<?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-22832606</id><updated>2011-11-06T09:38:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>follow your heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rachel (:</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>336</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8897598342544076666</id><published>2009-03-16T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:20:10.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;有没有那麽一个世界&lt;br /&gt;永远不天黑&lt;br /&gt;星星太阳万物都&lt;br /&gt;听我的指挥&lt;br /&gt;月亮不忙着圆缺&lt;br /&gt;春天不走远&lt;br /&gt;树梢紧紧拥抱着树叶&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imagery is fantastic. I love their lyrics in their new album...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8897598342544076666?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8897598342544076666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8897598342544076666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8897598342544076666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8897598342544076666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagery-is-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3096609987016947935</id><published>2009-03-10T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:41:36.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's stuck in my head ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3096609987016947935?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3096609987016947935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3096609987016947935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3096609987016947935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3096609987016947935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-stuck-in-my-head-hes-reason-for.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2967264202256849700</id><published>2009-03-08T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:43:09.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, I feel so disappointed to learn that some people whom I used to look up to are actually just not that worthy. And, oh the politics, spare me. Delving deeper and deeper into the hp fandom just disillusions me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called growing up eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ Just added this girl I used to have stupid posting wars with over at ukhp on lj. omg. I can't believe this. Is this a part of growing up too? I feel like crying at the sheer wonderment of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, the controversy over mugglecast's response to criticisms about their s. meyer interview? Oh please, stop the whining, welcome to the world of h/hr shippers where no one ever listens to you because, "jkr said so and it's her books!". Seriously. You can't have it both ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2967264202256849700?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2967264202256849700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2967264202256849700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2967264202256849700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2967264202256849700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha-i-feel-so-disappointed-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5643218218450052678</id><published>2009-03-08T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:49:50.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Making other people suffer through your second-hand smoke is like making someone use ethidium bromide without wearing gloves. In case you didn't get the message, PLEASE STOP SMOKING OUT OF YOUR WINDOW - CLOSE THE WINDOW AND KILL YOURSELF ALL YOU WANT TO MY ETERNAL GRATITUDE. Seriously. I'll buy you stop smoking therapy sessions. If I haven't died from inhaling the second hand smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other unrelated, (OR NOT) health issues, head hurts, I think it's from when I got whacked by a frisbee, although it wasn't even that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired I don't feel like doing anything (school-related). Plus, hope I don't have to do 5 items tomorrow because I'm aching all over. Like all over, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel quite happy though, I think it's the after effects of the endorphins. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Ms Liew, I don't like saying goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5643218218450052678?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5643218218450052678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5643218218450052678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5643218218450052678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5643218218450052678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/head-hurts-i-think-its-from-when-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6453605933409010861</id><published>2009-03-07T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:35:00.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3321"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/timeofday_quiz/315.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are the moment when the last bell rings and school lets out for the day. You are resistant to schedules and obligations, so you love feeling like you're in control of your life again. You are the very moment when the second hand hits the 12, and the halls fill with noise and motion. Even if your after-school time is packed with activities, lessons, or a job, somehow, you just feel freer in the late afternoon than you do earlier in the day. Maybe it's all that blue sky and afternoon sunshine? Nah -- even on rainy days, 3:15 is always a beautiful time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say more, except that I'm sick and tired of... no really, sick and tired. My right quad seizes up every time I sit down and I have nice bruises all over my legs. And... I'm sick and tired. (Oops, have I mentioned that already?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6453605933409010861?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6453605933409010861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6453605933409010861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6453605933409010861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6453605933409010861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3557106112651425014</id><published>2009-03-05T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:09:18.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could see more of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to stop thinking about you every time someone mentions the subject, or I see someone who looks like you, or I read a book on the subject or... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I feel so utterly touched that you're the only one who bothered to try to help when I asked. And I feel taken aback that I ever doubted that someone was there who would always be there. Except that sometimes I feel scared of asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more things change, the more they stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I wish I could know that things will work out in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3557106112651425014?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3557106112651425014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3557106112651425014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3557106112651425014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3557106112651425014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-i-could-see-more-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-28891245532446715</id><published>2009-03-05T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:56:07.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to understand what that meant. But now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio spa scares me. A levels scare me. Or is it really true that all I have to fear is fear itself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-28891245532446715?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/28891245532446715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=28891245532446715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/28891245532446715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/28891245532446715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4894238668846043</id><published>2009-03-03T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:25:51.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise that for me forming a habit seems to take shorter than 21 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wasn't meant to be. But it seemed so right. To me, at least. Is that enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know it just occurred to me that Eclipse is a lot like Draco Dormiens. The last part of it at least. Again, does Stephanie Meyers read hp fanfic??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4894238668846043?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4894238668846043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4894238668846043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4894238668846043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4894238668846043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-realise-that-for-me-forming-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4143092464053161521</id><published>2009-03-02T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:34:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems that the habit thing is going well... I felt an urge to do hw tonight (and did do my chem tutorial). Which is seriously rare for me. And it's only been how many days? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, about the phantom limb syndrome, I somehow read somewhere that you need 21 days (with therapy?) to be completely rid of it. I guess that's just how long the human brain needs to be rewired. Which should make me extremely nervous &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, press on xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4143092464053161521?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4143092464053161521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4143092464053161521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4143092464053161521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4143092464053161521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/seems-that-habit-thing-is-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3524719341509839083</id><published>2009-03-01T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:20:13.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is the plot device of someone jumping off a cliff to swim being mistaken for committing suicide very common? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's in the Twilight series, and in a Harry Potter fanfic I just read. lol. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And living marble?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3524719341509839083?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3524719341509839083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3524719341509839083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3524719341509839083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3524719341509839083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-plot-device-of-someone-jumping-off.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8656608451000508216</id><published>2009-02-27T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:23:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just won the most exciting 6 hearts game of my life xD I swear I feel lightheaded. Although that's probably just the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 points between us with 2 missing kings. Haha. The only reason I bid it was because my partner would be playing. And then of course I discovered I was playing it when the opponent to my left led a card. How expected eh. Murphy's law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least both the kings were onside and the trump break was merciful (: Think I would have just made a great leap out of the window otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed uno thing was almost too exciting too haha. Although exceedingly laughter inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ I just realised... the viwawa game interface looks suspiciously like the xbox interface for Uno. Or that's what I think it is anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8656608451000508216?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8656608451000508216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8656608451000508216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8656608451000508216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8656608451000508216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-won-most-exciting-6-hearts-game-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4263619455456296288</id><published>2009-02-26T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:19:51.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"... in his attempt to make the rest of us conform to his personal views, Mr Lim is no better than those he seeks to censure."&lt;br /&gt;- Esther Fang, published in Today, Voices section, Feb 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when is it acceptable to force ppl to conform to standards of behaviour? I'm sure no one would argue that behaviours which harm others should be restricted. However, should  we force people to conform to values? Even values that the majority of society hold?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4263619455456296288?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4263619455456296288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4263619455456296288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4263619455456296288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4263619455456296288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5246922581212938959</id><published>2009-02-23T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:43:05.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Cassandra Claire thing is very eye-opening to read about. So many things you take for granted. I have to admit it didn't occur to me that her quotes weren't original. Hello, when you post a piece of your writing, it's assumed that it's original unless otherwise stated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty by omission. Not saying that you copied (copied, mind you) passages from a book is tantamount to tacitly accepting that it's your own work. Especially in the fandom world where the whole idea is to use YOUR OWN words/ideas while building on a pre-existing framework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, I loved those stories. Now they're all spoilt for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi knowledge, goodbye ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG wait. Fiction Alley was H/Hr??? Haha. I am intrigued. I thought it was R/Hr all along. Though things probably changed by the time I arrived on the scene? Except that... really. So why the discrimination against H/Hr fics? More importantly, &lt;i&gt;where did I even hear that it was r/hr in the first place???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic win. I can't believe it. FA was... omg. I is horrified. Ahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5246922581212938959?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5246922581212938959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5246922581212938959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5246922581212938959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5246922581212938959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/cassandra-claire-thing-is-very-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6809269827659731668</id><published>2009-02-23T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:27:34.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I do hw every day for the next 21 days, it'll become a habit. :D Hopefully. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, I can't think to formulate my thoughts and write them down. Good luck to you when reading my compre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ sometimes I feel like crying when I think about how long/hard my mum works because of us. And then she comes home and helps me do stupid things like search for lost files and ask about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what life will be like in the future. I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6809269827659731668?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6809269827659731668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6809269827659731668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6809269827659731668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6809269827659731668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-do-hw-every-day-for-next-21-days.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4445682017079265120</id><published>2009-02-18T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:21:04.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh I would so love to transcribe the first few minutes of the podcast when all they're doing is reading out the ads omg. lol. That would be heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, sleepy and the high quality version's not downloading and I can't make out what they're saying because they're all talking over each other &gt;&lt; Please guys, interrupting others is not just bad manners, it kills your poor transcribers too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, don't mind me, it's probably the low sugar levels. ACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4445682017079265120?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4445682017079265120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4445682017079265120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4445682017079265120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4445682017079265120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh-i-would-so-love-to-transcribe.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3495916269720540712</id><published>2009-02-17T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:21:58.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I thought today was a bad day. Until my dear friend spent the whole of chem block crying while I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for the repetition, but I find it so freaking ironic that you don't bother to put my stuff back nicely after you mess them up but delight in criticising me for my mess. Thank you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you sound like mr cheong when you teach in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could know that everything works out in the end. And I can't even take my own advice to have faith because... I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk to you anymore. I don't want to go to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please. I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;雨降落在大地&lt;br /&gt;我安静倾听 却无法领悟&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3495916269720540712?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3495916269720540712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3495916269720540712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3495916269720540712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3495916269720540712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-could-be-happy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7423088149751287334</id><published>2009-02-16T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:45:00.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are getting complicated. I don't like ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I agree Jacob, why on earth must you look so delighted to see me every time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't download mugglecast to start transcribing, is that a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was unbelievably hot. Woke up at 5am after 4 hrs of sleep just to turn on the fan. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;带走回荡的回忆&lt;br /&gt;你像流浪的流星&lt;br /&gt;把我丢在黑夜想着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开的黎明&lt;br /&gt;我的眼泪在眼睛&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7423088149751287334?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7423088149751287334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7423088149751287334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7423088149751287334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7423088149751287334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-are-getting-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7558042622926085332</id><published>2009-02-15T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:15:44.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha I think I have finally discovered what truly is the hugest spoiler in the Twilight series. And I am SO glad that no one ever managed to tell me what it was. Because I burst out into tears of laughter when I read it. It is seriously an experience that should not be robbed from anyone (!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I am so happy. This feels strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha this is freaking hilarious. Can't believe I didn't see this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait there's more to follow. Omg!!!! Seriously hilarious. Ahha. It just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she meant it to be this amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm high. :D and laughing hysterically (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7558042622926085332?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7558042622926085332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7558042622926085332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7558042622926085332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7558042622926085332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaha-i-think-i-have-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8352653440896831338</id><published>2009-02-15T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:05:03.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does it always come this, that I try my best to be blamed for as many things as possible so things don't get blown up. When it comes to the point where she actually says, "I'm so scared".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more things change, the more they remain the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8352653440896831338?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8352653440896831338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8352653440896831338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8352653440896831338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8352653440896831338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-does-it-always-come-this-that-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-412054820115273697</id><published>2009-02-14T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:21:59.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha at least transcribing helps me increase my geographical knowledge.. I know the capital of Chicago now! xD Yay. Although it's making me spell like an American (not that that's a bad thing or anything ;p Just not very convenient.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd it really improves your listening comprehension, or at least I hope. Although transcribing live shows is kinda harder than normal ones. Especially when people who aren't normally on come on, (coughemersoncough). He actually sounds a bit like Eric. Confusinggg &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahha. I think I'm high after running 2.4 (++ since I was running on the outside lane). Haha. Running is fun. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most ironic quote of the day - &lt;br /&gt;Rugby coach: Use your brains!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-412054820115273697?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/412054820115273697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=412054820115273697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/412054820115273697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/412054820115273697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-at-least-transcribing-helps-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-9131779208651060438</id><published>2009-02-13T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:58:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish, I didn't have to talk to you today ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sad, because everything that everyone gave me/did for me just reminded me of what you don't do. And obviously I want what you can't give me. Y'know, if it were me and I could go to school with you every day, I'm not sure whether I'd have enough self-preservation not to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh this is so hard &gt;&lt; Haha. SIGHS. I hates this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 today was kinda fun though. (That has got to be the first time I'm using 2.4 and fun together in a sentence). Did better than normal and was basically slacking during the 1st 5 rounds. i.e, 6th round felt like when I start chionging from 2nd round onwards. Haha. It's really actually rather fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. I realised that my spelling ability becomes non-existent in bio h3 even if I'm not sleepy! I was writing stuff like 'maks' instead of 'mask' and weird things like that ): No wonder I can't understand my own notes -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been damn tiring. Feels like... ages and ages since last wkend. Still, have to work transcribing mugglecast tmr. At least 1 good thing abt working with ppl in US is that you kinda get 1 extra day to finish your work bcs of the timezone thing. Although it feels like I finally get to the finish line of 2.4 only to be told that I forgot to run one more round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wants to be tired no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-9131779208651060438?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/9131779208651060438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=9131779208651060438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/9131779208651060438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/9131779208651060438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-didnt-have-to-talk-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5861495295935376272</id><published>2009-02-12T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:44:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You idiot: a narrative on indignation in the workplace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't even want to make me laugh anymore. Freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn irritating when you nag at me about how messy/lazy I am when you leave my things all over the place after you search for what you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn irritating to walk into my room and die from the cigarette smoke when I just want to sleep so that I won't fall asleep in class tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kill someone because I keep losing at bridge because of stupid ppl. Because I always get less no matter what happens. Because everything is so freaking screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say that with no reserve at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5861495295935376272?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5861495295935376272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5861495295935376272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5861495295935376272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5861495295935376272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-idiot-narrative-on-indignation-in.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3239204978839867304</id><published>2009-02-08T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:24:36.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the day I'm so tired that I have to remind myself to accept mugglecast's job offer &gt;&lt; Sigh. I feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't actually remember what I wanted to say, except that I'm still really tired. And mugglecast transcribers rock xD lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ Wow, the AIM installation screen is freaking chio. And it's orange too! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3239204978839867304?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3239204978839867304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3239204978839867304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3239204978839867304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3239204978839867304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-day-im-so-tired-that-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7689943837423429382</id><published>2009-02-06T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:39:17.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha you know it's bad when I can no longer keep my balance when standing with my eyes closed and I manage to fall asleep in the middle of taking notes during lectures in handwriting so bad that I can't even manage to figure out what I wrote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT all is good, since mugglecast finally gave us a reply! Haha. I knew my feelings were accurate once in a while. xD I realised while writing the application that I have actually done quite a lot of stuff in the HP fandom... I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. News poster for harrypotterasia.com&lt;br /&gt;2. Audio editor for Remembrall Live&lt;br /&gt;3. Transcriber for Mugglecast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah, still, I think it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what, your sms made me grin like a mad maniac for like 5 minutes xDD Thanks. Even if what I want isn't what you want. But thanks for humouring me anyway. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7689943837423429382?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7689943837423429382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7689943837423429382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7689943837423429382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7689943837423429382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-you-know-its-bad-when-i-can-no.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-670617822185170134</id><published>2009-02-05T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:42:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y'know dear, the best way to reject someone probably isn't to ask them what time the thing is and then ignore all their sms-es after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised today that bio prac is smth that doesn't remind me of you. Which is good for me even though I realise it's really sad it has to come to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Denial&lt;br /&gt;2. Anger&lt;br /&gt;3. Sadness&lt;br /&gt;4. Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't whine!" she whined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-670617822185170134?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/670617822185170134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=670617822185170134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/670617822185170134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/670617822185170134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/yknow-dear-best-way-to-reject-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-323336549993071778</id><published>2009-02-04T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:13:49.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha got a headache after playing teams with Hanfei and a J3 &gt;&lt; Ouch ouch. Considering I tried to ruff with a spade when the contract was 3D. Smart! Then I thought my hand shape was 5530 and got so excited until I realised it was 4531 with a singleton king. Which... wasn't exactly that supremely exciting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tireds tireds. Feel like I'm gg to float away any moment. Considering tmr's the econs essay test, that's not too smart. Ah well. Shall go and continue wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh had a mugglecast moment this morning in GP xDD Haha. There was a professor from Durham in the BBC clip which immediately made me go - Jamie! Although it's really that much more fun when there's someone there to shoot a significant glance at. Haha. I think mugglecast seriously improved my ability to absorb info from audio only ;p yay. New method of improving listening compre: listening to harry potter podcasts. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-323336549993071778?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/323336549993071778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=323336549993071778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/323336549993071778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/323336549993071778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-got-headache-after-playing-teams.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6246908448751560130</id><published>2009-02-03T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:40:01.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, couldn't resist &gt;&lt; even though I do too many of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Shissou - Last Alliance&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the ending song of Ouran, translation can be found here: &lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/lyrics.php?id=7139&amp;show=2"&gt;http://gendou.com/amusic/lyrics.php?id=7139&amp;show=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I used to be addicted to this son. Think it fits though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mind - Mirai&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, okay, good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;国境之南&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that reminds me of Taiwan immersion haha. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Double Trouble - John Williams&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha this is hilarious. Seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;我爱你&lt;/font&gt; - S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;Haha Mr Tan's favourite! Anw, thanks so much you guys!! (lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;枫&lt;/font&gt; - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;Err maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;倔强&lt;/font&gt; - Mayday&lt;br /&gt;LOL do you agree? &lt;br /&gt;Errr yeah I think it fits if you read the lyrics. (Do you understand though ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Angel in Disguise - Corinne May&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;夜曲&lt;/font&gt; - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;At face value, please. Not the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;I'M STARTING TO THINK THIS THING IS JINXED. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Digital Soul - Audition&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THIS IS REALLY SCARY. Another audition song... maybe, maybe. It's starting to look more and more plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;被风吹过的夏天&lt;/font&gt; - JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I can't actually remember what the song's about. But the mood fits, if anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha errr okay. I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;无可救药&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;So Yesterday - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Yeah it does. Memories, memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;私奔到月球&lt;/font&gt; - Mayday&lt;br /&gt;Nope, no idea why. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;听海&lt;/font&gt; - A-mei&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm okayy, I will? Err if you're talking about the lyrics, I have no idea what they mean as well ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;空秋千&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Maybe. Yeah, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;生存以上 生活以下&lt;/font&gt; - Mayday&lt;br /&gt;Okay I cheated on this, but I didn't think "Why not" was a good answer. And I was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Got a little freaky there in the middle, but still funz. I is talking like nancy.  This rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6246908448751560130?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6246908448751560130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6246908448751560130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6246908448751560130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6246908448751560130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-couldnt-resist-even-though-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2996434209403560655</id><published>2009-02-03T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:29:45.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂世界&lt;br /&gt;那么多苦 那么多累&lt;br /&gt;那么多莫名的泪水&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂的世界&lt;br /&gt;如果是你发现了我&lt;br /&gt;也别将我挽回&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me laugh ;p with a warm fuzzy feeling on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saving grace for school today was econs, strangely. I liked our mindmap xD Not sure why I was so not there today. Maybe it's the after-effect of Twilight. Or the fact that it reminds me so much of me. Today was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much I want to cry. Me, the master of denial. Someone said acceptance is when you become too tired to care anymore. I don't want it to come to that. But it's so hard when every single day I go to school I remember. I want you to be the one explaining chem to me even though you and I have similar chem knowledge (ie. none) ;p Still have no idea why you like chem so much lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret asking. I just wish I didn't have to know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;有没有那麽一种永远&lt;br /&gt;永远不改变&lt;br /&gt;拥抱过的美丽&lt;br /&gt;都再也不破碎&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2996434209403560655?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2996434209403560655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2996434209403560655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2996434209403560655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2996434209403560655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-song-makes-me-laugh-p-saving-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3246715254815428545</id><published>2009-02-02T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:51:33.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel feverish, and strange, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight really draws you in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3246715254815428545?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3246715254815428545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3246715254815428545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3246715254815428545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3246715254815428545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-feverish-and-strange-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4363534211398823459</id><published>2009-02-02T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:20:02.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meh, the loss of my left click makes me )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to send in my application later, hope they'll choose me although I do have a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to you today, it felt just like old times (: Haha. I think you make me laugh. Or at least smile even though you make me sad at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;And thenn.. I smirked at you today in class ;p It really felt like we were back in rg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although today was rather bad, was feeling floaty and headache-y throughout the day. Tired tired tired. Hope tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4363534211398823459?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4363534211398823459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4363534211398823459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4363534211398823459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4363534211398823459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/meh-loss-of-my-left-click-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3092196617165962216</id><published>2009-02-01T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:32:03.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha my bro just said "how many monkeys do you have?". &lt;br /&gt;In his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3092196617165962216?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3092196617165962216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3092196617165962216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3092196617165962216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3092196617165962216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-my-bro-just-said-how-many-monkeys.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-1150280239816279392</id><published>2009-01-30T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:23:13.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really like the House cold opens. The few minutes building up the mingled sense of suspenseful anticipation. And then the extremely cool opening sequence + music xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-1150280239816279392?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/1150280239816279392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=1150280239816279392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1150280239816279392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1150280239816279392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-like-house-cold-opens.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-1235164009744510091</id><published>2009-01-30T20:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:50:53.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess at this point, at wk 4 (?) of the new term, you just get used to it: it never gets easier. Even at 8pm on a friday night. Every day is a freaking struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. I hate that school reminds me so much of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, finishing bio tutorial and econs tuition hw cheered me up today. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Going to be disappointed&lt;/s&gt; Hope tmr is a good day.. yay &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ is it really freaky that I dream my friend went to vj last night and then I discover she really did get posted there today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-1235164009744510091?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/1235164009744510091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=1235164009744510091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1235164009744510091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1235164009744510091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-at-this-point-at-wk-4-of-new.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-513416143285696490</id><published>2009-01-27T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:36:41.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;"带着重要的人一起朝目标前进，可能步调比较慢，但至少是跟重要的人一起走"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gradual love affair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;如果要让我活&lt;br /&gt;让我有希望的活&lt;br /&gt;我从不怕爱错&lt;br /&gt;就怕没爱过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;如果能有一天&lt;br /&gt;再一次重返光荣&lt;br /&gt;记得找我&lt;br /&gt;我的好朋友&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-513416143285696490?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/513416143285696490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=513416143285696490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/513416143285696490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/513416143285696490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/gradual-love-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-1345700442061547242</id><published>2009-01-24T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:28:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;不敢想的梦想 透过你的眼光&lt;br /&gt;我才看见它原来在前方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一定也会像你一样飞翔&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-1345700442061547242?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/1345700442061547242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=1345700442061547242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1345700442061547242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1345700442061547242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2867535006406185813</id><published>2009-01-22T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:21:59.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am SO tired of holding on, but I don't want to let you go ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?! Seriously. Sheesh. I hate this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets, regrets, regrets. I want to do so much more. Ahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although apparently after the 'I hate you/this' phase comes the 'I am not coming out of my room no matter what' phase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;有没有那麽一滴眼泪&lt;br /&gt;能洗掉后悔&lt;br /&gt;化成大雨降落在&lt;br /&gt;回不去的街&lt;br /&gt;再给我一次机会&lt;br /&gt;将故事改写&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do!! And I hate you. So there.&lt;br /&gt;It kills me that I lose you just likethat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2867535006406185813?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2867535006406185813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2867535006406185813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2867535006406185813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2867535006406185813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-tired-of-holding-on-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2995292050860928668</id><published>2009-01-20T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:04:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;你觉得累了，所以我睡了?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED I TRIED I TRIED! haha. see how it goes &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2995292050860928668?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2995292050860928668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2995292050860928668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2995292050860928668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2995292050860928668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8790598702374331276</id><published>2009-01-18T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:39:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. My parents -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - anyone want love - [letters]&lt;br /&gt;Mum (interrupting) - I want love! I want love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ &lt;br /&gt;Me: But Republicans support flea [free] trade...&lt;br /&gt;Flea?! -kills self-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8790598702374331276?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8790598702374331276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8790598702374331276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8790598702374331276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8790598702374331276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3785875736095094304</id><published>2009-01-16T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:08:57.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;想搜集夏天的热 穿越叫幸福的河&lt;br /&gt;想做吞大象的蛇 不自量力说真的 &lt;br /&gt;又有何不可 我想写歌&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly, my most favourite picture ever - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SXCP-sdNOMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CTLCtMOIzkM/s1600-h/taiwanrj.jpg"&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/__GbSUjRq0H8/SXCP-sdNOMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CTLCtMOIzkM/s400/taiwanrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291887869408655554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this while listening to our dance music brings back so many memories. Especially those of me desperately trying to control my laughter during dance pracs ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当天是空的 地是干的&lt;br /&gt;我要为你 倒进狂热&lt;br /&gt;让你疯狂 让你渴&lt;br /&gt;让全世界知道你是我的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天气疯了 海水滚了&lt;br /&gt;所以我要 无乐不作&lt;br /&gt;不要浪费 每一刻快乐&lt;br /&gt;当梦的天行者&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3785875736095094304?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3785875736095094304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3785875736095094304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3785875736095094304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3785875736095094304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/quite-possibly-my-most-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SXCP-sdNOMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CTLCtMOIzkM/s72-c/taiwanrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6681673302837111158</id><published>2009-01-15T18:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:44:40.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I knew I wasn't dreaming about Eric/Alice. Though the whole thing makes me kinda sad. And I sure hope they never read this. lol. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have my fix of mythbusters for today!! omg xD They are so freaking cute. And cool at the same time. Although the later seasons are definitely more slick. And yay Adam! And Grant! &lt;33 Hahahaha "he gave me a lot more positive reinforcement but it wasn't very useful". Go Jamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha hmm y'know what, I don't want to talk to you, because I'm kinda scared you won't want anything more. But really, at this point I don't really care anymore. I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6681673302837111158?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6681673302837111158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6681673302837111158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6681673302837111158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6681673302837111158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/would-you-lie-with-me-and-just-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-1428640375786651081</id><published>2009-01-15T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:45:31.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Today was a good day, even though it started with me breaking my school badge on the worst possible day ever (try buying your school badge with 10,000 rgs girls buying their school badge at the same time) and ends with me having to do maths tutorials that I don't have a clue about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, school was surprisingly okay, even double chem and I almost forgot about you lol. Although the moment when he walked in was rather depressing. ;p And thenn I arrived at 7.40 exactly and wasn't late! Amazing.　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was quite proud of my AQ today! All the time spent blogging wasn't wasted! Wonder how she marks though. Some look out for evidence and some like persuasive language. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;为何你明明动了心却又不靠近?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm now it seems that even the connection of a usb device can't save my msn ): sheesh. And the wind's so strong now that I'm about to get blown away in my own house haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot! Mugglecast's live podcast is tmr, 9.30am, which is... during free block?! Hah, I would so love to talk to them on skype ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-1428640375786651081?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/1428640375786651081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=1428640375786651081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1428640375786651081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1428640375786651081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7542127109629332900</id><published>2009-01-14T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:53:41.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It occurred to me that I had a one year long sigh of relief too. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7542127109629332900?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7542127109629332900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7542127109629332900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7542127109629332900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7542127109629332900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-occurred-to-me-that-i-had-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4223742405020885264</id><published>2009-01-14T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:53:10.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I go to watch street dance perform in order to see you dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you a lot... I miss being able to sms you to moan about chem double periods. I miss looking forward to seeing you after school. I miss seeing you try so hard to answer all my questions when probably, I could get it on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much, but I don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk around school at night with you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4223742405020885264?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4223742405020885264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4223742405020885264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4223742405020885264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4223742405020885264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-go-to-watch-street-dance-perform.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5630743639740218769</id><published>2009-01-09T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:47:02.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha something funny came up today, in the midst of improving my firefox browsing experience (as per what it said in the advert), I discovered that I signed up for Google Analytics for this blog! And it's hilarious seeing what people search for on Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harry luna so much chemistry" ?&lt;br /&gt;"rj uniform" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Although rereading the posts I made regarding these keywords kind of surprised me. Some things I can't even remember ever thinking anymore, and some things about myself I know aren't true anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eric's accent is amazingly hot. Hahaha. Seriously though, it's American with occasional lapses into a New Zealand accent, which is extremely cool! The moments when he lapses into a New Zealand accent are extraordinarily cool and hot at the same time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Dunedin! And New Zealand!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fangirl about Eric and NZ. xD Seriously! Too bad he's taken. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I learnt that some goodbyes were final... You know when you say goodbye, there's still this feeling that you'll get to see the person some other day, or even talk to her online or over the phone or something? But then sometimes, goodbyes are final, and then how do you handle it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to see you again. To see the look on your face when I call you and tell you I'm in Taipei. I miss you so much, and we can't even communicate properly. I miss you so much, and... for once I know this is exactly what I want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5630743639740218769?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5630743639740218769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5630743639740218769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5630743639740218769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5630743639740218769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-something-funny-came-up-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8343546446492091359</id><published>2009-01-08T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:26:19.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha it's probably really sad when this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SWX26cwFTxI/AAAAAAAAACs/3yiJF-VAkFM/s1600-h/mc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 36px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SWX26cwFTxI/AAAAAAAAACs/3yiJF-VAkFM/s400/mc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288904821427228434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, OMG! xD lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did what we have mean anything to you? Or was I just some convenient person to fill up your boredom? I miss you, I think. Or maybe I'm just lonely. And scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me that I haven't done the things that I want to do, haven't found the things that I've been looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get better? I dreamt I was back in Taiwan again last night. )=&lt;br /&gt;And I felt so freaking happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8343546446492091359?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8343546446492091359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8343546446492091359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8343546446492091359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8343546446492091359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-its-probably-really-sad-when-this.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SWX26cwFTxI/AAAAAAAAACs/3yiJF-VAkFM/s72-c/mc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-315205985722335313</id><published>2009-01-06T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:51:59.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am suddenly in love with people who cut the grass outside my house every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'd prefer not to be. Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-315205985722335313?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/315205985722335313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=315205985722335313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/315205985722335313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/315205985722335313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-suddenly-in-love-with-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8922287903683491132</id><published>2009-01-06T04:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:50:37.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I was browsing the mugglecast fan forums..&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: You might be obsessed with MuggleCast when...&lt;br /&gt;Post by making_connections on Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:50 pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;snip&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-You actually went to Andrew's high school's website and watched the morning show thing that Jamie was on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG!!1 Jamie was on?! -frantically searches for said link-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, you can never get away from it, can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8922287903683491132?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8922287903683491132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8922287903683491132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8922287903683491132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8922287903683491132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-was-browsing-mugglecast-fan-forums.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6685141084034044128</id><published>2008-12-28T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:30:27.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately feels like all I've been doing is hiding, hiding from things which I can't run away from... I hate this. But then again escapism is my middle name... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. The ultimate escape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth shall set you free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I just run, forever. Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6685141084034044128?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6685141084034044128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6685141084034044128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6685141084034044128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6685141084034044128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/lately-feels-like-all-ive-been-doing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2959574321084381764</id><published>2008-12-27T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:01:14.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me, what are the odds of discovering that it's her birthday today, today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2959574321084381764?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2959574321084381764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2959574321084381764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2959574321084381764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2959574321084381764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/tell-me-what-are-odds-of-discovering.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5341272808998973591</id><published>2008-12-27T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:43:15.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I guess one of the bad things about using a song as your handphone ringtone is that you start fumbling for your phone whenever that particular song starts to play. Lol. Not kidding. My instinct is so honed that I get a heart attack upon hearing the first few notes of the song I use ;p Which also means you shouldn't use songs you love as your alarm song. Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... speaking about music - &lt;br /&gt;(the answers are songs based on what comes up next in shuffle. Koped from andrea's blog. xD Come on, gotta admit that was a nice transition. 0.o lol.)&lt;br /&gt;(although I recently deleted itunes from my comp so the music library might be missing some folders I forgot about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Q: How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;倔强。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, quite true for me, but as the overwhelming impression? Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will i have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;爱你 爱到死&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, is that good or bad 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;一步一步来&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, so many meanings. I hesitate to comment. Sounds like something a fortune teller would say ;p Still true though.. in more than one sense I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;屋顶&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. What on earth does that mean? Although if you take into account the whole song it's quite fitting, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:How can i make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;冻结&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, thought that was something I was supposed to move away from. Although it does make me happier, in some ways, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What can i do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;I Turn to You.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, again, so many meanings. Though I like it. Maybe, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Will i ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha sheesh. Good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;I could get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;Okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:How will i be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;简单爱。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, remains to be seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What is my signature dancing song?&lt;br /&gt;Shunning the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Cool! An auditionsea song... I like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What do i think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a little try.&lt;br /&gt;ERR, okay, if you say so 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;Rolling star.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, nice, nice. Japanese song for someone who just came back from Japan xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What song will play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Flying Duck.&lt;br /&gt;0.o Haha, my favourite auditionsea song! Not up to me though ;p I'm guessing it'd be too cheerful lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What sort of guys do i like?&lt;br /&gt;What I've been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, circular argument??? I can't/don't want to even begin to try to wrap my mind around this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What is my day going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;Honey Punch.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ddr coming up? Or am I going to get assaulted while I stand in line tmr? Lol. Anyway wish me luck, standing in line for (kinda) free tickets to a mayday concert is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is...?&lt;br /&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5341272808998973591?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5341272808998973591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5341272808998973591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5341272808998973591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5341272808998973591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-i-guess-one-of-bad-things-about.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7322559872415137972</id><published>2008-12-25T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:12:50.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Japan was fun, but I was kinda homesick for Taiwan. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that struck me the most was that night in the bus, when she linked arms with me and said &lt;font size=2&gt;好快哦，今天已经是最后一晚了&lt;/font&gt;, and I couldn't say anything, because I was trying so hard not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SVOE43V_-jI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZgklmOT5Hbs/s320/Rachel+Taiwan+Trip+646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283712900299487794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two girls, sitting in silence on a bus in the calm night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ It just struck me that the guy in the background is... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7322559872415137972?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7322559872415137972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7322559872415137972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7322559872415137972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7322559872415137972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/japan-was-fun-but-i-was-kinda-homesick.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SVOE43V_-jI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZgklmOT5Hbs/s72-c/Rachel+Taiwan+Trip+646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5381603635962925202</id><published>2008-12-12T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:22:19.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeing 五月天 the first thing when I switch on the TV does good things for my mind xD lol. Can't wait to watch them next yr ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add on to previous posts, apparently I was wrong in blaming flu meds for my weirdness while sick. Because this time, while free of flu meds, I　managed to cut all of my fingernails except one. And no, it's not the last one which makes it all the more dumb. And yes, I can't believe it myself. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5381603635962925202?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5381603635962925202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5381603635962925202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5381603635962925202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5381603635962925202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeing-first-thing-when-i-switch-on-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-1771340216069107590</id><published>2008-12-11T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:37:09.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is currently not very good... still feel woozy from the medicine from 2 days ago?? Maybe I really took too much or there were bad reactions lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. And learning how the cold can make you get the flu in about 30secs was not part of the plan when we left Singapore. Although it is pretty amazing when you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-1771340216069107590?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/1771340216069107590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=1771340216069107590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1771340216069107590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1771340216069107590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-currently-not-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3266393593142736968</id><published>2008-12-10T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:48:45.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes living in a country with no chewing gum gets kind of tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the flu must be making me wonky - I just walked out of the shower without rinsing the soap off. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ who the heck makes a thermometer without an on/off switch anyway?? how do you even begin using something like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3266393593142736968?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3266393593142736968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3266393593142736968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3266393593142736968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3266393593142736968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-living-in-country-with-no.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8124410313453190606</id><published>2008-12-07T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:28:10.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you get older, you realise some moments are really once in a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;You realise that some goodbyes are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果海會說話　如果風愛上砂&lt;br /&gt;如果　有些想念遺忘在漫長的長假&lt;br /&gt;我會聆聽浪花　讓風吹過頭髮&lt;br /&gt;任記憶裡的愛情在時間潮汐裡喧嘩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;非得等春天遠了夏天才近了&lt;br /&gt;我是在回首時終於懂得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當陽光再次回到那　飄著雨的國境之南&lt;br /&gt;我會試著把那一年的故事　再接下去說完&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8124410313453190606?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8124410313453190606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8124410313453190606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8124410313453190606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8124410313453190606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-you-get-older-you-realise-some.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8257915530225033603</id><published>2008-12-06T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:01:31.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;最怕　空氣突然安靜　&lt;br /&gt;最怕　朋友突然的關心&lt;br /&gt;最怕回憶　突然翻滾絞痛著　不平息&lt;br /&gt;最怕突然　聽到你的消息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念　如果會有聲音&lt;br /&gt;不願　那是悲傷的哭泣&lt;br /&gt;事到如今　終於讓自己屬於　我自己&lt;br /&gt;只剩眼淚　還騙不過自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你　你會在哪裡　過得快樂或委屈&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你　突然鋒利的回憶　突然模糊的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們像一首最美麗的歌曲&lt;br /&gt;變成兩部悲傷的電影&lt;br /&gt;為什麼你　帶我走過最難忘的旅行&lt;br /&gt;然後留下　最痛的紀念品&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們　那麼甜那麼美那麼相信&lt;br /&gt;那麼瘋　那麼熱烈的　曾經&lt;br /&gt;為何我們　還是要奔向各自的幸福和遺憾中老去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實不是怕安靜&lt;br /&gt;而是很想看到你, 卻不想聽到你的消息&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8257915530225033603?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8257915530225033603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8257915530225033603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8257915530225033603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8257915530225033603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-1227072722908980997</id><published>2008-11-30T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:12:43.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;想蒐集夏天的熱 穿越叫 幸福的河&lt;br /&gt;想做吞大象的蛇&lt;br /&gt;不自量力 說真的 又有何不可&lt;br /&gt;我想寫歌 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當 天是空的 地是乾的&lt;br /&gt;我要為妳 倒進狂熱&lt;br /&gt;讓妳瘋狂 讓妳渴&lt;br /&gt;讓全世界 知道 妳是我的 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天氣瘋了 海水滾了&lt;br /&gt;所以我要 無樂不作&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要浪費 每一刻 快樂&lt;br /&gt;當夢的 天行者 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像妳這樣的天使 該有翅膀和名字&lt;br /&gt;該美麗中帶著刺 該很認真的屬於 我一次 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當 天是空的 地是乾的&lt;br /&gt;我要為妳 倒進狂熱&lt;br /&gt;讓妳瘋狂 讓妳渴 讓全世界 知道 妳是我的 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界末日 就儘管來吧&lt;br /&gt;我會繼續 無樂不作&lt;br /&gt;不會浪費 愛妳的 快樂當夢的 天行者 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要快樂 &lt;/font&gt;OH～&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-1227072722908980997?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/1227072722908980997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=1227072722908980997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1227072722908980997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1227072722908980997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2905107706678750198</id><published>2008-11-21T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:58:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually wanted to post something about our trip to Sungei Buloh with the kids but packing took longer than I expected &gt;&lt; and I'm tired and sneezy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, Taiwan for the next 2.5 weeks... See if I manage to get a comp with internet access ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2905107706678750198?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2905107706678750198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2905107706678750198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2905107706678750198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2905107706678750198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/11/actually-wanted-to-post-something-about.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5865326152464636313</id><published>2008-11-08T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:14:51.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly know why colchicine sounded so familiar to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House: Every day, cells die. [CGI of… cells!] We survive because the remaining cells divide and replace the losses. The colchicine, a gout medicine, blocks mitosis and stops cell division, which will result in abdominal pain, rash, nausea, fever, kidney failure, low blood pressure, and will also mess with the bone marrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson: Beauty often seduces us on the road to truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that true... Sometimes the answer is just that much simpler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5865326152464636313?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5865326152464636313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5865326152464636313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5865326152464636313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5865326152464636313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-suddenly-know-why-colchicine-sounded.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4608959936203839897</id><published>2008-11-05T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:55:29.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sign of too much fatigue must surely be when you read the skype advertisement to say:&lt;br /&gt;"Call cheaply to mobile phones and &lt;i&gt;landmines&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4608959936203839897?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4608959936203839897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4608959936203839897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4608959936203839897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4608959936203839897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sign-of-too-much-fatigue-must-surely-be.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4510446847993169308</id><published>2008-10-23T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:46:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss walking down corridors with you at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss trying to open your locker together with a handphone light in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game on. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: found my piano scores under my entire pile of promo notes. How did they get there..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4510446847993169308?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4510446847993169308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4510446847993169308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4510446847993169308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4510446847993169308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-walking-down-corridors-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8841722483149642579</id><published>2008-10-17T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:57:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life actually sucks a lot a lot. When not being able to find my piano scores makes me want to cry. When missing notes in Frets on Fire makes me slam the table so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me damn sad and damn happy at the same time. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about tmr. I really really want to go. But I really need a break from people and anything school-related. Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8841722483149642579?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8841722483149642579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8841722483149642579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8841722483149642579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8841722483149642579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-actually-sucks-lot-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8992425111656831412</id><published>2008-10-15T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:48:46.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay life sucks damn freaking badly. I don't even know what I'm waiting for anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's striking how things from so long ago come back and bite you. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8992425111656831412?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8992425111656831412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8992425111656831412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8992425111656831412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8992425111656831412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-life-sucks-damn-freaking-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-478809798614356096</id><published>2008-10-13T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:11:30.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to admit, today was a horrible day, mitigated by the fact that there was school. Sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From lugging my freaking heavy laptop home, to enduring the loud voice of the boy on the bus, to the bathroom, it was a freaking bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even say so. Because pre-emptive strikes work. And saying I'm tired only brings snide comments about how I sleep too late/don't rest enough/play too much computer. How comforting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because pre-emptive strikes work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn hard to act cheerful when all you want to do is throw your books until something breaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even complain to you because I don't think you care. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-478809798614356096?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/478809798614356096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=478809798614356096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/478809798614356096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/478809798614356096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-to-admit-today-was-horrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-394230881415391420</id><published>2008-10-11T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:28:57.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;If a guy is a good neighbor, if he puts in a day, if every once in a while he laughs, if every once in a while he thinks about somebody else and, above all else, if he can find his way to compassion and, and tolerance, then he's my brother, I don't give a damn if he didn't get past finger-painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can't stomach are people who're out to convince people that the educated are soft and privileged and out to make them feel like they're less, then, you know, 'he may be educated, but I'm plain-spoken, just like you!' Especially when we know that&lt;br /&gt;education can be asilver bullet, it can be the silver bullet, Toby! For crime, poverty,&lt;br /&gt;unemployment, drugs, hate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-394230881415391420?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/394230881415391420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=394230881415391420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/394230881415391420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/394230881415391420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/10/bartlet-if-guy-is-good-neighbor-if-he.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6653879556755038181</id><published>2008-10-03T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:05:06.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BARTLET (From The West Wing, "The Crackpots and These Women"):&lt;br /&gt;A long since abandoned Soviet satellite, one of its booster rockets didn’t fire and it couldn’t escape the earth’s orbit--a sad reminder of a time when two powerful nations challenged each other and then boldly raced into outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be the next thing that challenges us, Toby? That makes us work harder and go farther? You know, when smallpox was eradicated, it was considered the single greatest humanitarian achievement of this century. Surely, we can do it again. As we did in the time when our eyes looked towards the heavens, and with outstretched fingers, we touched the face of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to absent friends, and the ones that are here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6653879556755038181?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6653879556755038181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6653879556755038181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6653879556755038181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6653879556755038181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/10/bartlet-from-west-wing-crackpots-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-1652658402474356912</id><published>2008-09-30T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:45:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid choices. Stupid mistakes. Already too late... Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-1652658402474356912?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/1652658402474356912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=1652658402474356912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1652658402474356912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1652658402474356912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8188117970078634708</id><published>2008-09-29T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:25:00.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, suddenly had it pointed out to me why I cried so hard this morning. Because she was probably gg to die without seeing her son again. How cliche, and how utterly not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the jigsaw puzzle suddenly reminded me of you, and I was wondering whether you had ever touched the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle cos I remembered you used to help us with our puzzles. Then I realised, probably not because I don't think the puzzle is that old, and I wish all over again that you got to see me in my rj uniform. I miss you so, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, now I can finish a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle all by myself.. Such a far cry from the time when you had to scold me for leaving puzzles half-done on the floor right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I was still too young to understand everything? That wasn't playing fair...  But nothing's fair right? (: Will I see you again one day? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8188117970078634708?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8188117970078634708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8188117970078634708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8188117970078634708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8188117970078634708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/sadly-ive-been-damn-freaking-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-1615649794054560913</id><published>2008-09-27T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:45:21.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm so I have been investigating the best ways to possibly waste time after promos:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat a bunch of minuscule grapes one, by one, by one...&lt;br /&gt;2. Do a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle, of which you aren't sure you have all the pieces to.&lt;br /&gt;3. Complete online quizzes telling you how good you are at being alive. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay (: That's all so far though. I spent so much time wasting time that I couldn't get around to testing more ways haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would actually be good, if I forgot about you. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, nice quote from House this week: Almost dying changes nothing. Dying changes everything. &lt;br /&gt;Almost like what Meredith went through in GA when she found to her horror that her almost drowning changed nothing. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, "welcome to couple's counselling" xP. I bet all the House/Wilson shippers got a kick out of that haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-1615649794054560913?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/1615649794054560913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=1615649794054560913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1615649794054560913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/1615649794054560913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmm-so-i-have-been-investigating-best.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-9211407028930754903</id><published>2008-09-26T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:44:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I find it extremely ironic that where I used to be the one smirking at other people, I now find myself being smirked at. Ironic, and sad too. I never envisioned myself becoming like one of those ppl I used to smirk at. Hah, goes to show nothing in life is certain right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm and I actually discovered someone who likes to start written sentences with 'haha' too! Except it's HAHA instead of haha. lol. Cool, but seriously makes you sound very high. If you're reading this, sorry, it just made quite an impact on me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs I just miss the days when there was this clear line demarcating 'me' and 'them'. Like how our immune system differentiates between 'self' and 'non-self' cells? Haha. Just slightly horrifying and surprising to see the differences falling away. I understand more now hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, House season 5 started last week :D Just watched the first episode, felt like the medical drama was sidelined in favour of the Wilson/Thirteen stuff so pacing was slightly off I feel. Pity, when sometimes the medical drama is strong enough to carry the whole episode on its own. I have to admit, after watching Grey's Anatomy the surgery scenes with Chase somehow look slightly contrived. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythbusters is really cool now that I have more time to catch episodes during the day instead of reruns. Very very cool and you actually learn a lot of stuff! Like the fact that burning a whole into a safe in order to break in is a bad idea cos you'll probably burn the stuff inside too. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I really hate being laughed at when I'm not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I miss you a lot haha. Realised we haven't talked properly in a long long time. Or maybe my perception of time is just wrong but still. Looking forward to Monday actually.(right??) Haha. Don't let me have a one-sided sms convo again lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-9211407028930754903?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/9211407028930754903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=9211407028930754903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/9211407028930754903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/9211407028930754903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha-i-find-it-extremely-ironic-that.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6893331802180309942</id><published>2008-09-25T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:18:30.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜空を見あげ一人　ほうき星を見たの&lt;br /&gt;一瞬ではじけては　消えてしまったけど&lt;br /&gt;あなたのこと想うと　胸が痛くなるの&lt;br /&gt;今すぐ会いたいよ　だけど空は飛べないから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もしあたしが　ほうき星になれたならば&lt;br /&gt;空駆け抜け　飛んでいく&lt;br /&gt;どんな明日が来ても　この想いは強い&lt;br /&gt;だからほうき星ずっと　壊れないよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨が降って嫌だと　ぼやいていた時に&lt;br /&gt;あなたが言ったこと　今でも覚えてる&lt;br /&gt;雨の後の夜空は　綺麗に星が出る&lt;br /&gt;それを考えると　雨も好きになれるよねと&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もしあたしが　ほうき星になれたならば&lt;br /&gt;あふれる光降らすよ　いつも&lt;br /&gt;悲しいとき　夜空見るあなたが&lt;br /&gt;笑顔になるように　もっと輝きたい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなたはいつも一人　何かと戦ってる&lt;br /&gt;傍にいることしか　あたしにはできないけど&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もしあたしが　ほうき星になれたならば&lt;br /&gt;空駆け抜け飛んでいく　きっと&lt;br /&gt;必ず届く　この一瞬の光で&lt;br /&gt;あなたのイマ照らし　空を巡ろう&lt;br /&gt;あたしが　ほうき星になれたならば&lt;br /&gt;きっと傍にいてあげる　どんな時も&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is extremely freaking good :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6893331802180309942?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6893331802180309942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6893331802180309942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6893331802180309942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6893331802180309942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-extremely-freaking-good-d.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8681247894011910200</id><published>2008-09-10T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:37:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My computer will not format the CD, aka why my PW is so screwed.&lt;/b&gt; Darn. I feel abandoned ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks to the dear CD, I have wasted 1.5 hours of my life trying to format it. Thank you SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I really really cannot take it anymore, aka I'm going to scream and run out of school like, in 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like mugging with you. It's more relaxing. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off now, aka I'm going to wake up damn tired in 5 hours. Wish me damn freaking lot of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8681247894011910200?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8681247894011910200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8681247894011910200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8681247894011910200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8681247894011910200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-computer-will-not-format-cd-aka-why.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5997927713667071945</id><published>2008-09-06T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:20:25.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, live messenger hates me. It's not working today but it was just fine yesterday! Argh. I am very very irritated by capricious computer programs -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5997927713667071945?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5997927713667071945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5997927713667071945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5997927713667071945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5997927713667071945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-swear-live-messenger-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2750498378736178273</id><published>2008-09-05T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:36:11.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly miss UKHP so damn much. Lol. But I guess at the end it wasn't all that fun too. Just that the memories of what could have been are rather sad ): Like we were saying we would be in touch 8 years from that time. Which I guess is 2 years after RJ. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy. Dinner was almost perfect. Me, mugglecast, nice food and hot tea. Except that you came to bother me. Hmm well... nothing's perfect right? But sometimes things come so damn close to perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss elks and tigres and guppies and llamas. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ I am quite impressed with Chrome.. In fact I'm typing this in Chrome right now. Haha. And I'm sure once I get used to it, I'll be able to say with complete confidence that it rocks :D Although the search engines thing was quite cool for firefox. And the design with the tabs part at the top of the page feels slightly strange, but I guess that goes with the territory. It's cool, I just find it ironic that the link to download Chrome isn't the first site to come up on google when you type "chrome" into the search. Guess it means that google's results are really impartial eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2750498378736178273?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2750498378736178273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2750498378736178273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2750498378736178273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2750498378736178273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-suddenly-miss-ukhp-so-damn-much.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5881788736869198044</id><published>2008-09-04T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:23:57.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stress )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLPI&lt;br /&gt;PW &lt;br /&gt;Promos&lt;br /&gt;Sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5881788736869198044?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5881788736869198044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5881788736869198044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5881788736869198044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5881788736869198044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/stress-slpi-pw-promos-sat-sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6978493338046211578</id><published>2008-09-04T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:52:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's kinda stupid how I get irritated so easily by web messenger when it keeps popping up whenever someone signs in/talks to me. And the rush of pleasure when it stops doing that is equally ridiculous. Sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向前走 低着头&lt;br /&gt;眼泪不停向后流&lt;br /&gt;一直走 不回头&lt;br /&gt;希望你会找到我&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be emo or anything, but I really like this song cos of the imagery of the first phrase. And perhaps because my listening compre is really bad, I thought this was a happy song at first. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6978493338046211578?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6978493338046211578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6978493338046211578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6978493338046211578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6978493338046211578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-kinda-stupid-how-i-get-irritated-so.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8690123181533757149</id><published>2008-09-03T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:13:17.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;你知道吗？其实我现在已经超开心了&lt;/font&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I really really believe in fate. Or whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SL4cidvF6sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eQn1yX5w0LU/s1600-h/20080828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SL4cidvF6sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eQn1yX5w0LU/s320/20080828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241658394729114306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;命中注定？看你怎么说吧...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you really need to learn some graciousness. Sheesh. -.-" And I should stop dignifying this with a response. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8690123181533757149?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8690123181533757149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8690123181533757149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8690123181533757149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8690123181533757149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SL4cidvF6sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eQn1yX5w0LU/s72-c/20080828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2833152753304644755</id><published>2008-09-02T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:25:11.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SL0obhbstZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6AL2lgNklQg/s1600-h/lalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SL0obhbstZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6AL2lgNklQg/s320/lalala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241389994625250706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, our new chio pw group thing which we koped from Nancy('s friend) xD Cool eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Wall-E was fun, fun and fantastic. It would never have occurred to me that a movie with so little dialogue could have put so many messages across. Like how enduring and powerful the human spirit can be. And the true definition of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holding hands thing was a fun and smart motif though. And the part where he started crushing up all his beloved treasures was fantastic. Haha, the symbolism gets to me always. Hmm well perhaps most significantly (for me), I accomplished my goal of watching all the feature films Pixar has released so far. So there ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I was at a loss for words last night when someone asked me what I do to destress, after thinking about it, I realise that I can say so much. I like to play ddr, watch dramas/anime, read various fanfic, listen and sing along to music, learn how to play various musical instruments, write blog entries, read interesting blogs... Yeah I try a lot of stuff but don't stick to it. But I'm still trying damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sometimes I really don't understand, and I try very hard not to judge so quickly. But it's really very difficult when it's something that means so much to you. And how do I know what I can trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福看起来那么简单，眼看就要有了，为什么会突然间变得那么遥不可及呢？&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2833152753304644755?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2833152753304644755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2833152753304644755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2833152753304644755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2833152753304644755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-our-new-chio-pw-group-thing-which.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SL0obhbstZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6AL2lgNklQg/s72-c/lalala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8395569080927125056</id><published>2008-08-31T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:56:41.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What did I learn last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's better to simply listen rather than to try to rationalise it. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8395569080927125056?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8395569080927125056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8395569080927125056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8395569080927125056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8395569080927125056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-did-i-learn-last-night-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4280975543335330624</id><published>2008-08-29T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:26:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy day, but kind of ruined at the end as usual. Finally played ddr and for a very long time... rediscovered my ddr mojo ;p Plus, it was really nice just slacking around and talking. It's really been a long time. Almost 9 months? But if feels like it was just last month. I miss this carefree feeling, the feeling of being comfortable in each others' company and the ease that familiarity brings. They remind me of the happy times last year after the exams ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you know sometimes I'm quite slow at deciphering how other ppl view me. &lt;font size=2&gt;我今天才发现你真的把我当成是你的朋友。我一直都以为我们只是因为方便才聚在一起的... 我真的真的很高兴能被你们当成是朋友...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一颗心噗通噗通的狂跳&lt;br /&gt;一瞬间烦恼烦恼烦恼全忘掉&lt;br /&gt;我再也不要再也不要&lt;br /&gt;委屈自己一秒&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, can't you at least do me the simple courtesy of telling me when you take something of mine even if you think you don't have to ask me for permission? It's damn freaking irritating and hurtful when you act like you think what I feel doesn't matter at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4280975543335330624?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4280975543335330624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4280975543335330624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4280975543335330624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4280975543335330624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-day-but-kind-of-ruined-at-end-as.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5069639037559097728</id><published>2008-08-28T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:45:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nice class lunch/tea at cafe cartel just now.. What was the real purpose of getting all of us to go? Was it really that our CT wanted to have tea with us? Or was he just trying to get us to do smth together as a class? Haha well, it's appreciated either way. Really really had a nice time talking and playing cards xD Consider that it's the second time in my life I've eaten at cafe cartel and both times we played bridge haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can actually feel like I'm part of the class. Guess it really started when Deborah went to Italy... then I hung out with different people, changed the routine of school life that I unknowingly fell into. Like I found to my (somewhat) surprise that I generally sit in the same place for chem lectures. Habits form without you noticing sometimes... but after the taiwan immersion thing you realise that things don't have to be like what everyone else does. You can do your own thing, even in the restricted confines of school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a photo of everyone looking blur this afternoon trying to find a place that could fit all of us xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SLaMc73ShnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4SAgIobEXfA/s1600-h/20080828(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SLaMc73ShnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4SAgIobEXfA/s320/20080828(005).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239529645225969266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is a happy day! Cos there's no school and we get to play ddr in the afternoon. Haven't played in so long that I probably lost all my mojo. Hahah. Really missed the long nights last Dec spent playing bridge with 3 ppl and a stuffed toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky on the way home. I suddenly realise why people like taking pics of the daytime sky. I used to think it was boring =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SLaMIxLOFTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H3KfRi6R04/s1600-h/20080828(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SLaMIxLOFTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H3KfRi6R04/s320/20080828(019).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239529298759390514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I think I listen to a lot of sad songs ): Had quite a difficult trying to find a happy song for today ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不敢想的梦想 透过你的眼光&lt;br /&gt;我才看见 它原来在前方&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5069639037559097728?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5069639037559097728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5069639037559097728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5069639037559097728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5069639037559097728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-nice-class-lunchtea-at-cafe-cartel.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SLaMc73ShnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4SAgIobEXfA/s72-c/20080828(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8720504816324448258</id><published>2008-08-27T15:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:47:15.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my water bottle came back to me! Haha. After forgetting it last week I was wondering if I would chance upon it again like my other water bottles (: And it was there, in the LT... like it was just sitting there, in the canteen... like it was just sitting there, in the classroom. Waiting for me? Hmm actually kinda freaky if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SLVCRK9XpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f-rWTJaIuDA/s1600-h/20080826(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SLVCRK9XpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f-rWTJaIuDA/s320/20080826(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239166604282406178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, a random pic of my picks (: Found them all while shifting my stuff to my new wallet. They look quite cool together eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of the late nights and the bittersweet memories of last June, I am eternally grateful for light sticks, tealight candles, ice cream sticks and Eileen ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;用你给我的翅膀飞&lt;br /&gt;我懂这不是伤悲&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8720504816324448258?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8720504816324448258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8720504816324448258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8720504816324448258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8720504816324448258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-my-water-bottle-came-back-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GbSUjRq0H8/SLVCRK9XpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f-rWTJaIuDA/s72-c/20080826(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8040469702957504881</id><published>2008-08-26T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:39:22.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sewer Walking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we used to talk&lt;br /&gt;Like a river underground, the sewer where we used to walk.&lt;br /&gt;The hole at the end empties out to the pier&lt;br /&gt;Where paperboats disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I try to send this note,&lt;br /&gt;Float it like a paper boat,&lt;br /&gt;But paper sinks and words are weak.&lt;br /&gt;I try but I don't speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join together in the silent snow&lt;br /&gt;Turn our faces up to see&lt;br /&gt;Not endless night, but day&lt;br /&gt;A pier&lt;br /&gt;And you and me, talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, uh, today was quite funny. For once, I really wanted to speak and I really tried freaking hard to talk, but I couldn't (physically) get the words out. Ironic. Although I have to say it's not a very uncommon occurrence these days. Talking seems to cause violent coughing in me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err bio mcq/econs today was not bad... at least seems the lectures and tutorials were helpful in educating me even in my dazed state ^^ plus I think we/I went kind of high at the end of the day for some weird reason. Somehow school makes me quite happy (: or maybe I'm amused by my dear classmates xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I have an overwhelming feeling that chem is going to be disastrous tmr since the only lectures I managed to absorb were the ionic equilibria ones.. I have to admit the teaching style is good ;p or at least (more) effective ^^ seriously, effectiveness should be measured both in terms of speed and how much is learnt! It's like a vector xD So if the speed is high but amount learnt is low... hah too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm happy. Really really happy. Just like how I say I'm really really tired. Just that I'm really really happy too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8040469702957504881?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8040469702957504881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8040469702957504881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8040469702957504881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8040469702957504881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/sewer-walking-you-and-me-we-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5494204649066470263</id><published>2008-08-25T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:07:23.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an unusual day, it started out quite badly. For some strange reason, the headlines today affected me a lot, more than usual. Maybe I'm just getting more sensitive or just tired from the lack of sleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn freaking tiring to continue waking up every day in a country where decisions about one's ashes after one dies is made in the name of "pragmatism". How is it that even in death, we still sacrifice our ideals in the name of pragmatism? What are we doing here? Giving up what we dreamt of, giving up what we want in the name of earning more money, in the name of reproducing to replace the population, in the name of pragmatism? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this, "let's move on", my MP tells me. Let's move on and ignore her illogical action which, for once, has the united front in disarray. Let's be ungracious, and refer to FT which "breed" in our country. How ungracious, how crude can you get? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn freaking tired of waking up every day to face a school which doesn't mean a lot to me. I'm tired of trying so hard every day to get through each day, when at the end of it all, I don't even know what I want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, the writers for &lt;font size=2&gt;命中注定我爱你&lt;/font&gt; really missed a great opportunity when they failed to emphasise how important it is to Xin Yi that someone actually notices her. It was such an easy way to justify why she fell in love with him, and they didn't take that opportunity to do it. So sad, it was such a good juxtaposition ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, life is damn bad when I spend the weekend looking forward to school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;想念变成怀念&lt;br /&gt;心动变成心碎&lt;br /&gt;偏偏还会关切&lt;br /&gt;你最后属于谁&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5494204649066470263?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5494204649066470263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5494204649066470263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5494204649066470263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5494204649066470263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-unusual-day-it-started-out.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-4196894757166442758</id><published>2008-08-24T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:55:28.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to hate sunrises, but now, they're not too bad after all. There's one where we walked for about an hour to get to the right spot to watch it, and then realised that Singapore sunrises are really not all that nice to watch. Is it the equator thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the one last year where we were stuck in the chairs, legs hurting too hard to move, with the sun rising and shining through the curtains. Can't really say much about the sunrise but the night ddr and pain is really quite memorable. My first real introduction to ddr, in style. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sunsets are damn cool and chio, but sunrises aren't all that bad ;p haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, House really really rocks and I think Season 5 is coming out around when the promos are. Good timing then. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-4196894757166442758?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/4196894757166442758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=4196894757166442758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4196894757166442758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/4196894757166442758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-used-to-hate-sunrises-but-now-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5039799230124924031</id><published>2008-08-22T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:01:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Ratatouille (believe me, I know it's kinda slow), and I have to say it's fantastic.. The reviews didn't exaggerate. The scene at the end when he relieves his childhood is so poignant, so real, it seriously makes you feel like you're the one experiencing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it stealing if no one else wants it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm to my complete and utter surprise (or maybe not), I have actually finished watching every feature film Pixar has made, having been introduced to their early films at a young age (: I can remember the afternoons spent watching Toy Story with my bro, watching Finding Nemo with certain people, watching Cars in the theatre... Somehow, they impress me against my will. Haha. I seriously need to watch Wall-E when it comes out here xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening my mp3 in the car this morning, I suddenly remember that dark night last year, we were in school uniform and a tie, in a bus to a strange place for a dinner hosted for us. I remember the long bus rides spent listening to my friend's mp3 because I forgot to bring mine, the uncertainty of it all. The rush of nervousness and excitement at every new experience. It was humbling, and it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, can I conclude playing tennis makes me sleepy? Today's tennis was quite strange, we actually had more than enough courts and not enough people for once. Somehow, it's quite amusing to see people make the same mistakes you did. It really helps you understand why people kept laughing and criticising you when you started out. Meh, today wasn't all that good though. I can no longer own people at high shots ): and playing with guys is quite unfair, cos in terms of strength, there's really no competition. Haha. Ah well, at least I managed not to kill my partner although it was close xD maybe if it was my bro and I had my voice back he could have ducked in time and the ball would have gone over. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking happy today and I don't know why. Maybe it's because of the cough syrup, or just the fact that it's a friday ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;当我开口 你却沈默&lt;br /&gt;只剩一场梦&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5039799230124924031?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5039799230124924031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5039799230124924031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5039799230124924031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5039799230124924031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-finished-watching-ratatouille.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6883301229590842671</id><published>2008-08-18T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:11:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There comes a moment when it becomes more than just a game.  &lt;br /&gt;And you can take that step forward,&lt;br /&gt;or turn around and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I say I don't care, when it comes down to it, it really touched me that there's someone who will switch the fan in my room because I was coughing in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6883301229590842671?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6883301229590842671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6883301229590842671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6883301229590842671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6883301229590842671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-time-to-play-game.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-914065243409888260</id><published>2008-08-11T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:13:49.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Transcribing our interview with the Teochew Huay Kuan, you can really hear the conviction in his voice. The passion for a language that is so easily dismissed by people nowadays. It's kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something like that too. I want to be able to speak of what I do with so much passion and conviction that even someone who isn't at the scene can hear it in my voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-914065243409888260?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/914065243409888260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=914065243409888260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/914065243409888260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/914065243409888260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/08/transcribing-our-interview-with-teochew.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-3617346995510686613</id><published>2008-07-09T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:26:55.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The phrase "money can't buy you happiness" merely proves the point that money is not a sufficient condition for happiness. It doesn't exactly prove that it isn't a necessary condition for happiness, does it? Although it could be the original intention of the phrase that money is important, but not that important. But still, the phrase shouldn't be appropriated by people who try to claim that money isn't important at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-3617346995510686613?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/3617346995510686613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=3617346995510686613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3617346995510686613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/3617346995510686613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/07/phrase-money-cant-buy-you-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6201317858841928691</id><published>2008-07-06T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:16:01.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting that a simple comment by my bro that Gandalf is supposed to represent Merlin in LOTR led to the uncovering of numerous literary parallels between LoTR/HP and Arthurian legend. Sometimes you don't realise you're not seeing until someone tells you to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think it's quite sad when the response to someone denying you a favour is "f*** you". Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6201317858841928691?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6201317858841928691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6201317858841928691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6201317858841928691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6201317858841928691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-that-simple-comment-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7457654181046466621</id><published>2008-05-07T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:59:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;妈妈的生日是什么时候？2月28日&lt;br /&gt;她最喜欢什么颜色？不知道...&lt;br /&gt;她最喜欢的一道菜肴是... 酱油炒蛋&lt;br /&gt;妈妈最讨厌你做/说什么？应该是对父母不礼貌吧&lt;br /&gt;什么东西/事情对妈妈重要？&lt;br /&gt;妈妈的口头襌是什么？还饿吗？&lt;br /&gt;妈妈当年的志愿是什么？不知道...&lt;br /&gt;妈妈几岁结婚？26岁?&lt;br /&gt;妈妈年轻时做过最疯狂/有趣的事是什么？不知道...&lt;br /&gt;什么样的母亲节礼物会让妈妈最感动？今年应该是可以好好跟弟弟通电话吧。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天本来很开心的，只是到了后头不知道为什么突然接到不好的消息。我已经好久没这么开心了，不能让我好好享受一下吗？&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7457654181046466621?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7457654181046466621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7457654181046466621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7457654181046466621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7457654181046466621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/05/228.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-8189579817350748148</id><published>2008-04-27T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:00:27.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;当我和世界不一样那就让我不一样&lt;br /&gt;坚持对我来说就是以刚克刚&lt;br /&gt;我如果对自己妥协如果对自己说谎&lt;br /&gt;即使别人原谅我也不能原谅&lt;br /&gt;最美的愿望一定最疯狂&lt;br /&gt;我就是我自己的神在我活的地方&lt;br /&gt;我和我最后的倔强握紧双手绝对不放&lt;br /&gt;下一站是不是天堂就算失望不能绝望&lt;br /&gt;我和我骄傲的倔强我在风中大声的唱&lt;br /&gt;这一次为自己疯狂就这一次我和我的倔强&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对爱我的人别紧张我的固执很善良&lt;br /&gt;我的手越肮脏眼神越是发光&lt;br /&gt;你不在乎我的过往看到了我的翅膀&lt;br /&gt;你说被火烧过才能出现凤凰&lt;br /&gt;逆风的方向更适合飞翔&lt;br /&gt;我不怕千万人阻挡只怕自己投降&lt;br /&gt;我和我最后的倔强握紧双手绝对不放&lt;br /&gt;下一站是不是天堂就算失望不能绝望&lt;br /&gt;我和我骄傲的倔强我在风中大声的唱&lt;br /&gt;这一次为自己疯狂就这一次我和我的倔强&lt;br /&gt;就这一次让我大声唱&lt;br /&gt;lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;就算失望不能绝望...&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;就这一次我和我的倔强&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们今晚真的好帅，好酷。加油喔！用你们的歌声陪我度过这些不愉快的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算失望不能绝望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，突然好饿 &gt;&lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-8189579817350748148?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/8189579817350748148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=8189579817350748148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8189579817350748148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/8189579817350748148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/04/lalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-5575202345714525308</id><published>2008-04-24T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:14:17.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realised that I haven't been posting a lot lately... although I've been thinking of a lot that I wanted to post on here, somehow the fatigue and everything gets to you when you finally get down to the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's fitting that I'm posting this on a night just after PI submission, frisbee exco elections, our sig approval, a nice dinner and shakespeare 24 (: Hah. This is a feeling I haven't had for a very long time... A feeling of calm after a storm (but I guess you could say I'm just in the eye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Life is interesting, new perspectives on old things, new perspectives on new things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class camp was certainly interesting. Sibu was completely not what I expected it to be and class camp was kinda like what I expected Sibu to be. Haha. Resulted in me not being very prepared &gt;&lt; Chek Jawa was rather fun, and kayaking was fun, but tiring.. learnt a lot of new stuff too.. think I'm becoming slightly faster at looking at things from other people's perspective ;p still quite slow lah, but improving. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, but still rather happy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-5575202345714525308?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/5575202345714525308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=5575202345714525308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5575202345714525308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/5575202345714525308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/04/realised-that-i-havent-been-posting-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7193919229338487412</id><published>2008-04-16T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:39:36.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is completely and utterly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, but I can't choose not to play this game. I can't choose not to win, because that means I choose to lose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7193919229338487412?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7193919229338487412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7193919229338487412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7193919229338487412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7193919229338487412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-completely-and-utterly-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2189688311320201217</id><published>2008-03-24T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:18:59.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You and me, we used to talk&lt;br /&gt;Like a river underground&lt;br /&gt;The sewer where we used to walk.&lt;br /&gt;The hole at the end&lt;br /&gt;empties out to the pier&lt;br /&gt;Where paper boats disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I try to send this note,&lt;br /&gt;Float it like a paper boat,&lt;br /&gt;But paper sinks and words are weak.&lt;br /&gt;I try, but I don’t speak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really tried, but the words somehow get stuck on the way out. I type the emails but they somehow end up being deleted. Where was the courage I had in Sec 1? Interesting, how once familiar channels of communication become so foreign. How the paths where I once tread with confidence now seem so scary and forbidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coincidence/irony of today doesn't escape me. Maybe it's a second chance to do what I didn't dare to do all those years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes you do get a second chance eh? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2189688311320201217?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2189688311320201217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2189688311320201217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2189688311320201217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2189688311320201217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-and-me-we-used-to-talk-like-river.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2406902183865074600</id><published>2008-03-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:11:13.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that when someone finally asks me to speak, I cannot find the words to say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2406902183865074600?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2406902183865074600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2406902183865074600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2406902183865074600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2406902183865074600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-is-it-that-when-someone-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7872254532890520203</id><published>2008-03-23T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:02:46.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You hand me the tube of aloe gel, and my eyes light up. One of the rare moments when my desires and your actions actually match up. I take it without a moment's further thought. Yet when you turn to leave, my eyes fall on the streaks of wetness left by the rain on the back of your shirt and the tears start to fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion seems to be the default state of mind nowadays, along with amusement, frustration and fatigue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day, unexpected laughter, unexpected request to listen to classical music... it's a good idea. Soothes the soul, especially really beautiful music which just invite you to stop everything and listen. Evokes certain memories of quiet afternoons with every possibility and nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of life without curiosity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual snobbery, sad to say, is rather prevalent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;在新加坡，如果你不会读书，别人会看不起你的...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does meritocracy necessarily lead to intellectual snobbery? And various other kinds of snobbery? In the elimination of the traditional class society, did we merely set up another class system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Ouran be considered a anime remake of Pygmalion? Or Nobuta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7872254532890520203?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7872254532890520203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7872254532890520203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7872254532890520203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7872254532890520203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-hand-me-tube-of-aloe-gel-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-7345334950115850597</id><published>2008-03-22T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:17:43.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Solo time in Sibu made me think of how much solo time I actually go through while posting on this blog. In a way, isn't this a form of solo time too? Haha well needless to say the solo time was one of the my favourite times actually. The familiar comfort of retreating into the space you carve out for yourself, familiar feeling of letting random thoughts flow.. makes me relaxed to think about it ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent offers, shared glances, wordless acceptance. &lt;br /&gt;Words are overrated, sometimes. Speech is silver, silence is golden xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel the familiar disappointment. Can disappointment be expected? If you're disappointed it means you were hoping for something better, so you can't really expect to be disappointed, can you? Hah well there's always irrational hope of course, but still. Does the disappointment I felt mean that I actually thought things had improved? But then every time, you never fail to show me how naive I am in thinking that things can change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I am really naive. How can things change when I don't do anything about it? When I just sit there and hope that next time things will be better? Does sitting there in silence make me equally at fault? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I don't speak up to defend what I believe, when I turn away and pretend not to notice something I don't agree with - why? Fear and the long-held insecurity that nothing I can say will change your mind. I guess that's why they say like parent, like child. I will never back down, so I guess it's fair to assume you won't too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I let my guard down, the disappointment strikes the hardest. When I'm numbed by the routine of school, then I can bring myself not to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I don't want to lose the feeling of freedom. But it's so damn hard to cling on with 10,000kg weighing you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ddr ftw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-7345334950115850597?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/7345334950115850597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=7345334950115850597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7345334950115850597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/7345334950115850597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/03/solo-time-in-sibu-made-me-think-of-how.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-6544175397700688387</id><published>2008-03-04T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:24:24.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every anomaly has a (simple) reason, often not the reason you're looking for, but still, a reason. Occam's razor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day, apart from the whole "kill me now"/"I want to die" discomfort from my terrible tuesday blues... but still learnt a lot today ^^ Like, most anomalies have a simple cause which results in them not being anomalies... Like, beyond that polished exterior may actually be someone who isn't coping well. Like, little things that you thought were insignificant actually made an impact on someone else's life. Lastly, the most important thing I learnt today - don't believe anything anyone tells you. (including this statement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to look back and see how we thought jc would be like. Like the time we said that we would be free during the march hols to go tioman tgt 0.o Haha, those days feel very slack... and very very far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it feasible to provide public assistance mainly in the form of transport vouchers/food vouchers to prevent abuse? What would be the problems other than logistics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should atheists be represented in the inter-religious confidence circles? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, was I the only one who didn't expect Mas Selamat to be caught? 0.o Not a very big optimist, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the happiest of all, I got into biophilia ^^ the love of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-6544175397700688387?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/6544175397700688387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=6544175397700688387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6544175397700688387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/6544175397700688387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/03/every-anomaly-has-simple-reason-often.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22832606.post-2188768210522947809</id><published>2008-02-19T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:01:17.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm... afraid of fading away into mediocrity. Afraid of never being able to do the things that I want to accomplish because I wasn't good enough, because I lacked the ability to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I would say not to give up, but I've already given up too. Why bother fighting for something you never believed in, never felt for in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22832606-2188768210522947809?l=sandsearain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/feeds/2188768210522947809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22832606&amp;postID=2188768210522947809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2188768210522947809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22832606/posts/default/2188768210522947809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandsearain.blogspot.com/2008/02/im.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel (:</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
