</title><content type='html'>erps my attempt to make something edible failed completely today and now i feel like i've ingested too much egg and flour and arhhh i need to start studying omg like almost half the holiday is over and blah i just lied through my teeth when my mum asked if i was studying now AHHHH THIS IS BAD I'M SO GOING TO FAIL BT2 BUT HOWWWWWW. my brain has gone into permanent hibernation or maybe i just lost enough braincells to the point where studying is just beyond me already; though i seriously do feel more stupid these days, SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was talking to dawn and holysheep i'm so domesticated these days @@ the idea of pursuing vetmed is suddenly... not as important as it ever was. i mean if you ask me about it, the whole spark and sincerity is still there but sometimes you can really feel for something but that doesn't mean much else. and omg the point is i was telling dawn that i'm most likely going to just stay in singapore and do a very ordinary degree or whatever happens to be there or something like that. i have no ambition :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, I AM OFF TO SHOWER AND PACK PARCELS AND MAYBE STUDY A TEENY WEENY BIT IF I DONT FALL ASLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAI MUST SLACK NO MORE RARH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is a super random post i haven't done one like this in awhile teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gosh holidays have really just been spent training and travelling around singapore; i want to travel out of it!!!!!!!!!!! i wanna get lost somewhere :( and i need to put batteries in my super old school alarm clock so it can glare at me while i piteously try to study T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is this post so random? i must have eaten too much icing sugar *facepalm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-790497726963626230?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/790497726963626230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/790497726963626230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/gunk-funk.html' title='GUNK + FUNK'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1863321464912301808</id><published>2011-06-04T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:57:43.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/6 = infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"“A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other... Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dave Matthews Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHANGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, 1/4 of the holidays are over. i'm scared at how time flies and no matter how desperately i try to grab on to every precious second it just slips right through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe ambitions are a waste of time; if you only set your sights on the long term goal you forget to treasure each and every day that will never happen again. it's just another case of whether the ends justify the means. i can't imagine studying for another 6 years after JC. do i want it enough? what do i want more? the idea of going from student to full independent adult is absolutely frightening, but i'm sick of studying already. gosh, and i'm not even 18 yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, 'Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all that I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He turned his head to his shoulder as if the bird were there now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is today the day I die?" he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, sometimes we ask each other what we'd do if the world ends in 2012. and the answers are never what we're doing now. why do we continue doing these things then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we live in a society, don't we? this is civilization, we rely on others for things we need and if we want something from them we'll have to give something in return. we can't break out and do whatever we really want to because simply put, there's no free meal in the world. in the end, it's still all about the price tags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not making much sense :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess what i'm saying is that i hate that we can't live from day to day, we have to plan for the future but yet you never really know if you'll have a future to plan for. i always get scolded for being such a 先甜后苦 kind of person because if i can do what i want now then i'll do it. why suffer today and every day after that with the promise that one day you'll stop torturing yourself? i want to live my life, but it takes more than just courage to throw yourself headfirst into the unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1863321464912301808?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1863321464912301808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1863321464912301808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/06/36-infinity.html' title='3/6 = infinity'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-5283751278843250750</id><published>2011-05-29T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:43:24.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>連隔壁鄰居都猜到我現在的感受</title><content type='html'>omg bike hike was crazy; fun, tiring and my hands still feel raw from gripping the handlebars for so long. and omg thigh burns; acheeees and i'm rather incoherent. i should be asleep still. but duty calls; back to doing inventory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-5283751278843250750?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5283751278843250750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5283751278843250750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='連隔壁鄰居都猜到我現在的感受'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-8652462399994865722</id><published>2011-05-25T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T03:16:39.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till the world ends</title><content type='html'>somehow i wonder if i'm wasting my JC life. i see so many people trying new things, taking advantage of opportunities, stepping up, working hard, etc etc and i wonder, at the end of my 2 years what would i have accomplished? and not in terms of a portfolio, since portfolios are meant to prove your worth to others, but how can i justify to myself that i haven't wasted 728 precious days of my life :/ what memories and experiences would i have collected? what would i have changed? how would i have changed? for better or worse? so many questions, and i'm too afraid to look deeply enough to find the answers because i know i won't like them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not the fact that time is being wasted that bugs me, because i'll always be doing that, but rather the fact that i'm only going to be in HC for two years and most of it is over. i can never do it again. i can never be J1 again. i can never be j2 again. will i remember JC as a repetitive cycle of mondaytuesdaywednesdaythursdayfridays with nothing more significant than lectures, tutorials and trainings interjected with random school events? right now thats more or less what it is; i trudge through weekdays, look forward to weekends, drift through weekends in a funk, bemoan the start of the week, rinse and repeat. rather pathetic, i'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i don't want JC to just be period of my life, i want it to be memorable. i want it to be something i'll look back on and miss so terribly that my eyes will tear up and yet i'd still be smiling because it was so beautiful and we were all so young and alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-8652462399994865722?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8652462399994865722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/8652462399994865722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/05/till-world-ends.html' title='till the world ends'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-6741517904065372514</id><published>2011-05-11T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T23:27:15.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="367" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CY6A5arNCQQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Bob Marley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-6741517904065372514?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6741517904065372514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/6741517904065372514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-years.html' title='30 years'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CY6A5arNCQQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1193354153761127077</id><published>2011-05-10T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:45:11.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>violent moment</title><content type='html'>ahhh this calls for drastic actions;&lt;div&gt;ok gotta get everything back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline discipline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1193354153761127077?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1193354153761127077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1193354153761127077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/05/violent-moment.html' title='violent moment'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1342649870898791780</id><published>2011-05-09T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:26:04.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autonomy</title><content type='html'>tired tired tired; and desperately in need of distraction. have not done any of my tutorials/assorted homework nor studied for econs. how did my weekend go by so fast?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, because i was thinking about jersey numbers and am such a HP junkie, i went to google arithmancy and this really interesting thing turned up. so just to kill time, i quote...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The most basic form of arithmancy is used with the names of people you want more information about. First, you must convert the name into a number. Each letter of the alphabet corresponds to a number, as shown in this chart:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;J&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;K&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Q&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;R&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;U&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;X&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Z&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next, you "reduce" your number by adding your numbers together until all you are left with is one digit. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When working with someone's name, you can calculate three different numbers for them. The first, called the "Character Number", can be used to find out the general personality type of the person, and is derived by using all the letters of the name, as we did above.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The second number you can calculate for someone is their "Heart Number". This represents the individual's inner life and can indicate desires and fears hidden from others. You calculate it as we did above, but using only the vowels contained in their name. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The final number you can calculate for someone is their "Social Number" and is calculated using only the consonants of the name. The Social Number represents the outer personality, the face an individual shows to the outside world."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make things easier, here's the link for the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.beyondhogwarts.com/cgi-bin/amancalc.cgi?name="&gt;calculator to get your three numbers&lt;/a&gt; and then the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.beyondhogwarts.com/amanchart.html"&gt;chart that explains what those numbers supposedly mean&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my results were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Character: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social: 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is... scary. after all, wouldn't you be scared if you could "be the pinnacle of success or the depths of failure". i know which way i'm heading towards right now, sighhhhhh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, more at: &lt;a href="http://www.beyondhogwarts.com/harry-potter/articles/an-introduction-to-arithmancy.html"&gt;http://www.beyondhogwarts.com/harry-potter/articles/an-introduction-to-arithmancy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am now done killing time; hungry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think I’m afraid to be happy because whenever I get too happy, something bad always happens."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Charlie Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that rather applies to me, except the cause and effect link is a little different. imminent sadness usually induces a sudden and unexpected high in me before i go crashing down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1342649870898791780?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1342649870898791780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1342649870898791780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/05/autonomy.html' title='autonomy'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-4308294059239514824</id><published>2011-05-05T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:13:57.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget your fear of falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jim Morrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to write more, but i guess now isn't the time; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hang in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-4308294059239514824?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4308294059239514824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/4308294059239514824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/05/forget-your-fear-of-falling.html' title='forget your fear of falling'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-3125930965480937812</id><published>2011-05-03T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:41:20.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now now now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ1jwgxuTiw/TcAiBka4CrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5RIw6Fg2cf8/s1600/tumblr_lk6sxbhpAn1qhkvw3o1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ1jwgxuTiw/TcAiBka4CrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5RIw6Fg2cf8/s400/tumblr_lk6sxbhpAn1qhkvw3o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602515346800511666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have this strange desire to fall into a giant puddle and lie there staring at the sky as big fat raindrops splatter all over me; maybe it'll rain during training tmr :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-3125930965480937812?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3125930965480937812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/3125930965480937812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-now-now.html' title='now now now'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ1jwgxuTiw/TcAiBka4CrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5RIw6Fg2cf8/s72-c/tumblr_lk6sxbhpAn1qhkvw3o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-1059854945322496208</id><published>2011-04-30T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:22:48.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello i am</title><content type='html'>"Few of us get to know and understand the moment when our childhood ends and out adulhood begins. In childhood, all our feelings are simple and easy. Nothing is really very complicated. We want this; we can’t have that. We love this person; we don’t love or even like that one. We’re excused from responsibilities or agree to our little chores. Our decisions are about things so trivial that later on, it makes us laugh at how much weight and importance we put on them. There is, after all, no greater dispensation, no excusing and forgiving coming from anything as much as from our youth. We are protected by the simple phrase, too young to know or appreciate the full extent of her actions."&lt;br /&gt;-Secrets in the Attic by V.C. Andrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy.&lt;br /&gt;But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And the context is everything.&lt;br /&gt;The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else."&lt;br /&gt;-Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story by Chuck Klosterman&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many books i want to read but there's no time to :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighhhhh eye hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-1059854945322496208?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1059854945322496208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/1059854945322496208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-i-am.html' title='hello i am'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-7794608480915895378</id><published>2011-04-25T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:59:44.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>macaroni</title><content type='html'>"You've got nothing to lose. Many people don't allow themselves to love, precisely because of that, because there are a lot of things at risk, a lot of future and a lot of past. In your case, there is only the present."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Veronika decides to die by Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the present's really all we've got; we can't bring the past back or push the future forward, so in the end we can only do things while we're in the here and now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-7794608480915895378?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7794608480915895378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/7794608480915895378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/04/macaroni.html' title='macaroni'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681750.post-5599635194738532817</id><published>2011-04-22T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:11:20.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c'est la vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alice: That’s the most stupid expression in the world. ‘I fell in love’ - as if you had no choice. There’s a moment, there’s always a moment; I can do this, I can give in to this or I can resist it. I don’t know when your moment was but I bet there was one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna: Yes, there was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice: You didn’t fall in love, you gave in to temptation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Closer by Patrick Marber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zedka: Do you remember the first question I ever asked you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veronika: Yes, you asked me if i knew what being mad meant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zedka: Exactly. This time I'm not going to tell you a story. Madness is the inability to communicate your ideas. It's as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that's going on around you, but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don't understand the language they speak there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veronika: We've all felt that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zedka: And all of us, one way or another, are mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Veronika decides to die by Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She hated the love she had been given, because it had asked for nothing in return, which was absurd, unreal, against the laws of nature. That love asking for nothing in return had managed to fill her with guilt, with a desire to fulfil another's expectations, even if that meant giving up everything she had dreamed of for herself. It was a love that for years had tried to hide from her the difficulties and the corruption that existed in the world, ignoring the fact that, one day, she would have to find this out, and would then be defenceless against them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Veronika decides to die by Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like dog-earing so many pages in this book just so that i can go back to my favourite paragraphs and read them over and over again but i somehow can't bear to deface my book like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i really feel like changing this ghastly blogskin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30681750-5599635194738532817?l=falling-from-below.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5599635194738532817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681750/posts/default/5599635194738532817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2011/04/cest-la-vie.html' title='c&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>duhmynameiskailin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08030343452209175085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Y1IrlTFmZo/SgLxJnSUUsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yeIc-nU3iVs/S220/P06-01-09_07.18%5B01%5D+edited.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
