<?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-6619304578438952184</id><updated>2012-02-26T01:16:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ a lifetime of words ]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-179071389760868401</id><published>2012-02-25T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T00:51:55.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Printer jam</title><content type='html'>Omg the freakiest shit just happened to me just now. I was happily in the middle of printing CSC articles which I'm supposed to have read but I have not because of reasons, and the as-old-as-time lousy flimsy blank-on-one-page score paper just scrunched up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the printer made this HUGE noise and I was so sure that my parents would have woken up. Luckily they didn't, if not I would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of a time&amp;nbsp;the as-old-as-time lousy flimsy blank-on-one-page score papers that I always use have gotten jammed in the printer, so I was thinking like, oh, okay, I can just pull the thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only different thing this time was that the&amp;nbsp;the as-old-as-time lousy flimsy blank-on-one-page score paper was REALLY scrunched up in the printer and stuck underneath the ink&amp;nbsp;cartridge&amp;nbsp;thing and I could only pull out the paper bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled out everything I could pull out majority of the&amp;nbsp;the as-old-as-time lousy flimsy blank-on-one-page score paper was still stuck. I was trying not to freak out while trying to dislodge the thing for ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY FINALLY CAME OUT. Omg. I will never use&amp;nbsp;the as-old-as-time lousy flimsy blank-on-one-page score papers ever again. Instead I will use the as-old-as-time not so lousy and not flimsy blank-on-one-page score papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-179071389760868401?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/179071389760868401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=179071389760868401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/179071389760868401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/179071389760868401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/printer-jam.html' title='Printer jam'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-497735532450928072</id><published>2012-02-23T03:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T06:56:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRD SLEEP CYCLE AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Okay this is getting reaaaaaaaaaaally weird. Even for me. Because I only slept at around 3 am doing CSC, I was super sleepy when I got home yesterday. After doing tuition hw I went to sleep at 7, thinking that I'll wake up at around 10, which obviously I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I did wake up it was 1.37 am. So I was like uhhhhh okay and set an alarm for 3.15. So I've been up since then! Taking this chance to have a blog post at such a weird timing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new KHR chapter!!! Omg I can't take the shiptease anymore can they just get married already. LOLS. Okay I mean yeah on top of that I AM very concerned with the plot progression too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(do not own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1S8rKxq6pUI/T0VGAsFPq_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RIwi1VqYg34/s1600/g004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1S8rKxq6pUI/T0VGAsFPq_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RIwi1VqYg34/s400/g004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYuD4UlB4GA/T0VGF8d4M2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0l1Pev3R72I/s1600/tumblr_lzsyadUDgO1qd9vlb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYuD4UlB4GA/T0VGF8d4M2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0l1Pev3R72I/s1600/tumblr_lzsyadUDgO1qd9vlb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh I think it's just me being a rabid fangirl/shipper but it kinda looks like a blush on Hibari's face on the 4th panel. Yeah just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to get on to what I woke up at 3 am to accomplish! Bio! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-497735532450928072?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/497735532450928072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=497735532450928072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/497735532450928072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/497735532450928072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/weird-sleep-cycle-again.html' title='WEIRD SLEEP CYCLE AGAIN'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1S8rKxq6pUI/T0VGAsFPq_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RIwi1VqYg34/s72-c/g004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7259807310619748291</id><published>2012-02-21T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T22:46:55.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUd4f6beLRA/T0OuBpItx4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hU--pqXOUvA/s1600/tumblr_lv56vtv7el1qbcgxao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUd4f6beLRA/T0OuBpItx4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hU--pqXOUvA/s1600/tumblr_lv56vtv7el1qbcgxao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty picture to make myself feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSCESSAY/TUITIONHW/BIOREVISION/MATHREVISION/CSCMAGAZINE/NEWSARTICLES/ABCDEFG/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7259807310619748291?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7259807310619748291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7259807310619748291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7259807310619748291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7259807310619748291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/pretty.html' title='Pretty♥'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUd4f6beLRA/T0OuBpItx4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hU--pqXOUvA/s72-c/tumblr_lv56vtv7el1qbcgxao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-3401503944895573319</id><published>2012-02-16T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T18:55:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>(do not own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvTV5-lmI8o/Tzzfv1ouZZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-vl-L56tql8/s1600/h017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvTV5-lmI8o/Tzzfv1ouZZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-vl-L56tql8/s640/h017.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I SO TOTALLY THOUGHT THIS'LL HAPPEN OMG OK MORE LIKE I WAS RABIDLY HOPING BUT OMG IT REALLY HAPPENED! KYAAAAAAAA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It would have been even better if Dino said 'my beloved pupil' but yeah you can't ask for too much. THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH ALREADY IT'S LIKE ALL MY FANGIRL DREAMS COME TRUE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just a post to release some stress &amp;gt;) Oh and I didn't get zero for CSC! Actually it was fairly okay LOLS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-3401503944895573319?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/3401503944895573319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=3401503944895573319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3401503944895573319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3401503944895573319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/omg-omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvTV5-lmI8o/Tzzfv1ouZZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-vl-L56tql8/s72-c/h017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-217769448660000540</id><published>2012-02-15T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:28:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>但愿人长久 千里共婵娟</title><content type='html'>HX if you don't know what it means GOOGLE IT. It's words of consolation anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just saw this on FB! Maybe it'll be a good laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgc6weQHXKk/Tzuy9rPojtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cEaX_P-eY0c/s1600/388498_10150370424486711_196733881710_8673247_1658310090_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgc6weQHXKk/Tzuy9rPojtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cEaX_P-eY0c/s1600/388498_10150370424486711_196733881710_8673247_1658310090_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um I don't really know what to say and I don't think typing empty words here will do much good, so I just want to tell you that if you're emo or anything you can text/call/whatever me anytime. I'll be more than glad to have an excuse to throw down whatever shit I have on my hands at the moment anyway. LOLS just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah hope you get the point that you can always contact me if you need someone to talk to (or you're just bored)! You can even crash at my house (please only crash after six on weekdays and twelve during weekends LOLS). And you can ask about school work also as long as I know how to do XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please feel better and get well soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS can you send me the link to the sad 8059 strip or sth LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway life sucks like shit now seeing how I screwed up the chem quiz yesterday, I realised how to do the stupid question right after I handed the paper in. It like just DAWNED on me. Really. I wasn't even thinking about it and it was like *ENLIGHTENMENT*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP timed practise was shit too! But it's the first time so I guess it's still not THAT terrible since I didn't get a single digit -.- I WILL AT LEAST PASS THE THING THE NEXT TIME OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to be proud of is that I still manage to finish all the hw/tutorials way before the teacher goes through them, so yeah. Shall do the bio tutorial after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a shitty day that ends at 445 with five periods of breaks! PLUS we will also be getting back our first CSC essay and I am praying pretty hard that I don't get a zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have four days of news articles to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed for tomorrow morning but I won't hope for much :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-217769448660000540?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/217769448660000540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=217769448660000540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/217769448660000540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/217769448660000540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_15.html' title='但愿人长久 千里共婵娟'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgc6weQHXKk/Tzuy9rPojtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cEaX_P-eY0c/s72-c/388498_10150370424486711_196733881710_8673247_1658310090_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4916154196897223454</id><published>2012-02-06T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T22:44:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go</title><content type='html'>Lol before we actually go anywhere, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GopckR7ojhc/Ty--XMh4BCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QdDnYRtD4IY/s1600/tumblr_lyylpjG4ya1qcat8ho1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GopckR7ojhc/Ty--XMh4BCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QdDnYRtD4IY/s320/tumblr_lyylpjG4ya1qcat8ho1_r1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Damn right you are, random manga person whom I do not know (though you're probably from some random BL manga seeing how this pic came from this NSFW blog).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a tornado of learning, except the actual learning did not happen. Math- finished inequalities, starting on AP &amp;amp; GP the next lecture. Chem- got the new atomic structure notes. Bio- finished cell organelles, started on cell membrane, finishing on cell membrane and starting on biological molecules the next lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So this leaves us with new tutorials to do, and chem test next week, bio test on water properties, cell organelles and carbohydrates and lipds plus math test on graphs and inequalities on the same day in Week 9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went for tuition just now, and it was torturous because laoshi's food smelled so damn good and I was so damn hungry. Even laoshi is being hard on us. We had the following conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Laoshi: Jia Qi, how many inequalities worksheets have you done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: A lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Laoshi:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Laoshi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Laoshi: Here's another one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then on the train home:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Zeqi: Eh you know my seniors said that the first three months of senior high is supposed to be a breeze. The real deal comes later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me and Choy Mun: ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then when I came home I went positively nuts. Here's what happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: HOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: Oh you're back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: (clutches doorknob) ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: GAHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp;UGHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: 抓狂啊你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I have like A ****ING LOT of homework (plus tuition is NOT helping), I'm blogging here because I think I'll feel better after relieving some of these emotions. Yeah. It's not like I say anything much so I have to express through writing or it will not be good for my health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'll post some anime pics here next time to make myself feel better.&amp;nbsp;Oh and thanks HX for your encouragement! LOLS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So now the hell begins, and here we go, to meet this fate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4916154196897223454?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4916154196897223454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4916154196897223454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4916154196897223454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4916154196897223454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GopckR7ojhc/Ty--XMh4BCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QdDnYRtD4IY/s72-c/tumblr_lyylpjG4ya1qcat8ho1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4970104802605340811</id><published>2012-02-05T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:08:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I WISH AH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theskinnyartist.tumblr.com/post/14074721923"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DL9tgrNzck/Ty4lgDCo7tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wKJ8Bm3ldOU/s1600/tumblr_lw1yq1gVDS1qkgvd1o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This really describes my feelings now. I am like so sleepy, after sleeping at 1 plus yesterday and waking up at 7.30 for tuition this morning. I almost fell asleep just now but managed to get up in time -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since school restarted after CNY I've been getting around with around 6 hours of sleep everyday. Including the weekends. This is like intolerable for someone like me, but surprisingly I'm still fine. Mostly. Just pissed. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Only left with the AQ for the compre, and I really, really don't feel like doing. I don't feel like doing the PW tutorial either. Nor the CSC essay. But we can't always do what we want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Work is 'what most of us reluctantly have to do a lot of the time', as John Jameson (the author of the BLOODY compre passage) says.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The author himself agrees that people are reluctant to do work, and his essay is made into a compre passage, and students are reluctant to do the compre passage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't that quite ironic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll iron my shirts after this post. That is, if I manage to get the clothes in. Yes, I'd rather iron clothes than do the AQ. And my other homework.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Something else that I randomly saw on tumblr:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scottzzzz.tumblr.com/post/16480723225"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHPY6xAPugM/Ty43cbg02GI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kmsLg96e7Pk/s320/tumblr_lydi7deamn1qfdwsio1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Omg I almost accidentally posted a NSFW pic instead -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4970104802605340811?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4970104802605340811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4970104802605340811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4970104802605340811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4970104802605340811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='A lazy Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DL9tgrNzck/Ty4lgDCo7tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wKJ8Bm3ldOU/s72-c/tumblr_lw1yq1gVDS1qkgvd1o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4164414922817757078</id><published>2012-02-03T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:05:09.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana and OOCness</title><content type='html'>Janelle said that name suits me on the way home today. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SURVIVED ANOTHER WEEK OF SCHOOL. Today was absolutely horrible. Lol I remember using that to describe a lot of days, but today was especially absolutely horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring the math notes+assignment in the morning, so I ran back home to take it before Mildred and co. came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was supposed to collect the chem practical and everybody was like, Jia Qi here, here, Jia Qi, blah, that I got so confused that I handed in my lecture notes instead of the practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the lecture started afterwards I was like OMFG WHERE ARE MY NOTES, before noticing the practical booklet in my folder where the lecture notes were supposed to be. I ran to tell the teacher about this hideous blunder and he looked very exasperated and amused at the same time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat anything for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really very sleepy now but I can't sleep because there's tons of homework. And I have tuition tomorrow morning so I can't sleep in either. Nor can I for Sunday, because there's tuition on Sunday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the chem lecture was almost finishing there was one last example question left. I think everyone in the audi almost died when the lecturer looked like she wanted to go through that question also. Thank god she didn't. Everyone must have felt the same way about the week, since when the lecture finally finished everyone was like WAH CHIONG OUT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I was saying that the teacher is gonna have a boy, because her belly looks pointy. Hannah asked her about it today and she really said her baby's a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird talent I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just suddenly got reminded of this story of a evil concubine who told the king that she could tell the gender of a foetus just by looking, and the king proved her guesses right by getting random pregnant women and ripping open their stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How morbid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4164414922817757078?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4164414922817757078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4164414922817757078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4164414922817757078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4164414922817757078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/diana.html' title='Diana and OOCness'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6077273590018415984</id><published>2012-02-02T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:26:33.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the third week of lessons but I'm already feeling so, so tired. Lectures are like SIAN and tutorials are like SIANNER and free periods are mostly wasted. Ok it's not like I'm falling behind or anything, but it's just so-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try really hard to be a good student, like I'm finally doing daily&amp;nbsp;maintenance&amp;nbsp;of my notes, and I finish the tutorials way before lesson and stuff. So the studies part is coming along fine, for once. For now, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main reason I'm so worn out these days is because I'm so damn hungry half the time. Yeah, there's free periods but the canteen is so far away and I don't really feel like eating bread. And I shouldn't eat that much anyway. But yeah. Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I urgently need to do now is 1) bathe, 2) start on the bio essay, 3) finish the bio essay and start the chem tutorial (oh speaking of chem there's finally something fun to do, balancing redox equations) and 4) do the CSC article review thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of blogging over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm on the subject, bio essay. OH GOD THE BIO ESSAY. It was making me legitly regretting not taking triple science in Y3 so that I could've taken physics this year, at least for a little while. A 10 marks essay needs to be at least a page long. Talk about difficult marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSC is starting to sound really scary too. Today laoshi was cheerfully saying that it's alright if we get zero for the first few written works. It's alright if we get zero, she says, because everybody starts off like that, it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to get zero, it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she's only telling us this now is because it's already February and we can't change subjects anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6077273590018415984?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6077273590018415984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6077273590018415984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6077273590018415984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6077273590018415984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/02/uhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Uhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6334584722631208534</id><published>2012-01-28T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:47:08.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY♥</title><content type='html'>OMG I GOT IT FINALLY~ 8DDDDDDDDDD So happy now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I'm really weird 'cause times like these make me really very happy -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6334584722631208534?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6334584722631208534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6334584722631208534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6334584722631208534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6334584722631208534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/yay.html' title='YAY♥'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6990794135182316489</id><published>2012-01-28T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:28:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grah</title><content type='html'>Omg there's this question of chem that I've been stuck at for damn long and all the equations are right BUT THE MOLE RATIO IS JUST WRONG OH GOD WHY IS IT WRONG WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6990794135182316489?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6990794135182316489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6990794135182316489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6990794135182316489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6990794135182316489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/grah.html' title='Grah'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-3967971549158312540</id><published>2012-01-28T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:33:11.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about epic sleep cycles</title><content type='html'>So I reached home at around 5 yesterday, and sat around at usual. Then I decided to take a nap at around 6, thinking that I'll probably wake up at 9 or 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I woke up at 5am today, still wearing my school uniform. I decided to heck it and proceeded to sleep until 7. Then I got up and bathed and chionged my tuition hw from last week -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd think that I had enough sleep after 13 hours of it, but apparently not. I almost fell asleep while reading A Clash of Kings just now. And I would have, if not for the fact that I suddenly sensed this presence and saw my father edging into my room (probably to check whether I've decided to drop dead again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this headache now and I'm going to get some coffee and hope it'll get better. And hopefully get around to doing homework later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-3967971549158312540?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/3967971549158312540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=3967971549158312540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3967971549158312540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3967971549158312540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/talk-about-epic-sleep-cycles.html' title='Talk about epic sleep cycles'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7244102904543492996</id><published>2012-01-26T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:17:40.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My, my</title><content type='html'>I FOUND ANOTHER RANDOM BL MANGA TO READ =.= LUCKILY I REACHED HOME EARLY TODAY AH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7244102904543492996?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7244102904543492996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7244102904543492996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7244102904543492996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7244102904543492996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-my.html' title='My, my'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-9214925442256168273</id><published>2012-01-25T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:52:05.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end has come</title><content type='html'>Before I begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah as I was saying (okay not really), the CNY holidays are like over, and I don't think there'll be anymore breaks until the one in March. Which probably won't even be a break. The Darker and Edgier schoolwork is going to set in, and Ramped up to Eleven whether we like it or not. So there are a few things I hope to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, lose the 10kg I'd probably gained in the past week. And lose more weight hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, STOP SPENDING ALL MY FREE TIME READING BL MANGA. I SHOULD BE READING PAPERS FOR GOODNESS' SAKE. Come think of it, I SHOULD BE STUDYING SO HARD THAT I WON'T EVEN HAVE FREE TIME. LOL I don't think that'll happen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, be more proactive in my work. And stop obsessing over everything. Okay that's almost the same as Two but yeah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm as you can see I'm blogging here when I should be finishing my half-finished bio essay question and reading the GP packages and reading my papers or something. So yeah clearly Two and Three are not gonna work out the way I hope they would. And the stop obsessing over things part is not working either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, a girl can dream, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I only have a few lessons tomorrow. It's my slack day! Hannah and I are planning to clean our locker after school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to doing bio, but before I end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-9214925442256168273?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/9214925442256168273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=9214925442256168273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9214925442256168273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9214925442256168273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/end-has-come.html' title='The end has come'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-3932899381724205104</id><published>2012-01-25T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:26:38.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY OH WHY</title><content type='html'>SOMEBODY JUST DIED IN ICE FIRE AGAIN OMG WHY DDDDDDDDD8 ALL THE PEOPLE I LIKE SOME MORE. WHY DON'T THE PEOPLE I DON'T LIKE EVER DIE. THEY'RE NOT ALL MADE UP OF ANTAGONISTS OKAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-3932899381724205104?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/3932899381724205104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=3932899381724205104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3932899381724205104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3932899381724205104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-oh-why.html' title='WHY OH WHY'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-1529702705163842176</id><published>2012-01-23T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:34:58.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm liking Tyrion more and more</title><content type='html'>Tyrion: (blahblahblah...) Inform my sister that I will attend her on my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronn: She won't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyrion: Good. The longer Cersei waits, the angrier she'll become, and anger makes her stupid. I much prefer angry and stupid to composed and cunning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-1529702705163842176?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/1529702705163842176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=1529702705163842176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1529702705163842176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1529702705163842176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-liking-tyrion-more-and-more.html' title='I&apos;m liking Tyrion more and more'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6698466128240987963</id><published>2012-01-20T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:01:25.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY homework</title><content type='html'>To do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio tutorial&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chem tutorial&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math tutorial&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSC article review&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;To read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSC articles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP packages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP past year paper&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio prac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chem prac&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio lecture notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upcoming tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio (water properties, cell organelles, biological molecules), T1W8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP timed practice, TIW5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Etc?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay so fun right~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6698466128240987963?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6698466128240987963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6698466128240987963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6698466128240987963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6698466128240987963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-homework.html' title='CNY homework'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4434461971971382067</id><published>2012-01-20T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:33:48.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>The first week of SH has drawn to a close! Still that one word: SURVIVAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH I SURVIVED THE FIRST WEEK OF SH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lol this makes it sound really bad, but yeah it IS every bit as bad as it sounds. I think the only reason I still don't exactly feel like dropping dead (though I'm halfway there anyway) right after reaching home is because this is only the first week, and the teachers are going easy on us. Both with the pace and the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CNY we're starting on redox for chem and more graphs for math and god-knows-what for bio and CSC and compre techniques for GP, so it's gonna be Darker and Edgier and ramped Up to Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free periods are actually kinda like a bonus, because you can slack for like five minutes before proceeding with chionging your tutorials. And because of the free periods the days are actually less tiring than in JH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the homework. Ahaha~ We need to like finish the whole set of chem tutorials (lol I kinda finished most of it already but still) and for bio and math also. Ahaha~ And read four long articles and prepare some review for CSC. And read some GP stuff too! Ahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think there's gonna be a timed compre/bio lecture test soon too! Ahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had like three hours of chem straight today, two hours of practical and one hour of lecture. Heated some magnesium violently in a crucible for it to form magnesium oxide. It was really boring lol. I accidentally overturned the crucible so the MgO powder fell out and I was trying to get most of it back into the crucible. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday I rented a locker! It's one of those long lockers like in schools in ang moh countries. It's outside the library there, I'm sharing it with Hannah~ We're thinking of putting some shelf in there because it plainly makes no sense to just pile our stuff at the bottom and waste all the space on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm so yeah hopefully I can still enjoy my CNY? I HAVE NO FURTHER PROGRESS WITH A CLASH OF KINGS and I've been hoping to finish it during the break, so I'll try to chiong out my hw by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4434461971971382067?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4434461971971382067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4434461971971382067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4434461971971382067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4434461971971382067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8888352591823847080</id><published>2012-01-19T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T18:50:05.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omigosh</title><content type='html'>Omigosh omigosh omigosh. Yeah well you get the idea. Just finished reading the newest KHR update and OMIGOSH REBORN CURSE RELEASED SO HOT OMIGOSH SO COOL SO HOT OMIGOSH I WONDER WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN OMIGOSH 8059 SHIP TEASE OMGOSH even though I don't even ship them but still OMIGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8888352591823847080?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8888352591823847080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8888352591823847080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8888352591823847080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8888352591823847080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/omigosh.html' title='Omigosh'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7504122217625205353</id><published>2012-01-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:37:54.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>I was reading my old blogposts from way back 4 years ago, and I now have this really bad impression of 12-year-old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a weird kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I mean like, you can't blame me (more like I can't blame myself), I was only twelve when I started this blog, but OMG I WAS STILL SO WEIRD. LOL. Like my way of typing? I used really weird short forms that look plain childish now, but I guess back then I thought it was cool or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I suppose I am even weirder now as an old teenager than as a kid, so whatever. Well, at least I don't type like that anymore and I do try very hard to blog in proper sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7504122217625205353?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7504122217625205353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7504122217625205353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7504122217625205353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7504122217625205353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/lol.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7892758715022933830</id><published>2012-01-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:39:41.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of SH</title><content type='html'>One word: SURVIVAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding. All those rumors you've heard about JC are 100% true. LOL okay maybe not lah, but they definitely have some basis to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free periods passed very quickly. Even the 1.5h one. And I'm really glad that I had this crazy motivation to complete all the homework yesterday, because I don't see how I'm gonna have time during weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the first day of school, the content was quite okay. But the lectures. OH GOD THE LECTURES. The lectures are INSANE. ABSOLUTELY INSANE. The math one was still fine since it was all recap, but even so it was already very fast paced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bio one was hell. It was like the last lesson of the day so I was already feeling a bit sleepy. Plus the teacher was kinda just reading off the lecture notes so it was quite boring also. AND IT WAS SO DAMN FAST. I was like ....HUH.... while the keywords like polar and non-polar and electronegative were like bouncing right off me. So it's like, lecture already like never lecture like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was complaining to my father about this and saying I need to reread the lecture notes. And he was like all, lol 现在你对学习比较感兴趣 le horh. LOLLOLLOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GONNA REREAD THE LECTURE NOTES. LIKE NOW. I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE MOTIVATED IN MY LIFE TO READ ABOUT WATER MOLECULES. THEY ARE LIKE SO INTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding LOL. But I AM gonna reread the lecture notes. And read the bio practical. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and HX, my notes for each subject aren't three inches high but I think this is only because it's only day 1. However all my notes I have now are about three inches altogether. And I am getting anoter $6 worth of GP notes tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7892758715022933830?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7892758715022933830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7892758715022933830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7892758715022933830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7892758715022933830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-1-of-sh.html' title='Day 1 of SH'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4220499176477298767</id><published>2012-01-15T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:07:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LESSONS TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>Okay so lessons officially start tomorrow, and -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I mean like I can't put the F word here right? I'm kinda anticipating but quite worried also. About the subjects. And PW. And everything. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was orientation. It was quite fun I guess! :D And I did not get into the mudbath on Thursday so I remained (mostly) clean. I was only in the sun without sunblock for one afternoon and I got darker :( All my efforts hikikomoring in the holidays have been wasted D8 LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even school yet and we already have homework. Quite a lot, for that matter. The chem was like, ugh. Thousands of easy little practise questions. Very irritating. And I chionged out most of the GP package (that I did not even TOUCH in the holidays) this afternoon! It took only 2+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been filled with tuition, tuition hw, and hw. I haven't even had much time to read my book. I did, however, read another manga. Make that two. Short mangas, but yeah. One of them is like a collection of one-shots but they're all related. By the Sekaiichi mangaka! Unlike Sekaiichi (and Junjo for that matter) these two are relatively safe for work! Yay! Shocking! They're quite good also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO tired. I don't see how I'm gonna survive next week. And I don't think it would be good if I die in the very first week of proper school either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we'll see how that'll work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4220499176477298767?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4220499176477298767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4220499176477298767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4220499176477298767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4220499176477298767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/lessons-tomorrow.html' title='LESSONS TOMORROW'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8141540780234011734</id><published>2012-01-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:21:32.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>First day of Year 5/JC 1/Senior High/WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt... not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like driving up to school and seeing cute pudgy little Year 1s? IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS LIKE THAT. YES CHEESY BUT I'M GONNA SAY IT AGAIN. IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was four years ago, and now I'm wearing new uniform to the school to start SH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD THE HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember looking at the SH people when I was in JH and thinking they're so otherworldy -.- Oh and now I totally understand why they have to walk so slowly. The skirt is not made for striding. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was quite slack and passed rather quickly, we attended a couple of introductory lectures and got to know our classmates a little. My class is quite civil. And I actually made new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back our O Level HCL results in the hall. Even though I was completely cool about it all the way until about half an hour before the thing, I got completely uncool in the hall and started clutching at just about whoever. I made this HIIEEEE right before getting the cert and I think the teacher was damn amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good sitting together as 4C one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off with Hannah JY and Yu Qian to spam a lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSfNRh2C4fM/Twr2SRkXzaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3g0NVfTKZuA/s1600/374201_10150500362049694_609509693_8475096_1221033212_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSfNRh2C4fM/Twr2SRkXzaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3g0NVfTKZuA/s320/374201_10150500362049694_609509693_8475096_1221033212_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y1/2 friends :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSkZwPgCyNI/Twr2TlPRWUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iahMcOVNKhM/s1600/383272_10150500362444694_609509693_8475100_1157525810_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSkZwPgCyNI/Twr2TlPRWUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iahMcOVNKhM/s320/383272_10150500362444694_609509693_8475100_1157525810_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friendship rings from YQ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEyZAlwOyQE/Twr2VeIRh6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QBpo5T8gvW4/s1600/388369_10150500360034694_609509693_8475078_1102255616_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEyZAlwOyQE/Twr2VeIRh6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QBpo5T8gvW4/s320/388369_10150500360034694_609509693_8475078_1102255616_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow we always end up in this pose LOLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we walked up to our homerooms and mine is like the furthest one away from civilisation -.- They've installed aircons in the classrooms. For some weird reason the remotes are like embedded in this glass case on the wall and the only exposed button is the ON/OFF one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went home with Hannah after the bio lecture! Was damn nervous about HX's results LOLS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was very sleepy for quite a while, until I ACCIDENTALLY READ ANOTHER DEATH SPOILER. I WANNA GOURGE OUT MY EYES. I'm scared of reading the book now D8&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and I took like ten minutes trying to fix the uniform this morning -.- And it all came out in the end anyway. I shall just tuck everything in tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8141540780234011734?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8141540780234011734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8141540780234011734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8141540780234011734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8141540780234011734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSfNRh2C4fM/Twr2SRkXzaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3g0NVfTKZuA/s72-c/374201_10150500362049694_609509693_8475096_1221033212_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2427144277262455797</id><published>2012-01-08T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:00:56.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big no</title><content type='html'>It's almost eleven o'clock as I'm typing this. School starts in nine hours. I'll be going to school in eight hours. I'll be waking up to school in seven-and-a-half hours. The school holidays are official over in one hour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that just sooooo awesome?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2427144277262455797?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2427144277262455797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2427144277262455797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2427144277262455797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2427144277262455797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-no.html' title='Big no'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6058656856210998872</id><published>2012-01-07T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:09:12.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character impressions</title><content type='html'>First, Jon. My favourite character! He's the closest thing you can get to a protagonist in the story, and seems to be the shonen hero character type. Not in a bad way, but he can get really, REALLY, angsty. Remains likable enough, plus bonus points added his many ho yay moments. Like in his last POV he tried to run away but his friends went after him and convinced him to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it can't be helped (the ho yay I mean) because he's in a brotherhood of brothers (Department of Redundancy Department LOLS) sworn to dedicate their lives to guard the Wall and never marry. So doesn't really leave any other options..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Eddard 'Ned' Stark. The classic righteous lord character type. Strong, silent, firm, loyal, kind, a good husband and father, and did I mention righteous and lordly? Yeah, that's Lord Stark for you. Unfortunately, he is also very stubborn and holds honour above all else. He refuses to do anything that is 'not honourable' even if it was to save his own life, the last moment when he finally yields is already too late. So you can guess what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Ned's wife, Catelyn. Sort of a Woman Wearing the Queenly Mask (see TVtropes~). She's a good mother and wife, but very mean to Ned's illegitimate son Jon. I found her rather irritating for a period of them but I guess now she's okay. Because she manages to remain strong for her son, even after all that's happened. But it still doesn't change the fact that her actions sort of triggered the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, Ned's legitimate sons and daughter, Robb and Bran and Arya. I like them~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, Ned's other legitimate daughter, Sansa. Refer to rant on her from few days ago. LOLS. She remains irritating but her fate now is quite sad, so I guess she's like that boy from Kuroshitsuji II? Like damn irritating but you'll still feel sorry for them? According to what HX said anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, the Lannisters. Cersei the Queen and her twin brother Jamie, and their dwarf brother Tyrion. I like Tyrion. Because he's smart and witty. End of story. LOLS. Cersei and Jamie are the antagonists and Cersei is like some Lady Macbeth character, the God Save Us from the Queen trope type. There's a plot revelation about her and Jamie so I won't post it here but HX you might be able to guess it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, Daenerys. She's the last princess of the fallen Old Dynasty, married to some powerful tribe leader. She's the next closest thing to a protagonist in the story, because she's the main character in her plotline which is (currently) still not intertwined with the other main characters'. I think her life is really damn sad, like when everything finally goes right for her for a little while, THEY ALL FELL APART ANYWAY. But at the end of the first book she manages to get over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's about all I have to write! Going to start on the second book later 8D 8D 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6058656856210998872?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6058656856210998872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6058656856210998872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6058656856210998872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6058656856210998872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/character-impressions.html' title='Character impressions'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2141413570069964149</id><published>2012-01-07T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:44:55.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK.</title><content type='html'>I went to the library and back in half an hour. That's a new personal record. LOL. It was so damn hot outside, but ooh look, once I get back into the house the sky darks and the wind starts blowing. 'Outside' still hates me as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, THE BOOK. It has 1009 pages of content in all, including the appendix. One thousand and nine pages. And so damn heavy. It may as well be the thickest novel I've ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying to write a fail review and my impressions (from the first book) of the characters next! HX you can read it if you like 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2141413570069964149?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2141413570069964149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2141413570069964149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2141413570069964149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2141413570069964149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/back.html' title='BACK.'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2415486254524387385</id><published>2012-01-07T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:43:43.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE.</title><content type='html'>With A Game of Thrones, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended with the war in progression, multiple people crowning themselves King (now I know why book two is called A Clash of Kings -.-) and many, many dead characters. It's epic. Just epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there'll be more new characters introduced in the second book because at this rate there won't be anyone left for the author to kill off -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the library now to collect book two :D maybe I'll do my character analyses when I get back~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2415486254524387385?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2415486254524387385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2415486254524387385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2415486254524387385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2415486254524387385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/done.html' title='DONE.'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4200531104684242955</id><published>2012-01-06T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:03:12.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiter is still nicer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I THINK HE LOOKS BETTER BLACKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LIKE MORE QI ZHI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;NO LOH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WHITER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;BLACKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WHITER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;BLACKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WHITER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I'M LAUGHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOLLOLLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;ME TOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;THIS IS RETARDED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;BLACKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;YEAH LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;THIS IS FUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;NO WHITER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;BLACKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WHITERRRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;BLACKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WHITERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;did you even see him blacker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;the first show i saw of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;he was quite black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;BLACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WHITE, I TELL YOU. WHITE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4200531104684242955?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4200531104684242955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4200531104684242955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4200531104684242955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4200531104684242955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/whiter-is-still-nicer.html' title='Whiter is still nicer'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7137946893961520844</id><published>2012-01-06T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:19:33.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilers kill</title><content type='html'>I have like prided my life on reading everything about a series before I actually start on it, HX you would know all about it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But accidentally reading a MAJOR plot spoiler about A Song of Ice and Fire? I can just go kill myself now. To make it worse, it's a character death. By now it's already very clear that in this series Anyone Can Die, but I have not seen this coming. I could not have seen this coming. It's my own fault for reading the Too Cool to Live page anyway, but I thought it was somebody else who'd died.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some more before I closed the tab while squawking in disbelief I managed to see this comment about the death's HBO rendering. IF IT'S ALREADY&amp;nbsp;DRAMATISED IT MEANS THAT IT HAPPENS IN THE FIRST BOOK. THAT CHARACTER IS GOING TO DIE IN LESS THAN 250 PAGES.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY COULDN'T SANSA HAVE DIED INSTEAD. Omg speaking of Sansa, she's even more irritating in the HBO drama, if it's even possible. But it apparently is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I got so traumatised by the spoiler that I am now reading Higurashi to calm myself down. How twisted can I get 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7137946893961520844?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7137946893961520844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7137946893961520844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7137946893961520844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7137946893961520844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/spoilers-kill.html' title='Spoilers kill'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7100587427009564746</id><published>2012-01-06T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:41:27.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book progress III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j82cAI8P8x4/TwXSUuWuOsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v-l6u8UATko/s1600/2012-01-06+00.35.45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j82cAI8P8x4/TwXSUuWuOsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v-l6u8UATko/s320/2012-01-06+00.35.45.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yay I'm finally this much through! I think I can finish it by tomorrow :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Few things to talk about. One, I've finally reached another two Jon POVs, and I couldn't even read it straight. BECAUSE THEY WERE SO GAY. In the first one, Jon and his friends were selected from the trainees to become official guards, but Sam, his ho yay buddy was left out. Jon was so worried that Sam would get bullied that he went to persuade the higher-ups into making Sam a official guard too. I was on the MRT while reading this part today, and it took all my self-restrain to not squee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second POV was less gay but still gay so I giggled and woke up my father who was sleeping -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and Jon seems quite a shonen manga protagonist. A good shonen manga protagonist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Two, my liking for Catelyn Stark and (I can't believe I'm saying this) Cersei Lannister has increased considerably. Because a freaking irritating woman was introduced: Catelyn's sister, Lysa. Oh my god, she is just so irritating. And her son too. She's so irritating to the point that I can't describe her, just to give an impression, here's what TVtropes has to say:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MyBelovedSmother"&gt;My Beloved Smother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Lysa is creepily over-protective of her kid. She &lt;i&gt;breast-feeds&lt;/i&gt; him at the age of six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, Catelyn:&amp;nbsp;Lysa was never brave. When we were girls together, she would run and hide whenever she’d done something wrong. Perhaps she thought our lord father would forget to be wroth with her if he could not find her. It is no different now. She ran from King’s Landing for fear, to the safest place she knows, and she sits on her mountain hoping everyone will forget her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lol that was under the dirty coward trope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Three, Catelyn's 11-year-old daughter Sansa is irritating too. She's like the epitome of pampered princess. She dreams of marrying the handsome Crown Prince (ok they are&amp;nbsp;betrothed&amp;nbsp;already) and thinks about nothing except for rainbows and unicorns (not literally these lah) and pretty dresses and fancy parties and her handsome blond prince and becoming future queen and mothering pretty blond princes/princesses. Those are literal, by the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I mean like even though she's only eleven and it's not her fault, she was raised to be prim and proper, but compared to the rest of the kids in the book, she's really irritating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;EDIT: Omg now her father's been falsely accused traitor by the traitors themselves, and she's all like, I'm not like the traitor please sweet queen I love the Prince (who is now crowned king anyway) please let me marry him. Wth?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Four, this book is seriously giving me heart attacks. It was a bit boring at first but now it's like OMG CAN YOU SLOW DOWN A LITTLE. So many unexpected plot twists combined with Anyone Can Die, it successfully creates a high level of tension (omg lit f you). So while I'm really anxious to know what's gonna happen next, I'm scared to find out too. Yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just reserved Book Two! I hope I can get it before Monday~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lol I actually forgot about the number points and had to go back and add them in -.- Don't I always -.- Like in my essays, 'Firstly' is almost never followed by 'Secondly' but almost always by 'Also' and 'Other than that', etc. And if I actually reread my essays before submitting (normally I don't) I always end up adding the numberings back -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7100587427009564746?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7100587427009564746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7100587427009564746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7100587427009564746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7100587427009564746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-progress-iii.html' title='Book progress III'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j82cAI8P8x4/TwXSUuWuOsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v-l6u8UATko/s72-c/2012-01-06+00.35.45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8768447460147168669</id><published>2012-01-05T17:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:48:50.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tumblr dialogue quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Imagine Albus Severus coming out to Harry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="ul1"&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albus: Dad, I’m…gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Harry: Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was gay and he was the wisest man I’ve ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albus: Dad, you say this every time I tell you something. Stop. Just stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albus: Dad, would you mind buying some conditioner? I think we’re out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Harry: Albus Severus Potter. You were named for two Headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them never used conditioner and he was probably the greasiest man I ever knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albus: Dad, this response is really getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Harry: TWO HEADMASTERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albus: Yes, I get it, two hea—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Harry: BRAVEST AND WISEST MEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albus: Da—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Harry: THAT I EVER KNEW, BRAVEST AND WISEST, TWO OF THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Sans';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dont-lumping-yell-at-me.tumblr.com/post/15189106327/imagine-albus-severus-coming-out-to-harry"&gt;Source: dont-lumping-yell-at-me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8768447460147168669?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8768447460147168669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8768447460147168669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8768447460147168669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8768447460147168669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-tumblr-dialogue-quote.html' title='Another tumblr dialogue quote'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8938232835060478414</id><published>2012-01-04T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:22:07.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Platonic friendship'</title><content type='html'>OH YES I've been wanting to post about this for quite long, but I keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the universe of A Song of Ice and Fire, there's this organisation called the Night's Watch. They're referred to the sworn brothers of the black, or the black brothers. Already sounds soooooo suspicious right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main characters, 14 (later 15)-year-old Jon takes up the black and has foe yay not soon later with this guy called Grenn (16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon broke Grenn's wrist during training so at night Grenn (omg I keep typing Green) took three other guys to Jon's cell, in which two of them were rapers forced to take up the black. I read that part at least two times to get a clear idea of what was really going on, and not like what &lt;strike&gt;I'd like to have happened&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;what the subtext may suggest. But you can't blame me! I mean like, with lines like these?? What would you have thought? (YES HX THAT MEANS YOU LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2041097946"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DoesThisRemindYouOfAnything"&gt;"Maybe we'll break you", one of the rapers said.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DoesThisRemindYouOfAnything"&gt;"Try." Jon reached back for his sword, but one of them grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2041097937"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DoesThisRemindYouOfAnything"&gt;The boy who had his arm jerked upward on him, hard. Pain lanced through him, but Jon would not cry out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get my point now? LOL. The diction makes it all the more worse. Lance? Hello? Does this remind you of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after that, because defeat means friendship, Grenn and Jon becomes best friends. Foe yay becomes ho yay! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Grenn has married couple bickering moments with another guy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jon meets this other boy Sam who is wimpy and helpless, and Jon defends him from their trainer. But Jon gets hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"Let me," a voice said. Thick-fingered hands unfastened helm from gorget and lifted it off gently. "Did he hurt you?" (that's Sam, by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Sam share this cozy moment on the Wall, where they tell each other their life stories. After finding out the truth to Sam's cowardice, Jon even goes out of his way to threaten everybody into not hurting Sam. Sam realises that, and they have this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;One night he visited Jon in his cell. "I don't know what you did," he said, "but I know you did it." He looked away shyly. "I've never had a friend before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"We're not friends," Jon said. He put a hand on Sam's broad shoulder. "We're brothers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH LIKE HELL YOU ARE. CONTINUE STAYING IN DENIAL, JON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get a Jon POV soon, because Jon is my favourite character (he was before the ho yay started LOL but I like him even more after that) and I want more ho yay moments. LOL. I think I'm really screwed to be able to interpret serious fantasy this way. But I thought Lord of the Rings was really gay too and apparently other people think so too so yeah 8DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8938232835060478414?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8938232835060478414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8938232835060478414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8938232835060478414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8938232835060478414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/platonic-friendship.html' title='&apos;Platonic friendship&apos;'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-117475227308396604</id><published>2012-01-04T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:21:45.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Period dramas</title><content type='html'>Today was rather uneventful (YAY), we learnt about circles in tuition and Rachel Mingli and I were complaining about being in the orange house (omg my chair is orange I just realised, so are my new shoes =.=). And I'm finally downloading DRRR episodes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'M FINALLY HALFWAY THROUGH A GAME OF THRONES. After reading it on the way to and fro tuition. The characters are really really rounded and I can't bring myself to hate anybody completely (except the Lannisters oh they're so irritating, besides Tyrion), even though I rather dislike Catelyn Stark at times. Maybe I'll do a character analysis sometime LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and HX, I TOTALLY FEEL YOUR PAIN. I feel like unfollowing Hannah on Tumblr now that she keeps spamming UKISS posts. AND I AM ACTUALLY STARTING TO BE ABLE TO RECOGNISE THEM. *BIG NO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are watching endless rounds of Chinese period dramas set in the times of WWII. Mostly they involve spying and underground work and revolve around Communists as protagonists and antagonistic Nationalists and the common enemy of Japanese&amp;nbsp;Imperialist invaders AND the occasional warlords. Oh and traitors and double-crossers and back-stabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always vaguely know what's going on because I can hear the TV very loudly from my room and sometimes I randomly watch an episode or two with them LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of the dramas they've been watching has improved over time, I remember they used to always have huge casts of mostly ugly actors, and the main leads are always old/middle-aged men. My mother finds the old/middle-aged main leads attractive anyway. But the one they're watching now, she doesn't find the main lead attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the guy is actually young and hot, FOR ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he a bit act cool, but the character is SUPPOSED TO BE COOL. IT IS SO COOL. FOR ONCE. That day I just randomly flopped on the sofa and caught episode 14 or whatever, and they were like raiding this place, and the main lead pulled a totally cliche "leave me behind, I'll catch up to you later", except that it didn't seem totally cliche at the moment because IT WAS SO COOL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to think of it, it was even more cliche because he only had two lousy pistols and he was fending off this squadron and the pistols didn't seem to run out of bullets -.- There's even a trope for this but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his love interest looks too old for him. I think it's the hair. She pulls it back in a tight bun. And what sort of person still manages to look so clean and make-up-wearing in some onslaught? Beauty never gets tarnished. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall get back to my book~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-117475227308396604?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/117475227308396604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=117475227308396604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/117475227308396604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/117475227308396604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/period-dramas.html' title='Period dramas'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8798242877746234372</id><published>2012-01-03T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:40:30.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marimo: furry balls of algae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so going outside was every bit as bad as I thought it'll be. Today I discovered that 'outside' apparently hates me about as much as I hate 'outside' through a series of unfortunate events.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I left the house on time with even 5 minutes to spare. When I reached the bus stop I saw the bus whoozing away. So I had to wait for another ten plus minutes for the next bus to come. When I reached the MRT station I saw that the train was coming in 2 minutes, I even ran a little in my attempt to catch it. When I reached the platform I saw the MRT whoozing away. The next one came in 6 minutes so ended up reaching Vivo 20 minutes late in all -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I felt a bit nauseous when I was walking towards the purple line MRT, and got a stomacheache when we were window shopping. -.- I hope I manage to get over this because I have school next week and I'll die horrendously if I don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But getting together was really great! We ate at the Kopitiam and gossiped around and then we saw Berrnise (is that how you spell her name?) in school uniform and her mother. We were like gawking at her and she looked mildly freaked out. Then we walked around Vivo and JY was talking about these algae things. Then we went to some shop and discovered it was actually marimo! Omg it's so cute it's like green and round and stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that Hannah wanted to buy some cards so we went to Plaza Sing. Walked from the top to the bottom and found no game cards. LOL. We did spend a significant amount of time spazzing in Comics Connections. Hannah was going nuts about her Kpop idols. UKISS. JY says sounds like U-kimono. I think so too. Then JY looked at this display of KHR merchandise and went, why would ppl like this. Then I was like, LOL I LIKE, I LIKE A LOT. HAHA FAIL =.=&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Carried out suspicious activities and conversations with JY. We will never-get-married together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then Janelle got hungry and we went to Macs! She got a strawberry sundae and offered me some since I was looking hungrily at it. LOL. Shared one with Hannah in the end. And we camwhored on JY's pro camera that she didn't know how to use properly so the flash kept coming out at random times. And the touch screen hates me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8lOsy7znt8/TwL8fUQp64I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YaOmB01fMv0/s1600/396181_10150487799449694_609509693_8430719_401185846_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8lOsy7znt8/TwL8fUQp64I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YaOmB01fMv0/s320/396181_10150487799449694_609509693_8430719_401185846_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-licZXcm72oo/TwL8hpKEYeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v9QQzHvMkoo/s1600/375330_10150487799664694_609509693_8430721_1839510440_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-licZXcm72oo/TwL8hpKEYeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v9QQzHvMkoo/s320/375330_10150487799664694_609509693_8430721_1839510440_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K6I-IOM0jes/TwL8ik21ObI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wwqr5tGWMjk/s1600/404734_10150487798959694_609509693_8430716_1817993522_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K6I-IOM0jes/TwL8ik21ObI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wwqr5tGWMjk/s320/404734_10150487798959694_609509693_8430716_1817993522_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;JY:&amp;nbsp;NO I'M NOT AT A BAR (screwed flash)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqfceQiIoyI/TwL8lr3WkQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/u534uv8286E/s1600/376000_10150487800539694_609509693_8430729_1065611853_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqfceQiIoyI/TwL8lr3WkQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/u534uv8286E/s320/376000_10150487800539694_609509693_8430729_1065611853_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JY: LOOKS LIKE SHE'S SUSPICIOUSLY TOUCHING SOMETHING AND I'M LOOKING ON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Body Shop was on sale so I wanted to buy their mineral make up that looked like a smaller box of what HX had. But it was so crowded and the line was so damn long that I gave up -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Checked on chem tuition with Hannah on the way home. It doesn't start until next month, cause of the O level people. Which is good I guess! The timing's a bit awkward though, Sunday 12+. But since I can't make it for the Wednesday afternoon one so this is the only one I can go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reached home feeling damn worn out &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Feel much better now but I think I'll take a bath first~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY: Oysters are an&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;aphrodisiac.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8798242877746234372?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8798242877746234372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8798242877746234372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8798242877746234372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8798242877746234372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/marimo-furry-balls-of-algae.html' title='Marimo: furry balls of algae'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8lOsy7znt8/TwL8fUQp64I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YaOmB01fMv0/s72-c/396181_10150487799449694_609509693_8430719_401185846_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4139719396015248345</id><published>2012-01-03T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:11:09.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the beautifully shining white sun and the wonderous world outside</title><content type='html'>YEAH, RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to leave in about one hour's time, which means I need to start getting ready in half an hour. BUT ALL I CAN DO IS SIT HERE AND MOPE ABOUT HOW MUCH I DON'T WANT TO GO OUTSIDE. LOL. It's like so hot and the sun is glaring and even in the room I'm already like, WHAT IS THIS SUNLIGHT. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent like twenty minutes trying to find TJY's chain. I put it in this pouch with my nice things and I conveniently forgot that it was in the pouch. So I turned my entire vanity upside down and never even thought to check the pouch -.- luckily I did in the end -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start getting ready I guess &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4139719396015248345?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4139719396015248345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4139719396015248345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4139719396015248345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4139719396015248345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-beautifully-shining-white-sun-and.html' title='Of the beautifully shining white sun and the wonderous world outside'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-9219876891211197757</id><published>2012-01-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:14:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Spend most of today (and last night until about 3am) downloading and reading doujins. Hoh. I found this really good website with a LOT of uploads. The Hetalia page was like endless. I have no idea how many I downloaded, but I haven't read them all. Maybe I'll get around reading them when I'm bored and have nothing to do 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7Zv1Ki4f18/TwGRCWEVEAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4YUHP5sSAPg/s1600/2012-01-02+19.08.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7Zv1Ki4f18/TwGRCWEVEAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4YUHP5sSAPg/s200/2012-01-02+19.08.24.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still not far into the book &amp;gt;&amp;lt; It's really, really nice and all, but it takes a lot of effort to read too. It's not like young people's fiction where you can speedread through, this is high fantasy like Lord of the Rings. Which I may get around reading since I have the first book. I'm only about 300 pages through.. And I feel like sleeping early today so yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Going Vivo tomorrow too. I've been there quite a few times recently plus I really really don't want to go out except it'll probably be the last time that I'm seeing TJY for very long. So I am going to drag myself there. The things I do for love. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today might be my first time sleeping before twelve for like a moth! Until next time then~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-9219876891211197757?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/9219876891211197757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=9219876891211197757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9219876891211197757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9219876891211197757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7Zv1Ki4f18/TwGRCWEVEAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4YUHP5sSAPg/s72-c/2012-01-02+19.08.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7660275140846578884</id><published>2012-01-02T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:26:17.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr: if my son is gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul class="ul1"&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: mom... i'm gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: what was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: i'm... gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: HA! KNEW IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: wh...what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;husband: what's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: OUR SON'S GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;husband: oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: wait, is that okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;husband: no, i mean yes, it's definitely okay, just, er... your mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: ARE YOU DATING ANYONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: i—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: YOU CAN DATE WHOMEVER YOU WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: that's great mom bu—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: I AM SO PROUD OF YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;husband: your mother has this thing about ga—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: I'M GOING TO BAKE YOU A CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: mom that really isn—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN GLEE? HAVE I EVER SHOWN IT TO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;husband: shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: WHAT ABOUT X-MEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: dad, what's going o—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: WE ARE GOING TO STAY UP LATE AND TALK ABOUT BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;husband: walk away slowly son i'll try to handle your moth—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: YOU CAN HAVE AS MANY SLEEPOVERS AS YOU WANT WITH BOYS OR GIRLS AS LONG AS IF IT'S BOYS THEY'RE CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;son: i'm scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;husband: it's okay. i was worried that this was going to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me: I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quafflethewaffle.tumblr.com/post/15105603754/if-my-son-is-gay"&gt;Source: quafflethewaffle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHAHA I probably won't mention Glee or X-Men, BUT OH GOD THE WHOLE LONG LIST OF THINGS I CAN JUST START RANTING ABOUT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7660275140846578884?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7660275140846578884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7660275140846578884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7660275140846578884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7660275140846578884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/tumblr-if-my-son-is-gay.html' title='Tumblr: if my son is gay'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4191298429835236074</id><published>2012-01-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:31:35.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail.dhs chat fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;wanna hear something good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;A levels are NEXT YEAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JiaYing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;THANK YOU VERU MMUCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;MY FATHER AR YOU KNOW LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i was like watching the countdown with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;happily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;then at around 2am he was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;you still so happy ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;next year A levels you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JiaYing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;whats AR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;ORRHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOOOOOOOOOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;FAIL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4191298429835236074?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4191298429835236074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4191298429835236074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4191298429835236074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4191298429835236074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/maildhs-chat-fail.html' title='Mail.dhs chat fail'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-328609119660415831</id><published>2012-01-02T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T15:12:24.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is a really great New Year resolution picture off tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DwF3ln5P4c/TwFYzP6O9HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MWDIK_LwbqE/s1600/tumblr_lx4v0mviGG1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DwF3ln5P4c/TwFYzP6O9HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MWDIK_LwbqE/s1600/tumblr_lx4v0mviGG1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-328609119660415831?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/328609119660415831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=328609119660415831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/328609119660415831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/328609119660415831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-this-is-really-great-new-year.html' title='And this is a really great New Year resolution picture off tumblr'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DwF3ln5P4c/TwFYzP6O9HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MWDIK_LwbqE/s72-c/tumblr_lx4v0mviGG1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-451163002882337692</id><published>2012-01-02T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T15:10:40.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG II</title><content type='html'>LOL I JUST SAW THIS ON TUMBLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="ul1"&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;when something makes me happy: omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;when something makes me sad: omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;when something surprises me: omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;when something makes me mad: omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;when exclaiming something to my god: omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #666666; font: 11.0px Lucida Sans; line-height: 13.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;omg: omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-451163002882337692?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/451163002882337692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=451163002882337692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/451163002882337692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/451163002882337692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/omg-ii.html' title='OMG II'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-5482770076401141234</id><published>2012-01-02T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:36:10.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year resolutions for Quek, who was too shy to put this on her own blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;go write your resolutions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;1. i will not fail everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I NEVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;2. i will not put on 10kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;BOO HOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;3. i will lose the 10kg i've gained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;JKJK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;BIG BOO HOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;AND HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i will try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;OTL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;4. i will wash my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i shall start off with another quote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;5. i will was my hair properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;AND LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;5. i will was my hair properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;AND LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;*wash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;6. i will comb my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i was my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;7. i will stop reading those kind of manga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;AND HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i almost did big no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOLLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i will try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;OTL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;8. i will read something a girl of my tender age should be reading, like shoujo manga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;9. i will stop being so manly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;`\(o_O)/'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;And before this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;woah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;(pat pat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;no you must be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WHOA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;(PAT PAT)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOLLOLLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;WHUTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;big pat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;its like hitting you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i'm really laughing -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;(PAT PAT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;(PAT PAT PAT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;SOUNDS REALLY BIG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;yeah O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;Okay I guess I really am weird -.- Oh well, oh well, at least I'm having fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-5482770076401141234?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/5482770076401141234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=5482770076401141234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5482770076401141234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5482770076401141234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-new-year-resolutions-for-quek-who.html' title='My New Year resolutions for Quek, who was too shy to put this on her own blog'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-5738152991726644726</id><published>2012-01-01T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:03:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quek you awesome</title><content type='html'>Quek's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tomorrow marks a new year, a new start in life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;haiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;cbox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;here i come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;HAHAHA omg I just find it damn funny -.- I think I'm weird -.- &lt;/div&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/6619304578438952184-5738152991726644726?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/5738152991726644726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=5738152991726644726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5738152991726644726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5738152991726644726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/quek-you-awesome.html' title='Quek you awesome'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7671630758710140363</id><published>2012-01-01T23:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:46:23.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the unfolding pages of the new year and the harshness and gentleness yet to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://500daysofzyrah.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5si96sALadI/TwFbNR7IFEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ihe-XyitatI/s320/tumblr_lx3zywOWk71qc79avo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year marks a fresh start, when I actually get the chance to start over, even more so because I'm entering SH. I've never written NY resolutions before, mostly because I know I won't keep them. But this time I'll actually make an effort (hopefully). Because the most important thing that 2011's taught me is that I can achieve things if I tried. Anyway, a hopeful start to the new year is always good! Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, actual things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will bathe when I get home, and not at 11pm at night, when it's all dark and freezing out. It's not good for my hair, it's not good for my head, it's not good for my pillow and bed. So basically it's not good for my general well-being, because my mother will also go nuts. Though I have a hairdryer now, I will try not to use it very often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will hand in all my homework, especially for Chinese. I have had enough bad experience in JH, especially for Chinese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will do (most of) my homework when I get them, and not the day before, or on the day it's due. I have had enough bad experience in JH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will do my homework properly, with effort, and not crapping them out. I have bad enough bad experience in JH. Last-minute chionging always results in this, but this is not necessarily only due to last-minute chionging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will pay attention in class, and not think about random stuff and/or sleep. And no, I have not had enough bad experience in JH. As a matter of fact, I managed to pull it off rather spectacularly in Y3/4, but I will not risk it in SH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(extension from #4) I will keep awake during lectures, even if everyone else is sleeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I WILL CONSTANTLY - impulsively, if I must - FILE MY STUFF. This, I have been trying and failing to accomplish all four years in JH. Every single year I say this and never manage to do. My papers always end up in huge messes stashed just about everywhere. And I end up having a freaking hard time trying to find things for revision and I freak out like hell before file checks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summation of the above few points: I WILL WORK HARD AND I WILL GET GOOD RESULTS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will keep my desk and my other desk and my drawers and my vanity and my wardrobe tidy. Okay make that my room. It always get messed up like shit soon after school starts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will always talk and listen to my mother with enthusiasm and keep her satisfied. (-.-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be more thrifty with my money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Those are the things that I &lt;strike&gt;wish&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;AM GOING TO&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAVE TO DO. YEAH. Here's some things that I hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get straight As (...I hope... D'8 ... a person can dream right..?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep my parents off each other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep my parents off me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep my parents' parents off us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep myself off &lt;strike&gt;the computer&lt;/strike&gt; my darling computer husband (ok this is impossible -.- I shall try to refrain myself more nonetheless)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish A Song of Ice and Fire (what is out, anyway)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight (..?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many many more things that I can't remember now~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;For myself personally, I'll try to be more kind. I'll try to &lt;strike&gt;give a damn&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;(okay that was so unkind -.-) care about things more, especially with my family. I'll keep in contact with friends who'd gone away (I'LL MISS YOU GUYS TJY AND YQ), and friends who'd stayed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quek if you ever read this I think we're really fated since that softball thing almost four years ago now :D And you've always been there (some way or the other -.-) no matter how abusive I am. And you're the only person who'd call me cute, I appreciate that ^^ Oh and always being so enthusiastic about manga and telling me to read despite my constant refusals. Like now you're all high about the&amp;nbsp;九龙城寨 thing -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speaking of staying, HX you're really the one who stayed the longest 8'D it's officially ten years already!! I'm really, really grateful for that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And omg I was spelling 'grateful' as 'greatful' and trying to see what's wrong with that for like a few seconds -.- And yes I bolded it so that it would catch your attention. And your blog is really entertaining I'll be reading it so long as you update ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll try to be a kinder person. Nicer. More approachable. Whatever. BUT I WILL NEVER STOP BEING A HIKIKOMORI. I'D RATHER DIE THAN HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE (if it can be helped). LOL. And the BL fangirl is going to stick for quite a while, so's the anime otaku part. This can't be helped, right? 8D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've complained about how horrible 2011 was (WELL IT WAS. ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC), but there's one thing I'm really glad for. That I have no regrets. That's what's most important to me. Even if I don't keep to my NY resolutions, even if the year turns out rocky (well it will be anyway), what I hope for the most is another year with no regrets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day is ending, so while I still can, HAPPY NEW YEAR ONCE AGAIN (to HX and occasionally Quek/JY).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7671630758710140363?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7671630758710140363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7671630758710140363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7671630758710140363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7671630758710140363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-unfolding-pages-of-new-year-and.html' title='To the unfolding pages of the new year and the harshness and gentleness yet to come'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5si96sALadI/TwFbNR7IFEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ihe-XyitatI/s72-c/tumblr_lx3zywOWk71qc79avo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-577361196021471396</id><published>2012-01-01T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:05:48.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolationist!Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Follow up to the previous hikikomori!Japan post. I like him even more now, on top of my JapanxTaiwan ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://aph.starry-sky.com/krf.html"&gt;[Black ships have come~]&lt;/a&gt;, besides the "I'D RATHER DIE THAN HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE", you have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s04zYUS_hCY/TwBYgWqCyCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jc7odezKHFw/s1600/krf3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s04zYUS_hCY/TwBYgWqCyCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jc7odezKHFw/s320/krf3.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from [&lt;a href="http://aph.starry-sky.com/skk.html"&gt;Netherlands and Isolationist!Japan&lt;/a&gt;], these;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUsijnjk3xU/TwBY6Dm9neI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TSm04bHIzlg/s1600/skk1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUsijnjk3xU/TwBY6Dm9neI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TSm04bHIzlg/s1600/skk1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAR917aVLbg/TwBY9roijYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WtI4XqVfmp8/s1600/skk4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAR917aVLbg/TwBY9roijYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WtI4XqVfmp8/s640/skk4.gif" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER HAPPENS, DOESN'T WANT TO GO OUT. THAT SHALL BE MY NEW LIFE MOTTO. LOLLOLLOL. Isn't Japan just the cutest ever OMG 8D *finds fellow hikikomori in canon*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-577361196021471396?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/577361196021471396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=577361196021471396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/577361196021471396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/577361196021471396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/isolationistjapan.html' title='Isolationist!Japan'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s04zYUS_hCY/TwBYgWqCyCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jc7odezKHFw/s72-c/krf3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2672731746199750306</id><published>2012-01-01T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T02:10:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Too lazy to write my new year resolutions just yet, so I was looking at random pages on TVtropes. And then I saw this. On their Hikikomori page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL4iw4aXLoI/Tv9O6dwjjFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uKZePftxAsg/s1600/hikikomori_japan_8773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL4iw4aXLoI/Tv9O6dwjjFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uKZePftxAsg/s1600/hikikomori_japan_8773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;TVtropes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pictured above: Japan from &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AxisPowersHetalia"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Axis Powers Hetalia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; refers to himself as a hikikomori in the strip alluding to Comodore Perry's arrival to Japan. Meeting the Americans after 200 years of isolation terrifies him so much that he almost has an &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeroicBSOD"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Heroic BSOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the mere idea of speaking to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="ul1"&gt;&lt;li style="font: 16.0px Helvetica; line-height: 19.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;The strips with isolationist!Japan and Netherlands confirm this, as Japan locks himself in his room constantly and when Netherlands steps in he panicks and screams that he doesn't even want the sunlight to touch him. He even automatically curls up in a ball on the floor whenever he hears the word "open".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OMG JAPAN YOU AWESOME. YOU'RE MY NEW IDOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2672731746199750306?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2672731746199750306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2672731746199750306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2672731746199750306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2672731746199750306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2012/01/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL4iw4aXLoI/Tv9O6dwjjFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uKZePftxAsg/s72-c/hikikomori_japan_8773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8773687544977716400</id><published>2011-12-31T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:56:28.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book progress II</title><content type='html'>About one quarter into A Game of Thrones, and it's even better than I thought. LOL. I just checked on the series' TVtropes page, and apparently there are 5 out of 7 books published, with the latest two books taking TEN YEARS to be released. AND THE AUTHOR IS QUITE OLD ALREADY! I just hope he lives to a ripe long age &amp;gt;&amp;lt; And hopefully he finishes the series before I turn 30 or something (omg that thought's just scary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's coming in about 5 minutes! I going into 2012 reading a book. Isn't it amazing? And no, I'm not being sarcastic. LOL. Happy less-than-5-mins-to New Year!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8773687544977716400?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8773687544977716400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8773687544977716400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8773687544977716400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8773687544977716400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/book-progress-ii.html' title='Book progress II'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6906539393754875610</id><published>2011-12-31T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T15:19:01.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to the last, fading pages of 2011</title><content type='html'>This is really damn accurate. From tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xh-Kqv6VzM/TwFaW4LCNAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TOgmbePAtHk/s1600/tumblr_lx1qgdrey01qc4uvwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xh-Kqv6VzM/TwFaW4LCNAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TOgmbePAtHk/s320/tumblr_lx1qgdrey01qc4uvwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the year, and it's time for another round of sentimental spewing! Okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me still can't face the fact that the last two years just passed by so quickly that when school opens again, I'll be in SH. We've got our class postings yesterday and I've bought the uniform quite long ago, but this whole thing still doesn't feel quite real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 passed so quickly for a year in which so much has happened. I mean, nothing life-changing, personality-screwing (okay maybe just a bit), life-threatening or death-inducing (nothing much anyway) has happened, but I guess this is one of the most eventful (perhaps meaningful?) years of my (short) life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, angelic or monstrous, this year's coming to an end! I'm going out of my room later to watch the countdown, though I'm not going out of the house to watch the fireworks. Will post some new year resolutions (that I know I'll break them all - HOPEFULLY NOT THIS TIME) later! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6906539393754875610?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6906539393754875610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6906539393754875610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6906539393754875610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6906539393754875610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/heres-to-last-fading-pages-of-2011.html' title='Here&apos;s to the last, fading pages of 2011'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xh-Kqv6VzM/TwFaW4LCNAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TOgmbePAtHk/s72-c/tumblr_lx1qgdrey01qc4uvwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7169237853734410472</id><published>2011-12-31T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:09:28.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to what has remained happy and hopeful</title><content type='html'>This includes spastic, idiotic moments that somehow still kept me happy that's happened in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the impractical feelings to be left behind. I've really done a lot of stupid things this year because of this, with my friends to bear witness. Poor Hannah seemed to be getting the most of it though. Like once we boarded the bus and got off at the next stop. And all those times I went to school early. And that time I was standing at the bus stop for almost half an hour even though I had two common tests later. But yeah, I guess I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my wonderful, great friends. Like just being there during the horrible disaster which nicely came skipping to me, hand-in-hand with EOYs. And well yeah, just being together all this time. Probably none of you will ever read this so I won't expand on it (I LAZY &amp;gt;&amp;lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S VIOLENTLY TO HUI XIN THE BLONDE. I hope you're doing fine, working till 1am today =.= Most of the mushy stuff are already on your birthday card so there won't be much here. But today is going to cross over to the next year, which would mark our 10 years-knowing-each-other-anniversary! Isn't that just spectacular 8D And for some weird reason I appreciate you calling and trying to get me to go to your workplace's event thing, 'cause hey, actual human contact! LOL. Ummm yeah happy early new year and hope you get violently good O level results 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the end-of-year holidays, which have been kind. I actually made some progress in H2 Math, and cleaned up my drawers (twice), bought clothes and stuff, and did stuff that I actually liked to do. I read a lot of books and some manga and watched some anime, and yeah I'm quite happy. And just simply staying at home. Though I've been rendered a hikikomori. (I REGRET NOTHING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very last, here's to my parents. There have really been moments where I wanted to scream SHUT THE F UP at you, and you have caused the horrendous incident, but yeah, no matter what I say (or not say), I guess I'm used to it. (...is that good or bad...??) So yeah, I hope you remain civil to each other like you are now, chewing on sunflower seeds or something and watching TV together and leaving me by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7169237853734410472?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7169237853734410472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7169237853734410472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7169237853734410472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7169237853734410472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/heres-to-what-remained-happy-and.html' title='Here&apos;s to what has remained happy and hopeful'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-932426096281811036</id><published>2011-12-31T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:33:49.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to the trials and obstacles of 2011</title><content type='html'>Wait, actually- trials? Obstacles? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're more like BIG BOULDERS THAT I ALMOST DIED TRYING TO CLIMB OVER AND MONSTROUS DISASTERS THAT SHOULD'VE NEVER, EVER HAPPENED. Wow that was violent. But yeah the main point is that I HAVE managed to climb over the boulders (dead or alive, I'm still not too sure yet) and disasters have already happened (and passed, hopefully), monstrous or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD WHILE I'M HERE TYPING THIS SOME NEW MONSTROSITY IS ALREADY BREWING IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anyway, the point is that everything of this year is (almost) over and despite how much I HATED going through them, I did learn something from everything. The first half of the year, during which I was waist-deep in band and SYF and bad grades and bad company, was absolutely the worst semester of my life. Like actually really trying to study for tests and do homework but failing to because there was absolutely NO time. And being irritated constantly on a few-times-a-week basis to the point that I had no mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it has taught me many many valuable things which I wouldn't have learnt if I had been a good girl mugging at home. Things like how to keep my cool and smile even though I'd very much like to ram a pencil through people's foreheads, how to manage (irritating) people, how to artfully complete assignments the day it's due, etcetc. I'm also proud (eh, though I guess I shouldn't be) that I've enhanced my skill of texting and sleeping in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning life lessons is good and all, but I came out with pretty lousy grades. So my parents were quite pissed, wait strike that, more like violently angry, and they wouldn't believe me no matter how hard I tried to tell them that it was because I had no time. So I got quite pissed myself and decided to mug really hard. After some insane mugging I managed to pull off some decent grades in the end (I am NOT going to indulge in the details, I'll have nightmares) and I guess this was a lesson in itself. That I can do things if I actually tried; most of the time I'm too lazy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, there was the choice of whether to continue or not. It was a really hard choice, for all the wrong reasons, but I guess I'd made the 'right' choice. The logical choice. To leave behind that which was 'not helpful'. Not that I regret it, but I was just think that if I chose the other, I wouldn't have regretted it either. But it's time to leave these feelings behind, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, even though 2011 has been really unpleasantly eventful (ABSOLUTELY A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE YEAR), at the end of everything, I'm just glad that I pulled through and learned a lot of stuff. Sounds cheesy but yeah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-932426096281811036?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/932426096281811036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=932426096281811036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/932426096281811036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/932426096281811036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/heres-to-trials-and-obstacles-of-2011.html' title='Here&apos;s to the trials and obstacles of 2011'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-5236749770715986717</id><published>2011-12-30T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:40:16.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book progress</title><content type='html'>Many times now I actually want to post something, but I get put off in the end because I can't think of a title. ...Yeah. That happens quite a lot -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made some progress for A Game of Thrones, and it's really really nice! I guess after a while you just get accustomed to the weird names and places and references, and even though I still don't really know what's going on, but I think the whole point is to pierce the story together through the multi-POV narrative. The characters are already rounded from the start, from like a few pages into the narrative where character development couldn't have happened much yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow feels like a book report I'm writing here. &lt;strike&gt;In conclusion&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's a really really great book and definitely worth your time. Now it feels like I'm a promoter -.- I can't wait to finish it :D (...hope it won't take too long...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They mailed our SH class to us in the morning. I'm in 5C44! And I'm not much familiar with anybody in my new class! Yay! =.= Mm but I'd rather this than have people I'm shou with but also people I rather dislike in my class (HEH). For some reason my class looks like one of the more populated ones, at least on the spreadsheet. Hope I'll get decent people for PW (cross fingers violently).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg I just left to do my stuff and completely forgot about this unpublished post -.- I'M TURNING BLONDE TOO OMG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-5236749770715986717?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/5236749770715986717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=5236749770715986717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5236749770715986717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5236749770715986717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/many-times-now-i-actually-want-to-post.html' title='Book progress'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4314240889742707125</id><published>2011-12-29T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:32:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Game of Thrones</title><content type='html'>So I went for tuition this morning, and it wasn't half as bad as I had expected. Okay I mean like it's only tuition how bad can it get -.- Our teacher talked a lot about non-stupidly-weirdly-curved-graphs-related stuff, like Europe's collapsing economy and the irritating SMRT woman. LOL. In the end, we only did like one question and the corrections for another exercise. At least it was slack~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home I picked up my library reservation! (^ see title above). A Game of Thrones is book one of epic doorstopper fantasy series A Song of Ice and Fire. I kept seeing the series name on TVtropes and I found it really cool so I've always wanted to read it~ And I've finally gotten around to borrowing the first book. There were quite a few books in this series on hold from what I saw in the library heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what I've read so far (ONLY THE PROLOGUE) it's quite interesting! And it sounds really epic LOLS. The only drawback is that the book is printed like &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;. The print is so small and squeezed together that they managed to fit like 800+ pages in a not very big book, and that I can't read it without focusing extra hard. Plus it has loads and loads of characters so I have to focus extra extra hard to actually know what's going on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That just motivated me to write my words bigger because the description I gave for the print in this book sounded a lot like the description people give for my handwriting -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok back to (trying to) read the book! It's really nice I swear. Except that you have to focus and it has a lot of POV switches so it may be confusing. So HX maybe you won't read it after all (AHEMLOWIQAHEMSHORTATTENTIONSPANAHEM). LOL KIDDING XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first I'll finish watching Mononoke~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4314240889742707125?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4314240889742707125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4314240889742707125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4314240889742707125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4314240889742707125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/game-of-thrones.html' title='A Game of Thrones'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-1199379987303260040</id><published>2011-12-29T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:20:34.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squee</title><content type='html'>I'm still high and on top of that, I'm following this damn interesting convo that's so interesting that I don't even feel like sleeping anymore. So yeah, I ended up not going to sleep yet -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Vassalord now! It's so interesting and funny omg. THE MAIN CHARACTERS ARE SO CUTEEEEEEE. Kya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-1199379987303260040?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/1199379987303260040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=1199379987303260040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1199379987303260040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1199379987303260040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/squee.html' title='Squee'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6740428491706290244</id><published>2011-12-29T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:04:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gon x Killua appreciation post~</title><content type='html'>LOL more like spazzing post, but here goes! Spammage of Gon and Killua from HxH :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0GxkvTeqjg/TvtJRKUXqUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MWRmROlPIdA/s1600/23180515_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0GxkvTeqjg/TvtJRKUXqUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MWRmROlPIdA/s320/23180515_m.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksDOZfYDFhU/TvtJ7lofmlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ya1GesezKvI/s1600/880077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksDOZfYDFhU/TvtJ7lofmlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ya1GesezKvI/s320/880077.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Teenage Gon and Killua~ Killua looks so hot omg. Gon looks kinda weird in both pictures -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OXMQoN1IPU/TvtKjg-9oVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t6sKi6hcZGQ/s1600/889871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OXMQoN1IPU/TvtKjg-9oVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t6sKi6hcZGQ/s320/889871.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-uqLvOszrs/TvtK0LkAETI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SDvrNtPYPZU/s1600/140360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-uqLvOszrs/TvtK0LkAETI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SDvrNtPYPZU/s320/140360.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find it so funny when he does this LOLLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fk2ynzWODU/TvtLCsxqiyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EH7Cfr7Megs/s1600/tumblr_lwbjidX3T41qg312to1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fk2ynzWODU/TvtLCsxqiyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EH7Cfr7Megs/s320/tumblr_lwbjidX3T41qg312to1_500.png" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something I reblogged off HX from tumblr! :D It made my day LOLLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7pDLgpZ2w0/TvtLR_Dkl2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0ouBq79gKjA/s1600/836625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7pDLgpZ2w0/TvtLR_Dkl2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0ouBq79gKjA/s320/836625.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this. Quek I don't care what you say, IT'S CUTE OKAY. YOU JUST WANNA SAVE GON FOR YOU HISOKA TO PEDO LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's it for my spazzing (FOR TODAY). I'll be spamming this place more often (I hope, before school opens again OH THE FEAR THE HORROR). I should seriously go sleep now since I have tuition tomorrow. Oh damn I'm getting a headache just thinking about leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6740428491706290244?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6740428491706290244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6740428491706290244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6740428491706290244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6740428491706290244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/gon-x-killua-appreciation-post.html' title='Gon x Killua appreciation post~'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0GxkvTeqjg/TvtJRKUXqUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MWRmROlPIdA/s72-c/23180515_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8337814024280225672</id><published>2011-12-27T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:54:23.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never thought this day would come, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS MY KHR UPDATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;WHERE ART THOU.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;CANST THOU NOT SEE ME WAITING FOR THEE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg seriously what the heck is wrong with me =__________=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8337814024280225672?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8337814024280225672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8337814024280225672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8337814024280225672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8337814024280225672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-thought-this-day-would-come-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8093982307014053054</id><published>2011-12-27T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:42:02.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikikomori</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wiki: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hikikomori&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (ひきこもり or 引き籠もり &lt;i&gt;Hikikomori&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, literally "pulling away, being confined", i.e., "acute social withdrawal") is a &lt;span class="s2"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; term to refer to the phenomenon of &lt;span class="s2"&gt;reclusive&lt;/span&gt; people who have chosen to withdraw from social life, often seeking extreme degrees of &lt;span class="s2"&gt;isolation&lt;/span&gt; and confinement because of various personal and social factors in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Japanese &lt;span class="s1"&gt;Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare&lt;/span&gt; defines hikikomori as people who refuse to leave their house, and isolate themselves from society in their homes.&amp;nbsp;While many people feel the pressures of the outside world, hikikomori react by complete social withdrawal. In some cases, they lock themselves in their room, apartment or house for prolonged periods."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have never related more to a wiki article in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;LOL. I mean I've known about this, er, phenomenon, through TV news and stuff, but I didn't know that there's a specific term for it. And it's all thanks to HX's tag! 8D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm totally turning into this. Like that day I went to Orchard with Hannah and JY, I felt so unwell that all I could do was chiong home first opportunity I got (while they went Tampines). Okay that wasn't totally because of being outside but still. And how I'm plannig to not leave the house unless absolutely necessary. Which means for tuition on Thursday. Even being in the house, I try to stay in the sanctuary of my room as much as possible. Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now I'm staying up waiting for KHR's update, but now I'm starting to give up hope on it being released in the next hour. But all the other shonen jump updates are already out &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On the bright side, I'm done reading junjo (yay~). I'm gonna watch Mononoke tomorrow in the day since it's quite creepy. It even managed to creep me out in bright daylight; no way I'm watching it now, as much as I want to. The animation is quite weird but it's quite nice too :D Plus it has one of my favourite seiyuus as the lead character~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think I'm really going nuts. I'm not normally like this so it's okay?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sounds pretty deluded, doesn't it -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I shall go to sleep now -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8093982307014053054?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8093982307014053054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8093982307014053054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8093982307014053054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8093982307014053054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/hikikomori.html' title='Hikikomori'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-1027587734002744324</id><published>2011-12-25T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:52:01.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yep as the title says, merry Christmas~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's any more special than an average day, and certainly not any merrier. Since it's Christmas on a Sunday, both my parents are at home (for some reason most of my mom's kids are Christians so they apparently went to celebrate) so I've barricaded myself in my room.&amp;nbsp;As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's Christmas and I'm slouching off in front of the com blogging and tumblring and reading manga and spazzing. Heh. But I'm having lots of fun so that's all it matters right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spamming Sekaiichi Hatsukoi for the past few days~ Omg it's so awesome~ It's really funny and the romance is just so sweet. The awkward moment when you feel your heart ache because of fictional characters LOL. Even the BGM is good. KYAA KLAJFEALKJFOAIEJ. Ok please forget that I don't do that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character kinda looks like Romano from APH and ten years before he looked like N. Italy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOxnZBQ0vMc/TvbMpXEblcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OEvHcR3bBVg/s1600/683303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOxnZBQ0vMc/TvbMpXEblcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OEvHcR3bBVg/s320/683303.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;EDIT: SEE I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE. AND THIS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DoFqoULO1LI/TvbM08vQdkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SadVSOq49Jc/s1600/804030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DoFqoULO1LI/TvbM08vQdkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SadVSOq49Jc/s320/804030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it actually has a plot, unlike the mangaka's other work Junjo which I've been reading. But that's sweet too I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forwards to Sekaiichi's updates but I don't think it'll come anytime soon -.- Hi quek I've joined you on board. I sincerely hope it won't take a year or something -.- I want to post pictures but I guess I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really cold lately and I'm freezing over at home. I think I'm sick -.- On the bright side, no tuition next week except for Thurs and Friday! Meaning I don't have to leave the house till Thurs *happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO JUNJO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-1027587734002744324?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/1027587734002744324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=1027587734002744324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1027587734002744324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1027587734002744324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOxnZBQ0vMc/TvbMpXEblcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OEvHcR3bBVg/s72-c/683303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-286708073435951510</id><published>2011-12-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:13:08.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the boredom and the unfinished work</title><content type='html'>Here's to my monthly post on this rarely-updated blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only like what, twenty days of holiday left. The past one and a half months have been relatively kind with no major disturbances, and for that I guess I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except yesterday, when this calamity just appeared out of absolutely nowhere so I was pissed off to the extreme. Then I violently got some&amp;nbsp;antacids before I remembered the fanfic HX showed me (LOLOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been telling me to actually talk to my mother if I'm so bothered about this. I mean like, it's a better option than fuming silently in my room and occasionally violently banging on the table, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally no, anyway. Not that I actually talk to her much about this. But I guess yesterday was the last straw so I went talking to her (nicely) today. And I think she actually listened to me for once. I don't think much of it got in, but that's still better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note, I've been downloading fan art and anime and manga and reading lots and lots of fan fics. Heh. Isn't this like the cutest thing ever? 8D I can just go on staring at it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BijODDgXao/Tu9Dx5wRXyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p4hqYto40Mo/s1600/tumblr_lwctu0csOi1qk9nvno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BijODDgXao/Tu9Dx5wRXyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p4hqYto40Mo/s320/tumblr_lwctu0csOi1qk9nvno1_500.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, while this is entertaining, I'm getting quite worried that it'll take me quite long to stop spazzing, even after school's started. But yeah things will work themselves out~ While I still have time I'll go on spazzing 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to read HXH but not making so much progress, cos I keep getting distracted by other stuff. And the Gon/Killua subtext is just *quotequote*&amp;nbsp;"so thick you could cut blocks of it out of the air with a knife and sell it as cheap building material". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so freaking cold out. And in. Okay that was just crap. There's still n graphs for me to draw. And it's not the Y3&amp;amp;4 kind of graphs, either. It's the kind of multicurved-asymptoted hugely-shapeless graphs that people would normally use GC to draw. And&amp;nbsp;contrary to what my teacher says, it's not fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-286708073435951510?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/286708073435951510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=286708073435951510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/286708073435951510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/286708073435951510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-boredom-and-unfinished-work.html' title='Of the boredom and the unfinished work'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BijODDgXao/Tu9Dx5wRXyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p4hqYto40Mo/s72-c/tumblr_lwctu0csOi1qk9nvno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2399582677645652548</id><published>2011-11-14T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:39:15.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nonchalance</title><content type='html'>Officially 3rd week into school holidays. Yay. Streamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason it doesn't really feel like holidays. For one, I'm going for tuition like three times a week and there's homework which should be done at around now. But I'm procrastinating and going online and spazzing about my newest obsession &lt;strike&gt;(&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHIZAYA KYAA~~&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and lying in bed and even here blogging. But not doing my tuition homework. So what's different from school days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy mugging EOY period seemed to be leaving a lasting mark. My body clock is so screwed up (or extremely healthy, depends on how you look at it) to the point that I feel sleepy at the early hours of 11pm and if I do fall asleep I'll wake up at about 7am the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;strike&gt;healthy&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;screwed up can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to jog on alternate days and it worked for three weeks but now it's not working out. 'Cause it's freaking thunderstorming everyday and I'm reminded of the lightning alerts from school, and 'cause I'm lazy. So the rain provides an excuse for me not to go out jogging. Also because there's this man who sits on this chair in the park everyday and it's damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday I'm extremely free since I'm not working. My mother says I should stay at home and study so I stay at home &lt;strike&gt;and spazz&lt;/strike&gt;. I can actually to do things that I like and have no time to do during school months. I borrowed a lot of books, read a few mangas and even tried Kuroshitsuji (COULDN'T STAND IT OMG) and KHR (gave up five pages into the first chapter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and spazzing. How could I have forgot spazzing. I have recently (or maybe not so recently) became very shallow; I fawn over any potential ho yay I see in animes/mangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also forced to do things I don't like and didn't do during school period because I had the excuse that there wasn't enough time. So now my closet and drawers are extremely neat and tidy for me to mess up in two weeks once school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing memorable has happened at all and I have not had real conversations with people. Except when that day a week ago Hannah called me and told me that all the tendons in her foot are twisted, and when I was spazzing with Hui Xin on the phone. Oh and yesterday I guess TJY was really bored and I was really bored too so we had this totally hilarious and wrong conversation uncovering the mysteries of nature. And all those times quek and I were talking crap online I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's CSC interview on Friday. I'm quite worried actually. If I don't get in I won't have any CCA. And there's this whole bunch of people who wants to join also, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring. Wait, strike that. I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue to have no life by going to do my tuition homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2399582677645652548?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2399582677645652548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2399582677645652548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2399582677645652548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2399582677645652548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/11/nonchalance.html' title='nonchalance'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-402106639364503673</id><published>2011-10-24T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:18:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abcdefg</title><content type='html'>Um.&lt;br /&gt;Just freaking leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-402106639364503673?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/402106639364503673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=402106639364503673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/402106639364503673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/402106639364503673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/10/abcdefg.html' title='abcdefg'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4221369652657665482</id><published>2011-09-25T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:38:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it fine to say that we're loved?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4221369652657665482?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4221369652657665482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4221369652657665482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4221369652657665482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4221369652657665482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/09/isnt-it-fine-to-say-that-were-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4798424434652799132</id><published>2011-08-12T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:31:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid public transport</title><content type='html'>Looks like I'll have to figure out a new routine, huh.&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/6619304578438952184-4798424434652799132?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4798424434652799132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4798424434652799132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4798424434652799132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4798424434652799132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/08/stupid-public-transport.html' title='Stupid public transport'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8166393156929066306</id><published>2011-08-11T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:12:56.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak</title><content type='html'>Damn it I'm freaking out now tomorrow's math 2 and bio CTs I shouldn't even be blogging what the hell am I doing here????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm so stressed -.- freakfreakfreakfreakfreak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8166393156929066306?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8166393156929066306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8166393156929066306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8166393156929066306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8166393156929066306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/08/freak.html' title='freak'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-9019139373887613307</id><published>2011-07-10T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:43:08.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300th post</title><content type='html'>Dedicating this last post for a very long time to my last day of being 15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-9019139373887613307?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/9019139373887613307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=9019139373887613307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9019139373887613307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9019139373887613307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/07/300th-post.html' title='300th post'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2498348828255626917</id><published>2011-07-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:22:10.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>299th post</title><content type='html'>I think the last year just passed damn quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Like it seemed like yesterday (okay cliche I know) when I was still chionging IDMI stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And I was going to be fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;Then bam. I'm going to be sixteen in another week or something.&lt;br /&gt;This whole entire thing just feels quite wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't want to turn sixteen. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;And things were so different a year ago, yet they're still the same.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I think I'm just nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how I was so excited to be SL and comm and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Then now handover's next week and I'm passing on the section to the next SL.&lt;br /&gt;I was really really looking forwards to this day half a year ago, up till like a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;I was so happy at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;But now it just makes me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know whether I can still come back after walking away, whether it'll be the last time I can be there.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'll come up with an answer after thinking really hard about it, but then I realised that I didn't even need to consider in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I always knew, from the start.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they say it's a waste of time. Even if they say it's not for my best interests. Even if they say it'll screw up my future.&lt;br /&gt;But even so, even so, ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an indecisive freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2498348828255626917?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2498348828255626917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2498348828255626917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2498348828255626917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2498348828255626917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/07/299th-post.html' title='299th post'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4880975664993546253</id><published>2011-05-23T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:58:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - The shrine, Ubin Village and the highest peak in Ubin</title><content type='html'>Woke up late in the morning. When we got up it was like 5.45 and we had to meet at 6.30. Chionged unpitching the tent and it was surprisingly quite successful. Then washed up and stuff. When we were sitting down there waiting to set off someone started talking about the GE. It was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started trekking at around 8.30. The tent bag was so so so so so so so heavy. So was our personal item bag with the 6kg of water. Trekking through the forest was still okay because at least there was shade but I think I started roasting when we got to the open area. My face was super pain after I tried to damage control with the sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then janelle randomly spotted the yellow colour shrine which was our first checkpoint. Did the tarp flip as a challenge. We had to all stand on the groundsheet and flip it over. We managed to finish it in 11 minutes with all thanks to jia yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we actually managed to arrive at ubin village after trekking like 5 km or something, at before 11 o'clock. The 'human satellite' was actually quite trustworthy. Had lunch and slacked there for almost one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the second challenge. Trust stand. Had to lean against your partner damn hard and not bend in front of anything and stand up from a sitting position. We took very long to clear it. And I saw sekee had like ten thousand mosquito bites on his arms when he was sitting next to me. Very scary-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we backtracked and went to the highest peak in ubin which was only 65 meters. We overshot a bit so we made a detour but it wasn't very long. And the view from the hill was just magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm sleepy again so I shall finish tomorrow but I swear I'll finish by tomorrow lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4880975664993546253?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4880975664993546253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4880975664993546253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4880975664993546253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4880975664993546253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-3-shrine-ubin-village-and-highest.html' title='Day 3 - The shrine, Ubin Village and the highest peak in Ubin'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-550625655939113517</id><published>2011-05-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:42:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Part 2 -  Camp 2, the twinkling stars, and the round, round moon</title><content type='html'>Right. So after all the acrophobia we went back to our stall and packed our stuff and left for Camp 2. I was carrying the super heavy 7kg tent. Camp 2 was only about 2km from Camp 1 so the trek didn't take that long. But it was quite tiring cause there were a lot of slopes and one of them was really very steep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trekking with Felicia's group and she looked like she was about to die. The most ironic thing was that it was her birthday that day. So I kept laughing at her that she was going to die on her birthday -.- and she was like, I'm going to go home on saturday and pretend that my birthday is on saturday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she really looked very tired and me and janelle were damn worried that she'll fall down the steepest slope so I ended up pulling her from the front and janelle pushing her from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a monitor lizard along the way. Thought it was a komodo dragon at first -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Camp 2 in 25 minutes. The campsite was built in like 1967 and it looked super ancient and was much smaller than Camp 1, but cozier-feeling. We set up the tents and it was much faster. Tried to cook with all the mudpools in front of us and ants biting our legs. The maggi was not bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then some people went to bathe and stuff. Didn't bother cause I didn't even bring my bathing stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our instructor came and brought us to the quarry. The night sky was really, really beautiful. I had never thought that I'll be able to see the sky twinkling with so many stars in Singapore. And the full moon that night was so perfectly round and glowing with a gentle golden hue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful night sky before. Nights in China are just dark, and although there are a lot of stars you have to squint to see them cause they're so tiny. But that sky we saw in the quarry was so serene and calm. And I was willing to believe - even just for a moment - that there was really a moon fairy and rabbit on the moon, because the full moon and the whole night sky were that magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went to ruin all the serenity by telling us that we have to trek all over ubin the next day -.- went to sleep after that. Was on the side so still okay. I think I took the longest to fall asleep on that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-550625655939113517?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/550625655939113517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=550625655939113517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/550625655939113517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/550625655939113517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-2-part-2-camp-2-twinkling-stars-and.html' title='Day 2 Part 2 -  Camp 2, the twinkling stars, and the round, round moon'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8559522940938377046</id><published>2011-05-22T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:19:52.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Part 1 - The sea, the scorching sun, and the acrophobia</title><content type='html'>Woke up a little before 5.17 am when I heard someone calling my name. When I answered nobody said anything so I was a little spooked for a while. But after that I found out it was winky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I woke up a few times during the night and no position seemed to be comfortable. My back hurt if I laid flat, and my shoulder bones hurt if I turned to the side. And there was once when I turned to my left I saw janelle's face damn close to mine and it was quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up and went to wash up. Waited for watch 14 nehru for a while at the place beside the MPH. Then we did some quite slack PT. Went back to unpitch our tents after that. The unpitching was as fail as the pitching and we took damn long. I think after that we went to eat our breakfast and plaster sunblock and went with our lifevests to meet the instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking! They got us to move the kayaks to the beach. They were damn heavy and six people were needed to move one. The sea looked very dirty from all the oil and waste drifting from malaysia but we got in anyway. They let us link arms and float on the water with our legs up. I felt like the sea otter pictures I saw on tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt how to row the kayak and how to capsize. Then we rowed out into the shallow seas for a test drive (row) and capsized. I was in front. The capsizing was epic fail. My shoes were too big and my leg got stuck in the kayak after we capsized and I thought I was going to drown for like two seconds before fais caught me. And I somehow managed to pull my leg out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we kayaked for real. It was very fun. Me and janelle kept splashing water over ourselves to prevent sunburns. We played catching with the instructors. We were rowing damn hard and we actually got nehru's instructor. I think I hit her very hard in the stomach with my oar thing though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did some group thing. We held the kayaks together and the back people stood up. Then we stood up on alternate. It was shaky when I stood at first but we were holding hands so it was okay. Then kayaked back to ubin. Changing directions was really tiring. I had to row super hard in front while janelle stuck her oar damn hard into the sea. And we kept banging into the same people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the store place to bathe. A lot of sea water and sand. I rinsed my clothes and shoes and hung them out. Then we ate a lunch comprising of digestive biscuits, vegetable biscuits and peanut butter biscuits -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height activities in the afternoon were... acrophobic. We were supposed to climb the inverted tower thing (THANK GOD FOR NOT THE ROCK WALL). Me and Janelle decided to climb the inside one because it looked a lot easier than the Z-Z thingy outside. I belayed for two rounds and my face got sun-burnt -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn to go up I was already freaking out like hell. Janelle let me climb the rock wall thing first. I went up and two seconds later I missed a step and fell -.- luckily my belayer caught me. Yeah then I started climbing again and I was screaming and freaking out and my legs were shaking and I fell again after getting stuck for a while. So janelle went up instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made the worst decision in my life by deciding to climb up again and I got stuck at the same place. The instructor told me to lean against the both sides of the wall and push myself up with my legs. Janelle was like shouting at me to grab her hand and she was pulling me up. Then I was like no no it's okay just let me fall and she was like no just grab my hand I won't let go. After that then I realised that it was a super movie moment -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so with all the pulling on my hand and the rope and pushing myself up and all the screaming I finally managed to get up. Then went up a bit higher and reached the tires part. I got all acrophobic again and Janelle also decided to go down. The dropping part was damn scary also. There was absolutely nothing to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose this whole thing just made me even more acrophobic, to the extent that I later got a bit scared walking on the jetty bridge thing -.- I sound like a sissy but it was really really very very scary up on the tower thing. I will never ever do this in my life ever again. And I got two abrasions from falling down the rock wall and one of them is currently oozing pus. So nice right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp 2 experience continued in next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8559522940938377046?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8559522940938377046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8559522940938377046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8559522940938377046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8559522940938377046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-2-sea-scorching-sun-acrophobia-and.html' title='Day 2 Part 1 - The sea, the scorching sun, and the acrophobia'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-5455217799627582873</id><published>2011-05-22T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:13:49.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Ubin, tents, and mosquitoes and ants</title><content type='html'>Reached school very early on Wednesday at about 7. Found jiaying holding her PE shirt and went to ISH with her. Met janelle sitting there. I think we were talking about how we're going to meet our doom later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus came and drove us to Punggol. The new HDB flats there look like condos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down at the super ulu OBS place near the jetty. They gave us our watch names, named after famous adventurers. Watch 13 is Elizabeth (after Elizabeth Choy someone said, but she was more of a patriot than an adventurer right.... o.o) Others had really funny weird names. We met our instructor, faisal who preferred to be know as fais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited around for a while before getting on the boat thing and leaving for ubin. Me and janelle had this super ominous feeling. The cool sea breeze was nice though. So were the white waves against the sparkling blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watches 1 to 14 were in Camp 1. The base really did look like the picture they showed us on the powerpoint. Went to the hall and saw scary-looking climbing stuff and this very high rock wall that made me nauseous just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember what happened next but we went to dump our bags at the store up a slope and a lot of stairs. And went to the cookhouse for lunch. Got out all the cutlery and stuff. I took a lot of rice but I would have taken much more if I had known what I'll be eating for the next few days o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we got out the food rations and it was humongously a lot and we took quite long to sort it out. Then we put the food into blue bucket things and put them away in the store o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was belaying exercise. Really had to pay attention while belaying and assistant-belaying cos if you don't the person up there will just fall and die or something. I was dragged in front quite a lot. It was scary when I was climbing, especially the dropping down part, and I got a bit acrophobic. I really had to trust my belayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitched our tents in the jungle/forest place by the sea. Walked past a haunted-house looking thing along the way. I was hoping that I wouldn't need to go to the toilet in the middle of the night because it would be, er, haunting. And there were a lot - and I mean a lot - of mosquitoes and ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our instructor taught us how to set up the tent. We took really long to fix the tents because we didn't know how to push the sticks through the cloth and our tent had a broken tent stick. So the store ICs went back to take. And after one hour and fifteen minutes we were finally done with four tents. That's how fail we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. The rice was disgusting. After five times of washing the water was still milky-white and all the rice had broken up. So me and janelle decided to give up. Fais helped us to cook our rice actually. And it turned out nice. Although the below was chaodah and the middle was a bit uncooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heated the canned food and stuff on the mastins over solid fuel fire. I think dinner was canned curry chicken, sardines,&amp;nbsp;anchovies and sweet corn.&amp;nbsp;The food was eatable lah. After the horror story about the canned curry chicken I was anticipating really horrible chicken. But I think the curry was the best canned food they gave us -.- After that they went to cook instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg speaking of instant noodles, they gave us like almost 40 packets in all. The sheer amount of food was comfortingly scary. Before I saw the huge basket of food I thought we were going to wrestle wild boars and shoot down birds for food or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they were eating the noodles me and janelle went back to pack our stuff for bathing. After cleaning up everybody practically raced back to bathe. And me and janelle got in first lol. The water was piercingly icy. But cold water felt better than anything after the hot day and all the sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing I forgot what we did for the rest of the night, then we walked to our campsite. Our instructors told us to turn off the torchlights and our eyes will be able to adjust (lol the visual purple will form).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon was round and big and shiny so we were using the moonlight to walk. I can't believe that can happen in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad in the tent because we were just by the sea and the breeze was blowing and our tent only had three people. I was in the middle but it was still okay.&amp;nbsp;We were smearing repellant and prickly heat all over (okay the prickly heat was just me but yeah). The powder was really good. Like exactly on the tin. Prickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor was hard, the tract pants were hot, a lot of other people were talking so it was hard to sleep but managed to fall asleep&amp;nbsp;nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-5455217799627582873?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/5455217799627582873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=5455217799627582873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5455217799627582873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5455217799627582873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1-ubin-tents-and-mosquitoes-and.html' title='Day 1 - Ubin, tents, and mosquitoes and ants'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7869132469355349197</id><published>2011-05-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:38:06.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from OBS</title><content type='html'>I'm back and almost recovered from OBS.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I survived.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even half as bad as I was picturing it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;And I really really learned a lot of things from the 4 days 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;And although I won't go back to pulau ubin even if you paid me to, it was a really unforgettable experience.&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how beautiful ubin is though. In a serene, natural kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;Will try to write about OBS in the next posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7869132469355349197?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7869132469355349197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7869132469355349197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7869132469355349197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7869132469355349197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-from-obs.html' title='Back from OBS'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6733210502238669064</id><published>2011-05-10T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:28:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh lol I was looking at my last year's archives and found this from last june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know what, you wanted a war right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you've got one.&lt;br /&gt;And you're going down.&lt;br /&gt;我会让你怎么死的都不知道&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know that I've achieved at least one of my goals in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6733210502238669064?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6733210502238669064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6733210502238669064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6733210502238669064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6733210502238669064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-lol-i-was-looking-at-my-last-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2234222809758612734</id><published>2011-05-10T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:03:01.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain come again</title><content type='html'>Saw jac post that on facebook haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn true. This morning it actually rained quite heavily for a while. And it felt so nice and cooling. Until the sun came back out again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to count my GPA in class during bio. I think it's gonna be really screwed. Maybe next term when band stops I can have a lot more time and energy to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol but I think I'll most probably just continue to slack until I turn 16 or august or something, when I will start panicking and mug like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home with hannah today we were deciding our june hols schedule. And we're going to cycle and mug on alternate days. And maybe get tjy during the weekends or something. LOL. Probably not so extreme lah but sounds good anyway :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a run again just now. I think at night my stamina a bit bad XD It feels really good running. Puts me off my sian emotionless mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to think about it, it's actually the last few days of real lessons. NOOOO I don't want OBS I'd rather have 4 full days of class D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope I get into chem olympiad 2nd round omg. But I don't think can. I completely screwed up the stupid paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding whether I should go to school early tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2234222809758612734?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2234222809758612734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2234222809758612734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2234222809758612734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2234222809758612734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain-rain-come-again.html' title='Rain rain come again'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6260594918781757798</id><published>2011-05-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:33:15.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking!</title><content type='html'>I just went for a run. For half an hour. Feel so refreshed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is like damn warm and my head is throbbing and I have stitches.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;While I was running I passed by some cats fighting and clawing then I was quite scared that they'll end up accidentally scratching me or something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days were actually quite slack. But I have this uneasy feeling inside me. Probably because OBS is like next week -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OBS IS NEXT WEEK. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I really really don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've taken a break lah. The past few weeks have been hell. There was one day that I slept at 4am. Four o'clock in the freaking morning. Yeah. So I've been blissfully sleeping my ten hours since saturday. Friday was damn joke. I came home after speech day and band and tuition. Then I bathed and just passed out from like 6 until almost 8 o'clock the next day. Pro right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway school again tomorrow. Bzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6260594918781757798?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6260594918781757798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6260594918781757798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6260594918781757798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6260594918781757798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/05/shocking.html' title='Shocking!'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6219979279197317856</id><published>2011-04-25T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:05:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I don't know why but I think my mugging spirit is completely destroyed again. I mean not totally lah, but like yeah -.- Like I don't have the urge to do my homework and stuff anymore. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math test was screwed. But luckily I listened to quek's friend's advice and didn't waste too much timei on the stupid probability question.&amp;nbsp;Math 1 grade's gonna be screwed. And my bio grade's gonna be screwed too. The common test will surely come out like shit one. The practical also. And if I get B for chinese I'll just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom's now coming home everyday to tell me that her this friend's daughter went to imperial college, then her other friend's kid is going to france, blahblah. Can't stand it already omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look on the bright side at least chem and math 2 are doing okay. For now. Electrolysis is confusing even though they've gone through it at tuition before. Not to mention organic chem. H2 ORGANIC CHEM. Chem olympiad is like this saturday ajlejakfjekanflkean/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that. That is not helping either. Although it's so much more controlled than this time last year. BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm worrying too much. I should just stop thinking. Yeah I shall do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6219979279197317856?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6219979279197317856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6219979279197317856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6219979279197317856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6219979279197317856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-i-dont-know-why-but-i-think-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8788331977111275044</id><published>2011-04-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:22:21.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>So sleepy for the whole of today. Sleeping at one plus everyday does not help. But what choice do I have :(((( okay lol I sound very whiny again hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's actually kind of good that I have to wake up at 6, cos at least I can reach school early and have some time to do stuff. Oh and I think my morning and night sore throat and cough is getting worse. Thank god I only lose my voice everyday when I reach class. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy came down after about five minutes after I reached to chiong finish hanah's card. Omg the card. LOL. It's so fantabulous -.- I spammed a page with derps of hannah. So yeah. Then we went to the band room cos jy needed to take something. After flag raising quek showed me the card she gave hannah. It was like damn funny. I like the cover page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah then class blah blah blah. I was trying not to fall asleep during math but she was just so slow and sidetracky so I couldn't take it anymore. Really too slow already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch we gave hannah her presents and stuff. She couldn't take the watermelon and soursop junice home because she had tuition after that. LOL. The watermelon's quite heavy o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg five stations's tomorrow I can't do pull ups I just cannot do pull ups. Damn it. I even got C for 2.4 and I can get A for sit and reach and sit ups and at least C or D or something for standing broad jump and shuttle run. But I'm just gonna fail my pull ups and I'll have to end up redoing and failing and redoing and failing then I'll get like NIL or something for napfa. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rhythm comm meeting thing on thursday I can't go because I have chem olympiad training and tuition after that. And it actually sounds like it'll be important for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy now &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH OMG LOL HANNAH'S FB WALL AHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8788331977111275044?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8788331977111275044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8788331977111275044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8788331977111275044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8788331977111275044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8881528301417030620</id><published>2011-04-18T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:48:24.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They've lost it</title><content type='html'>Today was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 6 was horrible.&amp;nbsp;My 50 minutes more of sleep T_T&amp;nbsp;Speaking of sleep, I think I can forget about sleeping tonight again.&amp;nbsp;So much undone homework.&amp;nbsp;And bio project.&amp;nbsp;And chem pop quiz to study.&amp;nbsp;And the chinese yan yu thing.&amp;nbsp;And f lit test omg -.- My parents won't even let me go US even if I could anyway. And I bet there's a bunch of other stuff do do also, just that I can't remember now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this term to be over.&amp;nbsp;At least it's week 4 already.&amp;nbsp;Time seems to pass really really quickly now. Like even faster than last year. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of doing hannah's birthday card now. She'll love it man -.- and her presents. I wonder how she's going to take them home. Especially that one. HAHA. Gnna paste the derp pictures of her on later. And I shall go find some old english to write from my romeo and juliet book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's band was sleepy. I let jonathan take sp. Lol I think he was very nervous cos he kept looking at me sitting there and stuff. Then I tried to not give any comments -.- The year 1s were ummmmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh well at least jonathan's a lot more responsible and I can pass on those gigantic AP burdens soon. Jonathan got quite fierce with them hahaha. Very funny to see him like that. When he was scolding I was like standing there and trying not to laugh. Good to slack during sp for once -.- shall continue slacking haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio project later :( Still need to do OP soon also :( And so much other hw to do :( LOL with the :(s it looks very whiny. Maybe I'll post more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8881528301417030620?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8881528301417030620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8881528301417030620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8881528301417030620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8881528301417030620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/04/theyve-lost-it.html' title='They&apos;ve lost it'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8263892193770199554</id><published>2011-04-09T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T18:55:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I can't believe I haven't updated about this.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER UBER LAG CAN.&lt;br /&gt;DHSSB GOT GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GOLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOLD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8263892193770199554?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8263892193770199554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8263892193770199554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8263892193770199554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8263892193770199554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/04/omg-i-cant-believe-i-havent-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-3874281919174855957</id><published>2011-04-04T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:01:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years later</title><content type='html'>SYF was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine that it just came and passed like that. Just like that. I can still remember that when they just started the countdown, and they were going, it's 60 days to SYF or something. Then SYF was suddenly &lt;i&gt;here &lt;/i&gt;in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I can still remember my last SYF when I was only Y2. When we were walking past the humanities room or whatever towards the foyer today I had this complete sense of deja vu. Like when I looked into the window to check my hair, I could suddenly remember very clearly when I was sec 2 and leaving for SYF and looking into the same windows and ruidi was telling me to pin up my fringe or something. Like I was doing the same things today as last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that it was two years ago and I'm already sec 4 and carrying a different instrument and my section mates are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing just felt very surreal. On stage at apassionato, like through all my involuntary shaking, I was staring at mr ng and at the audience. Then the whole thing just didn't feel like SYF at all. I was like turned on auto-play on my fingers but thinking like, is this really the real thing? Since it really felt like a rehearsal. But I suppose that's good lah lol :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when it was over (I shall NOT comment on what happened with the alkdjfkelajwrkla) and we were sitting on the bus back to school, I found the whole thing to be even more surreal. Like we've waited so long for this 15 minutes on stage and it's just over like so quickly. Now I've got a really empty feeling inside me though I've been looking forwards to this moment since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, today was generally good lah :D All our seniors and ex-seniors gave us their support LOL. Ruidi gave us some more chocolates~~~~ Poor mu xin has to serve as the 'coolie' all the time HAHA. Then xiao cui and shen mei came to see us also~!! So happy that we have seniors who love us. LOL. We finally found out xiao cui's age -.- and shen mei is reassuring as usual &amp;lt;3 When we got back to school we took a few incomplete section photos ^^ oh and thanks everyone for the cards and sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion (shit what is this) I think that no matter the outcome, we've really given our best this time round and we'll stand through the verdict as a band and a family. I've really really gained a lot from this SYF, because taking part as a senior is really very different from when I was a junior. Like through the training I was quite bitter at times but now all the clouds have cleared up again (I HOPE IT WILL STAY THIS WAY) and I'm able to like most people. Like how I have came to love my section (ZEPHANY I HOPE YOU READ THIS) and appreciate squadmates and other juniors and stuff. 军乐队一家人~ Yep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I can just submit this for NYAA or something. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-3874281919174855957?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/3874281919174855957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=3874281919174855957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3874281919174855957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3874281919174855957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-years-later.html' title='Two years later'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-690542127303013032</id><published>2011-03-04T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:35:33.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's band was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was taking the year 1s when the main band ppl inside the classroom and the y2s outside the class suddenly stood up. Then I saw ruidi 8D everybody was like GOOD AFTERNOON SIR. LOL. Like immediate respect sia haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went inside and played with the section while ruidi took us. It kinda felt like I was in y2 again. Good times. And he said we're okay! Yay. Then I took 2sm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had break at like 5 o'clock. Played wacko, blow wind blow and elope with the whole section. Was damn fun. Cos I realised that we're probably the only people who haven't gotten around to ice-breakers yet. &amp;nbsp;I think everybody got to know one another better. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I'm not that fail a SL after all lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-690542127303013032?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/690542127303013032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=690542127303013032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/690542127303013032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/690542127303013032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-band-was-fun-d-was-taking-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-147862885747770267</id><published>2011-02-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:44:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting for the first time in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's finally remotely normal again. These few days have been way better than a few weeks before. They're finally ordering a piccolo!! Like yay!!! I was so happy when I heard it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since I'm talking about band, my new y1 juniors are so cute! Michelle's brother is here lol as I hoped. Some people are jealous ;D So now we have two Jonathans. Haha. And we can go to syndey in june!! And my section is finally remotely in tune -.- so am I -.- finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since band made me so happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was damn epic. Hannah so pro hahahahaha. It's a combination of 天时地利and人和. LOL. BUT I STILL CAN'T UNSEE THAT DISGUSTING MENTAL IMAGE QUEK PLANTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmmm yep. Too lazy to post anymore. Been reblogging like mad on tumblr recently -.- Hope tomorrow will go as great as today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-147862885747770267?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/147862885747770267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=147862885747770267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/147862885747770267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/147862885747770267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/02/posting-for-first-time-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-9123990520562453190</id><published>2011-01-19T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:58:40.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe that was the last straw, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6619304578438952184-9123990520562453190?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/9123990520562453190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=9123990520562453190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9123990520562453190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9123990520562453190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-believe-that-was-last-straw-wasnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-3087250328020088954</id><published>2011-01-14T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:06:45.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dong.</title><content type='html'>Mr ng: where's the saliva leaking from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6619304578438952184-3087250328020088954?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/3087250328020088954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=3087250328020088954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3087250328020088954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3087250328020088954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/01/dong.html' title='Dong.'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4581680908734776986</id><published>2011-01-13T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:41:32.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was dong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band in the morning was like abcdefg. I was thinking that luckily ahem ahem. The soon-to-be-16-year-old piccolo was leaking saliva left right and center. I REALLY REALLY HOPE THEY GET A NEW ONE SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn funny after band. Mrs Tan wouldn't let any one take the lift up but she let me cos my 'foot was injured'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sort of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kinda stoned through lessons. I can't really remember what we did during class today either. Oh I can only remember that the bio practical was ... . And we got quite a lot of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was lol. Met hannah and jy for lunch. I was like showing them my toddler photo when. Yeah. I bought my thurs afternoon popcorn chicken. Then we went to the library to do hw for a while. After some sick hand gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed hannah to get &lt;s&gt;G&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;C string. Thank god this time the stupid direction blind cello didn't get lost again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to tuition I was about to die already. So during tuition I kept getting the answers wrong and the teacher had to prompt me a lot. She could tell that I was like damn tired so she let me go early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting in front of the comp and falling asleep -.- There's like so much hw for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my dark eye rings got darker. Luckily my face is just dark in general. So nobody can really tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6619304578438952184-4581680908734776986?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4581680908734776986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4581680908734776986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4581680908734776986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4581680908734776986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-was-dong.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6322564629890634486</id><published>2011-01-11T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:45:45.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust against the MRT door -.-</title><content type='html'>Today was normal. Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning while waiting for mildred's car hannah smsed me. Then I was like aiya wth lah at what she said. I was quite 纠结 over that thing for a while actually. But then I decided that nothing would be worth waking up half an hour early for on a school day. Sleep is still the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lessons. Lit was quite fun. Reading out the romeo and juliet play. Sampson's part was -.- and the whole class was laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before chinese I suddenly realised that I didn't bring textbook. Ran to borrow but a lot of classes were having chinese also. Luckily teacher didn't mind. And I hope that she didn't see my head drooping all over the place during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh during history we watched a documentary about hitler. It was like damn interesting. And eva braun was... let's just say she's not as pretty as we usually imagined her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch with hannah and jy after school. Then went for bsp. Then after bsp went to band room to find them with wenhsin. &amp;nbsp;Then took 158 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed them the romeo and juliet act one scene 1. Then I was telling them about the kappa sticker on my box/file/holder thing and hannah started laughing like hell. For a very long time. Then later on the bus jy started laughing for dunno why also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later when the MRT was leaving aljunied I lost my balance and almost fell on jy. Then again at paya lebar. And at eunos. Yeah you get it. And I wasn't even doing it on purpose -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all got reminded of the romeo and juliet sick part. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad went to bedok point just now! He says it's quite boring though. Like full of restaurants and stuff. Maybe I'll go there next time to see. If I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6322564629890634486?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6322564629890634486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6322564629890634486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6322564629890634486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6322564629890634486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/01/trust-against-mrt-door.html' title='Trust against the MRT door -.-'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-9213423494326065584</id><published>2011-01-09T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:49:00.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with cherries on top</title><content type='html'>Please let tomorrow be good.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least start good.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&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/6619304578438952184-9213423494326065584?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/9213423494326065584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=9213423494326065584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9213423494326065584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/9213423494326065584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-cherries-on-top.html' title='with cherries on top'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7921553649866528429</id><published>2011-01-09T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:23:42.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Changed blogskin yesterday! This time it only took ten minutes. I think I changed it too much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start on my work soon zomg. Like revise for the chem class test thing next week. Or do the romeo and juliet thing. Or read the book. Luckily my class hasn't got as many homework as the other classes o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my typing speed decreased a lot cos I haven't been typing much recently T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I still have to continue wearing sandals to school. The allergy/rash/skin condition thing is a lot better already but still not healed properly. Just now it was itching again. Well at least my foot isn't swollen anymore. Last week my mother was saying it looked like a pig trotter =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my dad was saying how lucky it was that I didn't sprain my neck and decide to put the gao yao on my neck, and luckily it was just my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose he's right. But it's bad enough already can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a note on facebook yesterday. It was totally completely absolutely awesome and true. But I can't find it anymore. Maybe they removed it or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I shall go take a good look at the fountain/pond thing and maybe even sit in the&amp;nbsp;pavilions. And see whether I discover any use for them besides&amp;nbsp;aesthetically &lt;s&gt;beautifying&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;uglifying the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I shall try to continue that 30 letters thing when I feel like it :D &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/6619304578438952184-7921553649866528429?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7921553649866528429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7921553649866528429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7921553649866528429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7921553649866528429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/01/changed-blogskin-yesterday-this-time-it.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2609746645637724999</id><published>2011-01-09T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:09:15.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Things have been really bad since dumbledore got replaced by umbridge"</title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2609746645637724999?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2609746645637724999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2609746645637724999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2609746645637724999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2609746645637724999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-have-been-really-bad-since.html' title='&quot;Things have been really bad since dumbledore got replaced by umbridge&quot;'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-5551254828441467135</id><published>2011-01-04T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:40:35.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY</title><content type='html'>Hm. First day of school. First day of Y4.&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually it didn't really feel like the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because there's no orientation this year.&lt;br /&gt;We just had lessons.&lt;br /&gt;The new classroom is big.&lt;br /&gt;Not used to 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the last year 4C ppl left a lot of stuff in the class.&lt;br /&gt;So during history the teacher auctioned them all off.&lt;br /&gt;There was even a modern world history.&lt;br /&gt;But I think teacher took that one lol.&lt;br /&gt;So yep.&lt;br /&gt;Here went my first day as a y4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-5551254828441467135?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/5551254828441467135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=5551254828441467135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5551254828441467135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5551254828441467135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day.html' title='FIRST DAY'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-2540360646334085461</id><published>2010-12-19T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:22:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went Takashimaya to perform.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite hectic actually but quite fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus there everyone got a surname.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle sucks, zephany sucks, yuxin sucks more, jiaqi sucks, mingli sucks, peiyu sucks and jonathan rocks -.-&lt;br /&gt;And we were pointing at everything on mingli's bali photos and saying they were michelle and zephany.&lt;br /&gt;And they were saying it was me and quek.&lt;br /&gt;I turned out to be everything black -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anw we reached there and it was very late when unpacking was over.&lt;br /&gt;Chionged dinner at mos burgers.&lt;br /&gt;Then we performed.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then got break.&lt;br /&gt;So chionged to macs with quek michelle zephany and peiyu.&lt;br /&gt;When we came back ruidi found us.&lt;br /&gt;We were bored so I told them the great white monkey lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;It was really really lame.&lt;br /&gt;And we got ruidi to moonwalk and he was like, the floor is too rough.&lt;br /&gt;After that was the second round of performance.&lt;br /&gt;Then after after that we went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and ruidi ended up as ruidi sucks the most LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We were like, do you want to be sucks, sucks more, sucks a lot, sucks the most, rocks or sucks rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Anw on the bus back me and quek came up with christmas and CNY songs for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I think zephany's one is the most epic -.-&lt;br /&gt;We were singing the songs all the way.&lt;br /&gt;And told them lame jokes and racist jokes and sick jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Peiyu didn't get the sick jokes -.-&lt;br /&gt;When we got back weilin ended up as weilin sucks. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;So now most ppl in flutes have a surname and a song.&lt;br /&gt;Then took cab home with hannah and huiyi.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-2540360646334085461?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/2540360646334085461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=2540360646334085461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2540360646334085461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/2540360646334085461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesterday-went-takashimaya-to-perform.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-4046105544033509649</id><published>2010-12-19T16:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:25:25.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay long time no post!&lt;br /&gt;Anw I'm finally back from China~&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload the photos I took there some other time probably.&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall try to update about band camp and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two new sankyos finally came on wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;And michelle and zephany got them ^^&lt;br /&gt;And jonathan got jiaying's B foot joint sankyo.&lt;br /&gt;So now our intonation is finally better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw Y6 grad day was damn epic!&lt;br /&gt;Me and quek went to get their presents on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Got a cow for shenmei and a gorilla toy for jiaying (finally!)&lt;br /&gt;Then on tuesday we stayed back to decorate the cups.&lt;br /&gt;And we chionged out their cards on friday itself.&lt;br /&gt;When we gave shenmei her cup in the cup presentation thing we had a group hug yay!&lt;br /&gt;During the hug I was like, eh, but later we cannot hug jiaying leh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we made jiaying open his present.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like, what is it, gorilla soft toy ah.&lt;br /&gt;Smart guy eh.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like what the hell when it really turned out to be a gorilla soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed like shit. Especially shenmei.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Y6 guys were like, AHAHAH looks like him looks like him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I turned out to be secretary lol.&lt;br /&gt;Mingli the sucker got wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway after everything we went for section dinner at peiyu's family restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we were gossiping like shit and somehow everything ended up with someone being pregnant -.-&lt;br /&gt;And jonathan couldn't catch what we were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the restaurant we gossiped again. And me and quek entertained shenmei and ruidi and jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;Then we took section photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs029.ash2/34833_1385858627072_1850223019_737274_5442432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs029.ash2/34833_1385858627072_1850223019_737274_5442432_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then me quek jonathan and michelle took MRT home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and sometime during the day michelle ended up as michelle sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-4046105544033509649?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/4046105544033509649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=4046105544033509649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4046105544033509649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/4046105544033509649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/12/yay-long-time-no-post-anw-im-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-1416693775714660844</id><published>2010-11-12T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:26:06.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am starting to wonder why I didn't set my flight at tonight instead of Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously nothing to do now.&lt;br /&gt;Well when I come back I'm gonna spam this place with pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;This should be my last update for about a month or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-1416693775714660844?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/1416693775714660844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=1416693775714660844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1416693775714660844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1416693775714660844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-starting-to-wonder-why-i-didnt-set.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-6923009362208276476</id><published>2010-11-05T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:29:29.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - My favourite internet friend</title><content type='html'>Dear jy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my favourite internet friend too!&lt;br /&gt;Lol -.-&lt;br /&gt;Talking on mail.dhs since march has been so fun~&lt;br /&gt;Random outbursts of high-ness -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-6923009362208276476?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/6923009362208276476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=6923009362208276476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6923009362208276476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/6923009362208276476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-8-my-favourite-internet-friend.html' title='Day 8 - My favourite internet friend'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-1313020641168892087</id><published>2010-11-05T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:28:20.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - My ex-crush</title><content type='html'>Dear ex-crush,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad I'm over you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-1313020641168892087?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/1313020641168892087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=1313020641168892087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1313020641168892087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1313020641168892087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-7-my-ex-crush.html' title='Day 7 - My ex-crush'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-196768384155389505</id><published>2010-11-05T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T02:09:00.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg today was damn epic.&lt;br /&gt;Meet jy and hannah at bedok in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a while to get a cab to ECP.&lt;br /&gt;Rented three bikes!&lt;br /&gt;Very cheap, $6 for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they tried to teach me how to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn scary.&lt;br /&gt;At first they pushed the bike from the back so I won't fall over.&lt;br /&gt;Then I didn't even know when they started letting go.&lt;br /&gt;So I can sort of cycle now!&lt;br /&gt;But then I crashed into a tree!&lt;br /&gt;Now my right foot's kinda screwed. I hope it'll be okay :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We all ate mcspicy and me and jy realised that we had missed call from hannah's mother LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to the beach and I was telling them about the catfish my family caught when we really did see a catfish.&lt;br /&gt;It was all small and flopping about on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah took jy's mat and pushed it back into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Jy tried to skid stones.&lt;br /&gt;Went onto one of those giant rock things and sat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to sitting on the mat after writing stuff on the sand hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbed sand on our feet and legs LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then I think we went back to the rock again and looked at those crab/barnacles.&lt;br /&gt;And saw a sea cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;When we were going back there was this other catfish on the sand again -.-&lt;br /&gt;Though we think it was the same one.&lt;br /&gt;So jy took a rock and hannah pushed it back. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this really gross PDA scene in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Oh then hannah and jy went to buy mcflurrys.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were sitting there eating the mcflurrys I think it looked as though we were 看戏ing.&lt;br /&gt;Then hannah started roasting.&lt;br /&gt;Okay she started roasting quite a while ago but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We laid down on the mat and took out my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing was like damn serene minus the PDA.&lt;br /&gt;Then we packed up and walked to marine terrace and saw jy's dad's another branch.&lt;br /&gt;Then took 196 to bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I realised I was roasting too.&lt;br /&gt;And my ankle hurts worse than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still go jy house on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Slept for about four hours?&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1am -.-&lt;br /&gt;So now I have nothing to do besides the math hw.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-196768384155389505?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/196768384155389505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=196768384155389505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/196768384155389505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/196768384155389505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg-today-was-damn-epic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-302761938926817951</id><published>2010-11-03T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:32:46.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - A stranger</title><content type='html'>Dear stranger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-302761938926817951?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-5273792254534681241</id><published>2010-11-03T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:32:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - My dreams</title><content type='html'>Dear dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see where I am now, and I can see you.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't see how am I going to get to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-5273792254534681241?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/5273792254534681241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=5273792254534681241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5273792254534681241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/5273792254534681241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-my-dreams.html' title='Day 5 - My dreams'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8186320287530372732</id><published>2010-11-02T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:20:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Your siblings</title><content type='html'>Dear siblings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saving me all the pain by not existing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8186320287530372732?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8186320287530372732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8186320287530372732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8186320287530372732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8186320287530372732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-your-siblings.html' title='Day 4 - Your siblings'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-1272332903081529556</id><published>2010-11-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:19:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Your parents</title><content type='html'>Dear parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for withstanding my crap for the past 8 years that I've been living with you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me have my reasonable wants.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cleaning up my mess all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I have you as my parents after all.&lt;br /&gt;And you can stop worrying so much about my uni school fees cos I'm still in secondary school and I can always pay by installments.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-1272332903081529556?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/1272332903081529556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=1272332903081529556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1272332903081529556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/1272332903081529556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-parents.html' title='Day 3 - Your parents'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-8113515110911518700</id><published>2010-11-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:00:04.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Your crush</title><content type='html'>Dear my crush,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck even more than hx (if that's even possible) so I deduce that you'll never read this.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you see this I think you'll probably puke so it's better that you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Uh back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you've gotten better over these few years bah.&lt;br /&gt;(File + UFO = WOAH)&lt;br /&gt;But I still think you might be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;And although it's getting less businesslike it can afford to be less businesslike.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get the wrong impression that I'm a workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;May you actually see this and not puke.&lt;br /&gt;And may you not be an Aruna in life o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-8113515110911518700?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/8113515110911518700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=8113515110911518700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8113515110911518700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/8113515110911518700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-your-crush.html' title='Day 2 - Your crush'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-7391056587920084598</id><published>2010-11-01T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:45:15.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - your best friend</title><content type='html'>Hey huixin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've officially known each other for eight years.&lt;br /&gt;That's like more than half our lives o.o&lt;br /&gt;Even though you kinda suck now I still love you all the same!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you'll probably suck so much that you won't even read this post!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well 8D&lt;br /&gt;It's still not too late to dump you now, since prom ain't here yet.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends from dhs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making school life so awesome for the past three years.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for understanding and enduring my high-ness for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;Life was fun, and will be fun with you guys :D&lt;br /&gt;You people are great friends~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-7391056587920084598?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/7391056587920084598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=7391056587920084598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7391056587920084598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/7391056587920084598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-your-best-friend.html' title='Day 1 - your best friend'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6619304578438952184.post-3505722639860123107</id><published>2010-11-01T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:42:59.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;IMMA DO THIS THING SINCE I'M SO BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh and in order to finish this before I leave SG I shall write TWO LETTERS A DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BEAT THAT TJY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;LOL JK XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 1 — Your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 2 — Your crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind; good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want to tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6619304578438952184-3505722639860123107?l=the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/feeds/3505722639860123107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6619304578438952184&amp;postID=3505722639860123107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3505722639860123107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6619304578438952184/posts/default/3505722639860123107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cuckoo-in-the-clock.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-letters.html' title='30 Letters'/><author><name>Jia Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561561907396688054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LP4nsi5-VtY/SL_UllJdkvI/AAAAAAAAACM/t0V8kllkf9c/s1600-R/cute-hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
