<?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-9159014061724285497</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:38:31.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter facts of life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-6697864697448699571</id><published>2009-11-04T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:16:28.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween gifts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SvFiirx9g0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jFop4rF4dic/s1600-h/image-upload-245-786050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SvFiirx9g0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jFop4rF4dic/s320/image-upload-245-786050.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aren't they all cute? Thanks for everything guys! :)&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-6697864697448699571?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/6697864697448699571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=6697864697448699571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6697864697448699571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6697864697448699571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-gifts.html' title='Halloween gifts!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SvFiirx9g0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jFop4rF4dic/s72-c/image-upload-245-786050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5347419640785624189</id><published>2009-09-28T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:04:13.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired??</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure but I just feel tired...This is not me at all. I thought, that the enthusiasm within me had rekindled...but I realised that everything was a mere facade...My existence is probably that too...I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind...it works in wondrous ways...and probably (in my case) ways that could lead to one's own destruction...weird isn't it? A mind can be some sort of a self-destructing device...what a parasite! At times..I can feel my mind eating away at my sanity..I'm of course still sane...but...it kind of makes me tired...trying to control my mind...i just hope it'll stop ating all wayward-ish and listen to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Dear Friends, do NOT be disturbed by this..i just needed to type out what was in my head that's all =) It kinda just lifts the burden up there =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-5347419640785624189?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5347419640785624189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5347419640785624189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5347419640785624189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5347419640785624189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='Tired??'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-832316383591909929</id><published>2009-09-11T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:43:43.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel the fire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SqnjjTzqHPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/z7Gtk0LpuhQ/s1600-h/image-upload-2-720701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SqnjjTzqHPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/z7Gtk0LpuhQ/s320/image-upload-2-720701.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's just flaunting his asset over here..if you haven't figured out as to what it is..well, it's his sexy-ness:) he takes after his dad:p&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-832316383591909929?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/832316383591909929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=832316383591909929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/832316383591909929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/832316383591909929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-feel-fire.html' title='Can you feel the fire?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SqnjjTzqHPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/z7Gtk0LpuhQ/s72-c/image-upload-2-720701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5733948661246232432</id><published>2009-09-10T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:32:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SqirkazncHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gSPS_a4zqBc/s1600-h/image-upload-13-753168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SqirkazncHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gSPS_a4zqBc/s320/image-upload-13-753168.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Damn..i feel so tired..and it's only midday..only managed to brainstorm for my ob case study..think i'm having a personality crisis honestly..Lolx:)ignore my incessant ramblings..must be the weather..can't wait to go home tmr..i miss my babies so much! &lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-5733948661246232432?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5733948661246232432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5733948661246232432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5733948661246232432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5733948661246232432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/09/caged.html' title='Caged.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SqirkazncHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gSPS_a4zqBc/s72-c/image-upload-13-753168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-1935959425146797958</id><published>2009-08-24T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:58:20.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball of illusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SpJkO0BviTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yXtWNPoY50E/s1600-h/image-upload-112-799095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SpJkO0BviTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yXtWNPoY50E/s320/image-upload-112-799095.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love the intensity of her stare! My youngest, most gorgeous child! *whoops!being a biased mum here..*&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-1935959425146797958?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/1935959425146797958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=1935959425146797958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1935959425146797958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1935959425146797958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/08/ball-of-illusion.html' title='Ball of illusion.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SpJkO0BviTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yXtWNPoY50E/s72-c/image-upload-112-799095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-8298723946214401561</id><published>2009-08-13T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:02:03.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The faraway look.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SoOeSmw4yiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pBUhgo6ZsfM/s1600-h/image-upload-71-722138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SoOeSmw4yiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pBUhgo6ZsfM/s320/image-upload-71-722138.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;She's just too adorable for words! I miss my babies so! Can't wait to return to them for the weekend!&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-8298723946214401561?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/8298723946214401561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=8298723946214401561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/8298723946214401561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/8298723946214401561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/08/faraway-look.html' title='The faraway look.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SoOeSmw4yiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pBUhgo6ZsfM/s72-c/image-upload-71-722138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-8634913413711911747</id><published>2009-08-01T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:07:48.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy mochi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SnQT8-VDbnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/9ECrMtP2Rt8/s1600-h/image-upload-68-767010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SnQT8-VDbnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/9ECrMtP2Rt8/s320/image-upload-68-767010.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Faye was so sweet the other day as to treat candy and i to 2 mochis each:) Yum! I got chocolate espresso and err..azuki bean flavoured mochi:) Candy ordered green tea and umm..tiramisu-my favourite:) Faye ordered her favourite,blueberry, and passionfruit which had an amazing,mind-blowing taste:) thanks Faye! I want dango next! Lolx:) come back soon, and i'll treat you to it kay:) at ion!&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-8634913413711911747?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/8634913413711911747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=8634913413711911747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/8634913413711911747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/8634913413711911747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/08/yummy-mochi.html' title='Yummy mochi!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SnQT8-VDbnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/9ECrMtP2Rt8/s72-c/image-upload-68-767010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4704422238579089402</id><published>2009-08-01T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:59:00.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learnt the hard way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SnPns6m6clI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YVovvOQuuf8/s1600-h/image-upload-69-739121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SnPns6m6clI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YVovvOQuuf8/s320/image-upload-69-739121.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, like all other females, i was rather intrigued by the idea of fake nails..considering that i have really short nails, fake nails saves me the hassle and pain of growing my nails longer than necessary..i tried it and it's fabulous! BUT the fact that i didn't file the fake nails served as a huge source of irritation to me as it was too long! Honestly, how amateurish can one actually be in this case?!? Yep:) lesson learnt, file the nails a hell lot before glueing them to your real nails:x i hate nail glue though..my nails are still in bad condition after removing the fake nails:( i'll try the adhesive tapes next time:)till then:x &lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-4704422238579089402?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4704422238579089402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4704422238579089402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4704422238579089402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4704422238579089402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/08/lesson-learnt-hard-way.html' title='Lesson learnt the hard way..'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SnPns6m6clI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YVovvOQuuf8/s72-c/image-upload-69-739121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-7488540926469353748</id><published>2009-07-14T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:58:21.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waning interest</title><content type='html'>Haven't been writing..in a long..ever-so long while...Went for holidays, go out day-after-day with my friends and my cousins =) It's exhausting, really...as usual, I have to learn the art of saving money...I spent $200 over in 2 days..can you imagine that?? I don't even know what I spent it on...clothes? Food? Hmm...money matters anger me more than anything could ever do so =x Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty happy after my holiday in Kuching =) I got the opportunity to clear up my mind and decide on what I'd like to do =) I still believe that I want to pursue Medicine, but I don't think I'm ready for it yet =x I'm hoping to gain maturity and discipline from the degrees I'll be studying in at NTU before I decide to embark on the final journey to being a doctor...well, that is if I don't change my mind later in the future =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock's ticking away...whilst I'm wasting my time away at the computer...doing absolutely nothing concrete with my life...I'm just dreaming my life away...a life lacking in passion (if you're thinking about love, you're dead wrong)...passion to do something...as it is, my Japanese class's taking on a hiatus =x It'll only resume in september =x this irritates me so...and it'll only be on a Tuesday...Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for a good Arabic school but to no avail =x I'll probably continue with MSA 2 at Al-Markaz if noone can recommend anywhere else that's better..really =x I hate waiting...I don't believe learning should take a backseat in life...really =) but I can't seem to get the discipline to do self-study for languages =s like I said, i lack passion in life..I really love languages, I do...but I just don't have much enthusiasm in me =x There's alot of things that I really like, but if left alone, I wouldn't even consider doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me insane, but I'm thinking of taking up German in NTU...or should I take Mandarin? I'm just worried it might end up making me confused with my Japanese...although I feel that in terms of memorising the characters, it's kind of like killing 2 birds with one stone...right? I'll have to consider this...hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous...really...for school...hmm..I've read the course contents (the more detailed ones) and I found everything alien to me =x Internal and external shareholders or something to that extent...Gosh...It's like stepping into the unknown...but...with the arrogance of being able to accomplish a great deal though being in an alien place...hmm...I hope that I can cope with the double degree...Not like it's an option in the first place...I'll definitely have to cope with it =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I ranting? Probably 'coz I have nothing concrete to discuss...I would've loved to write about my trip to Kuching but I have not the energy to upload the pictures...Sad as it is =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..right..today's my youngest brother's birthday =) I'm going to treat him to Harry Potter in 3D =) But...I want to get him something "solid", if you get what I mean...Too bad my brothers' aren't much of a narcissist...I wouldn't have much problems then would I? =) I'm glad they aren't though =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better go off right now...I've been coming late for all the meetings with my friends...I have no idea why my phone alarm won't go off...It's just really soft nowadays, it's like a bee buzzing around my ear =x My dad says this is just because of my screwed-up sleeping timetable...he may be right...not like I'll change my ways of anything though =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right..I should retire to my bourdoir this very instant =p Oyasumi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-7488540926469353748?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/7488540926469353748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=7488540926469353748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7488540926469353748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7488540926469353748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/07/waning-interest.html' title='Waning interest'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-6592980801326172300</id><published>2009-06-13T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:33:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor mira:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SjMeFUaYpMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/W0mwLOOLG8g/s1600-h/image-upload-17-721723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SjMeFUaYpMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/W0mwLOOLG8g/s320/image-upload-17-721723.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lolx:) it's seriously great, working in a doctor's room:) makes you feel damn..important?&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-6592980801326172300?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/6592980801326172300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=6592980801326172300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6592980801326172300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6592980801326172300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctor-mira.html' title='Doctor mira:)'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SjMeFUaYpMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/W0mwLOOLG8g/s72-c/image-upload-17-721723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-1216835457861509373</id><published>2009-06-13T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:27:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My worktable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SjMcjgYopiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W6fDqtIhKeQ/s1600-h/image-upload-14-730408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SjMcjgYopiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W6fDqtIhKeQ/s320/image-upload-14-730408.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm actually using a doctor's room! Damn cool! And somewhat depressing for me..Lolx:) but this is how i arrange my materials:)&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-1216835457861509373?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/1216835457861509373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=1216835457861509373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1216835457861509373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1216835457861509373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-worktable.html' title='My worktable'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SjMcjgYopiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W6fDqtIhKeQ/s72-c/image-upload-14-730408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-8944267821616725217</id><published>2009-06-04T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:19:11.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats love denim:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SichDnnHbKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UUHvmbZCLKI/s1600-h/image-upload-78-750525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SichDnnHbKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UUHvmbZCLKI/s320/image-upload-78-750525.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Am at work now..sleepy..i bet my phone bill's gonna be high again..keep using gprs on my phone to access the internet:x&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-8944267821616725217?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/8944267821616725217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=8944267821616725217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5319541681361482080</id><published>2009-06-04T09:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:16:15.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SicgX0aV3sI/AAAAAAAAAOw/F8nVR0e2Ghg/s1600-h/image-upload-60-775402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SicgX0aV3sI/AAAAAAAAAOw/F8nVR0e2Ghg/s320/image-upload-60-775402.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All the mothers on my paternal side:) well, one's missing:x &lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-5319541681361482080?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/je2MFXDr7xw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right guys. I just came back from watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine at Shaw Century Square with my youngest brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directors Bryan Singer (he directed X-Men and X-men United) and Brett Ratner (he directed X-Men:The last stand) blew me away with their great directing abilities for the X-men movies. Hence, my expectations for the X-Men Origins:Wolverine was pretty high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this X-Men movie did not meet my expectations. Gavin Hood did a great job with the visual effects and I see no defect in his directing but the intensity that I sensed in the previous X-Men movies were missing from this one. The excitement of it all's not quite there. I could sense Wolverine's emotions but it didn't move me the way the previous X-Men movies did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, when the movie ended, I was like, "Huh??? So fast??!!??? No way!!". This is definitely a sign that this movie's a good one. It just wasn't as fantastic as the previous movies though. Nevertheless, a MUST-WATCH! Especially for Hugh Jackman fans! He had great, really, really great moments in there =) The bulging muscles, his hot eyebrows (I never thought I'd actually say this, but his eyebrows are really the sexiest part of him *My Mr Right, take note: I want you to have such eyebrows!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jackman's an absolutely fantastic actor! I'm really glad that he replaced Dougray Scott =) No offence to Scott's fans, though. I think that Jackman is really in sync with Wolverine - he just fits this character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about the leak of the X Men Origins:Wolverine's workprint, and I am truly saddened by it. This incident simply shows the lack of respect for people working in this industry and the effort that they put in to make this movie a success. I think it's high time we stop such acts and support legal broadcast and releases of movies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-3144941198381659103?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/3144941198381659103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=3144941198381659103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/3144941198381659103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/3144941198381659103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-men-origins-wolverine.html' title='X-Men Origins: Wolverine'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-763793738757870016</id><published>2009-04-04T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:55:06.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family picnic at East Coast</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my entire maternal side of the family came together for a picnic- you'll usually catch us slacking at each other's house, or on the computer playing scrabble at &lt;a href="http://www.lexulous.com/"&gt;http://www.lexulous.com/&lt;/a&gt; ..After the wakeboarding trip with my cousins, Kak Raudhah suggested having a family picnic at East Coast - we discussed with Mami and planned for the outing today =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family (with the exception of my dad who's always working =x ) and Long (eldest aunt) went ot East Coast early. It was raining before we left for ECP - I was worried sick that the entire event should go to waste. I made potato salad(which cost me my sleep!) and tuna sandwiches. Unfortunately, my potato salad didn't hit the charts - my tuna did...damn that recipe I got off the internet....grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when we arrived, the 5 of us were supposed to set up that big tent of mine...Worse of all was...we were taking a little more time than usual...and it compelled me to think that we had probably forgotten how to set up the tent...My mum got this guy who was picnicking near us to help us set our tent up...he did it within less than 5 mins...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddfDnmBYpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ccGhWRZE2rI/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320826000534233746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddfDnmBYpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ccGhWRZE2rI/s320/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our failed attempt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddfD2AFNAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ggpPxqP3aUY/s1600-h/DSC02455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320826004401632258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddfD2AFNAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ggpPxqP3aUY/s320/DSC02455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddfDrNKq1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/POcvop5-Cqk/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320826001503726418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddfDrNKq1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/POcvop5-Cqk/s320/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in gray and the female in blue were helping us out with our tent =) Not too sure if they're a couple or if they're siblings...don't be a busybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddgpVa3p1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/4D0w8krzk70/s1600-h/DSC02456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827748002277202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddgpVa3p1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/4D0w8krzk70/s320/DSC02456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/Sddgp2sje1I/AAAAAAAAANI/9vPNvx8nRcE/s1600-h/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827756934822738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/Sddgp2sje1I/AAAAAAAAANI/9vPNvx8nRcE/s320/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long's just sitting there comfortably - the wind today was great =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddgqJ-F-PI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TaqOYTiKFms/s1600-h/DSC02459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827762108659954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddgqJ-F-PI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TaqOYTiKFms/s320/DSC02459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the entire "gang" arrived! We were playing with our niece, Alyaa =) She's soooo adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddgqRlNOdI/AAAAAAAAANY/a2qMBKx7a8U/s1600-h/DSC02460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827764151761362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddgqRlNOdI/AAAAAAAAANY/a2qMBKx7a8U/s320/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, everyone's bustling about, getting the food containers out in the open - they dug in before us =x Not that that's a problem or anything =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddiyFgx-AI/AAAAAAAAANg/jQIOSGpRH2A/s1600-h/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320830097374181378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddiyFgx-AI/AAAAAAAAANg/jQIOSGpRH2A/s320/DSC02461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this, we were planning to build a sand castle...However, Alyaa destroyed the 2 towers we created =x You can see that she has her hands on this heap of sand right...well, remnants of our castle =x Evilllll....never build a castle in her presence, she thinks of nothing but destruction! LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddiycwiSSI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dv6gt1LbNmE/s1600-h/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320830103614277922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddiycwiSSI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dv6gt1LbNmE/s320/DSC02462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Long attempted to cover Alyaa's feet with sand - and she managed to on the second try by pinning Alyaa's legs to the ground =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/Sddiy277esI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5mfHBqoWzE4/s1600-h/DSC02464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320830110641388226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/Sddiy277esI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5mfHBqoWzE4/s320/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyaa wasn't comfortable with being covered by sand - the moment Long released her from her grip, she immediately destroyed the "mermaid's sand tail"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddizPkoVVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fL17S0htUuc/s1600-h/DSC02465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320830117254550866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddizPkoVVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fL17S0htUuc/s320/DSC02465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...all destroyed....BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddlFvzhssI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ap8oW29ZdVY/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320832634167866050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddlFvzhssI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ap8oW29ZdVY/s320/DSC02482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Taboo - lots of cheating occurred, what with the aunts using a direct translation of the actual word to Malay words *shakes head disapprovingly*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahh!! I'm sleepy nowwww.......Can't seem to write anymoree....lollll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-763793738757870016?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/763793738757870016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=763793738757870016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/763793738757870016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/763793738757870016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-picnic-at-east-coast.html' title='Family picnic at East Coast'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SddfDnmBYpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ccGhWRZE2rI/s72-c/DSC02453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-2712407289518883435</id><published>2009-04-03T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:24:28.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing it...NOT!</title><content type='html'>Dear BFL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand I have ignored your presence after all these weeks. I can't help it, there's just no more motivation to write everytime I'm on the laptop. Weirdly, everytime I feel like writing, there are absolutely no writing materials around me. I'll just blame it all on Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lots of things have occurred in my life - and I realise that my character is starting to evolve. This is, obviously, not a good thing. I'm less patient, irritated by the slightest things etc...The one thing that scares me the most is at times I get the feeling that I don't care for anything or anyone for that matter. I do care, but at times, when my negative feelings overwhelm me, I don't care for others - I don't want to. During those moments, I miss my past - where my only friends were books. Thing is, I LOVE having human friends now, but, I miss my book friends. Time is just flying by so quickly, there's just so much that does not suffice for a hearty read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a lot of things, but I'm currently lacking the cash to do it =( I'm getting my parents to pay for my Japanese class which will continue in 2 weeks time (thank God I have a $50 voucher!)..I'm still pondering over continuing Arab though...I do want to complete my studies - it's not me to just give it up halfway through, but my financial situation's bad right now...Prices of commodities are rising and I think it'll be selfish of me to demand that my parents pay for this too...I'll probably settle for self-studying, it'll probably do me good to start some self-discipline once again...I kind of lost it somewhere during this long holiday period..I'm planning to take up Chinese, Korean, German, Russian soon =x I know that's a lot....but......wahh!! God, please allow me to split myself into atleast 5 more people to facilitate my learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FTT is in less than 9 hours time! I need to pass, I can't afford to waste my money on stupid tests like this =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've no more energy to write anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-2712407289518883435?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/2712407289518883435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=2712407289518883435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2712407289518883435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2712407289518883435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-itnot.html' title='Missing it...NOT!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-6587479042062039707</id><published>2009-02-20T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:04:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Causeway point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZ6cVFjzvHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YB4GUSHoXLw/s1600-h/image-upload-59-776792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZ6cVFjzvHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YB4GUSHoXLw/s320/image-upload-59-776792.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know most people would think that i'm insane to be amongst the crowd, waiting for Jiro. I'm really excited but it's dulling as i type..they've been playing the same song over and over..i'm getting tired of waiting..Wahh!&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-6587479042062039707?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/6587479042062039707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=6587479042062039707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6587479042062039707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6587479042062039707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/causeway-point.html' title='Causeway point'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZ6cVFjzvHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YB4GUSHoXLw/s72-c/image-upload-59-776792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4871146513162998301</id><published>2009-02-17T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:37:19.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If he was here, I know he'll tell me not to give up. He'll tell me to up my efforts, so that I can become the person I've always dreamed of being - one with a pleasant chracter, confidence, arrogance (at appropriate times, of course), firm etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that he won't help me up when I fall-he'll scold me and hate me for not picking myself up almost immediately as I fell -face flat- to the ground. His anger is enough to rebuild my shattered confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I need him, he'll always magically appear. Everytime I smile, it seems that he's smiling with me. Everytime I'm sad, I can sense his disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's all in my imagination, it is this imagination of him that gets me through each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rantings of an obsessed ***** fan =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4871146513162998301?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4871146513162998301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4871146513162998301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4871146513162998301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4871146513162998301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-he-was-here-i-know-hell-tell-me-not.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-6201459437332548626</id><published>2009-02-16T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:46:41.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Major Am I?</title><content type='html'>I've done the quiz, upon being hassled by someone(ahemm...). So here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You Scored as Mathematics/Statistics&lt;br /&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Mathematics, Statistics, or related majors (e.g., Accounting, Actuarial Science, Astronomy, Computer Engineering, Computer Information Systems (CIS), Computer Science, Economics, Engineering, Finance, Management Information Systems (MIS), Operations Management, Physics, Risk Management). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics/Statistics&lt;br /&gt;100%&lt;br /&gt;French/Spanish/OtherLanguage&lt;br /&gt;94%&lt;br /&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;br /&gt;88%&lt;br /&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;br /&gt;81%&lt;br /&gt;Accounting/Finance/Marketing&lt;br /&gt;81%&lt;br /&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;br /&gt;69%&lt;br /&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;br /&gt;63%&lt;br /&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;br /&gt;56%&lt;br /&gt;History/Anthropology/LiberalArts&lt;br /&gt;56%&lt;br /&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;br /&gt;56%&lt;br /&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health&lt;br /&gt;50%&lt;br /&gt;Visual&amp;amp;PerformingArts&lt;br /&gt;44%&lt;br /&gt;Physics/Engineering/Computer&lt;br /&gt;31%&lt;br /&gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-6201459437332548626?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/6201459437332548626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=6201459437332548626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6201459437332548626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6201459437332548626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-major-am-i.html' title='What Major Am I?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-583747555350998990</id><published>2009-02-15T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:25:56.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazing around...</title><content type='html'>At times, I can't stand myself. Whenever I resolve to form a good habit, somehow, it just never happens. This attitude irritates me to no end...I'm currently rotting away, eating and eating as I'm stressed-for whatever reason that seems unknown to me....How do I snap out of it? Maybe I should go for a jog...I will, tomorrow morning-before I set off for my jap class..This means, I need to sleep soon! So much for blogging..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-583747555350998990?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/583747555350998990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=583747555350998990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/583747555350998990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/583747555350998990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/lazing-around.html' title='Lazing around...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4368997249980255327</id><published>2009-02-11T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:24:58.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating O-Cha's Birthday =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start it off, Candice, Charissa and I had lunch at Pastamania. I ordered a Turkey Ham Aglio value meal which includes the garlic bread and minestrone soup. In the case of the garlic bread and minestrone soup, I'm pretty much biased to Delifrance's as the latter is really nice. The Pastamania's garlic bread is indeed soft and a delight as an appetizer. However, the garlic spread was rather light-so the impact of the garlic isn't much felt as that of Delifrance's. The minestrone soup was rather thin and lacked mushrooms- i didn't think the potatoes went well with the minestrone soup, mushrooms would've been much, much better. I thought the Turkey Ham Aglio was pretty good. The only issue I had was that it was slightly dry; nonetheless, I enjoyed the sphagetti-they were sparing with the turkey ham, i finished my sphagetti way before my meat was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZL2ehVyaVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N4nzhzgNmWY/s1600-h/DSC02002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301570715574757714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZL2ehVyaVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N4nzhzgNmWY/s320/DSC02002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZL2eoArI_I/AAAAAAAAALw/kgzdcKHi3_o/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301570717365249010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZL2eoArI_I/AAAAAAAAALw/kgzdcKHi3_o/s320/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZL2eVCxyCI/AAAAAAAAALo/-l9SQm1A5Gk/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301570712273799202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZL2eVCxyCI/AAAAAAAAALo/-l9SQm1A5Gk/s320/DSC01998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a sumptuous meal, we went to Cineleisure's KBox on level 8. The customer service there wasn't satisfactory at all. Although we made a birthday reservation 3 days ago, it was indicated that we made a normal reservation. We wasted around 15-20 minutes plus waiting for the staff to sort the matter out. They didn't even give us compensation time for the karaoke-ing session. Humph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a birthday cake-it came with the birthday package that we opted for =) It was a coffee-flavoured cake. I have to say, the cake was pretty good- it was light and creamy =) The cream was pretty much fresh (but I've tasted better..). There's always things that can be improved upon =) I found the prices of the drinks exorbitant - a honey lemon drink easily costs $6. Thank God, the package included 2 "free" drinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was gravely disappointed by the "variety" of Japanese songs available. There wasn't ANY Nightmare songs! I think they should start updating their collection of Japanese and Korean songs. Considering the increase in popularity of Japanese and Korean songs in Singapore, I believe that it would bring them a great amount of profit if they have up-to-date Japanese and Korean songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us wore a Japanese-style uniform today-personally, I wouldn't call it a uniform. It's partly more of a cosplay kinda thing. It was fun =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a great day! Crap...walking in boots is a pretty tiring process...I'm actually half-asleep right now...I have yet to study my Arab!! I need to wake up early tomorrow...yet again...Oh wellx! Happy Birthday (Again) Cha =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Thanks Cha &amp;amp; Candy for the Merci Chocolates =) and Thanks Candy and Pei Pei for Jackie! Lol...Don't ask why, but I absolutely LOVE Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4368997249980255327?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4368997249980255327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4368997249980255327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4368997249980255327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4368997249980255327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrating-o-chas-birthday.html' title='Celebrating O-Cha&apos;s Birthday =)'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SZL2ehVyaVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N4nzhzgNmWY/s72-c/DSC02002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5187706295026029743</id><published>2009-02-07T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:43:06.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats love LV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1XqTXozTI/AAAAAAAAALg/7BEiIKuGpUo/s1600-h/image-upload-103-785765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1XqTXozTI/AAAAAAAAALg/7BEiIKuGpUo/s320/image-upload-103-785765.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Apparently, Sophist has taken a liking to my mum's LV bag..she can't seem to get her paws off it! I guess some cats are just purely materialistic..&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-5187706295026029743?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5187706295026029743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5187706295026029743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5187706295026029743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5187706295026029743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/cats-love-lv.html' title='Cats love LV'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1XqTXozTI/AAAAAAAAALg/7BEiIKuGpUo/s72-c/image-upload-103-785765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-410824479343548245</id><published>2009-02-07T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:40:26.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute or creative?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1XCbRHtMI/AAAAAAAAALY/l2HVsAtKEq8/s1600-h/image-upload-106-724991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1XCbRHtMI/AAAAAAAAALY/l2HVsAtKEq8/s320/image-upload-106-724991.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never knew they had wacky sleeping formations until this..&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-410824479343548245?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/410824479343548245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=410824479343548245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/410824479343548245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/410824479343548245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-or-creative.html' title='Cute or creative?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1XCbRHtMI/AAAAAAAAALY/l2HVsAtKEq8/s72-c/image-upload-106-724991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-6237926902549816297</id><published>2009-02-07T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:38:33.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm well-hidden..aren't i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1WmI2yODI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CBzF3oAYiYs/s1600-h/image-upload-97-712342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1WmI2yODI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CBzF3oAYiYs/s320/image-upload-97-712342.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was on the computer and she couldn't stop peering at me from behind..she even took to pushing against the laptop when i ignored her stares..&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-6237926902549816297?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/6237926902549816297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4622402369388052560</id><published>2009-02-07T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:35:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A prince stirring from his slumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1V5Maim9I/AAAAAAAAALI/GdBI8_uDzyE/s1600-h/image-upload-37-732098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1V5Maim9I/AAAAAAAAALI/GdBI8_uDzyE/s320/image-upload-37-732098.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Isn't he the most adorable thing on earth? I'm so glad i caught him in this pose..i don't think it can be seen here but the other half of his body is covered by the blanket..such a smart baby:)&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-4622402369388052560?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4622402369388052560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4622402369388052560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4622402369388052560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4622402369388052560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/prince-stirring-from-his-slumber.html' title='A prince stirring from his slumber'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SY1V5Maim9I/AAAAAAAAALI/GdBI8_uDzyE/s72-c/image-upload-37-732098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-483836546531847006</id><published>2009-02-01T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:59:30.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My babies forever =) No living without them =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWiHFKyD1I/AAAAAAAAALA/UHF_c3vIEg4/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297818779201441618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWiHFKyD1I/AAAAAAAAALA/UHF_c3vIEg4/s320/DSC01888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's ever sharp to her surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWiG7C7mBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Mh9Vf-emYMg/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297818776484157458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWiG7C7mBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Mh9Vf-emYMg/s320/DSC01873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in a daze-she just woke up =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWiGtusF5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/8bO__Eqn5S4/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297818772909594514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWiGtusF5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/8bO__Eqn5S4/s320/DSC01799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Arabian prince =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="544" height="437" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37e2b8a9ac4b2cd4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37e2b8a9ac4b2cd4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329934277%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38E32AF4EA03F13EA66BD69DE987D29527BAB2E0.1AB86DAA3E1B76A625E852DCD76B485DBBCFE373%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37e2b8a9ac4b2cd4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dwfjsxx6dRWgG-l2K8T-_GYi4KUg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="544" height="437" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37e2b8a9ac4b2cd4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329934277%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38E32AF4EA03F13EA66BD69DE987D29527BAB2E0.1AB86DAA3E1B76A625E852DCD76B485DBBCFE373%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37e2b8a9ac4b2cd4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dwfjsxx6dRWgG-l2K8T-_GYi4KUg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argghh!! The lighting's dammnnn badd =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-483836546531847006?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=37e2b8a9ac4b2cd4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/483836546531847006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=483836546531847006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/483836546531847006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/483836546531847006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-babies-forever-no-living-without.html' title='My babies forever =) No living without them =)'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWiHFKyD1I/AAAAAAAAALA/UHF_c3vIEg4/s72-c/DSC01888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-2038559732906982288</id><published>2009-02-01T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:48:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do today? -_-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, after Jap class, I dropped by J.Co to buy some donuts for my dad. He absolutely loves donuts-hence, he kept on bugging me to get for him some to try (Background info: One of the reasons why my parents keep on going Malaysia is to buy Dunkin Donuts back home-hence, getting a good, yet reasonably priced donut "supplier" in Singapore would kind of save us the trouble of bringing donuts back to Singapore and, at the same time, enable us to eat non-squashed donuts.) Anyway, I bought the half a dozen donuts for $7- really cheap, in my opinion. My dad agreed with me that the donuts from J.Co were so much better than Dunkin Donuts. One of the reasons for the comment would be that, J.Co donuts are lighter and they allow the "eater" to slowly take in the richness of the cream/chocolate/tiramisu/...as compared to Dunkin Donuts donuts which overwhelms the person eating it with the strong chocolate/strawberry/...The donuts from Dunkin Donuts didn't really encourage me to take another bite as the taste was so strong that I felt that I'll just puke if I had another bite of the donut. I'm not saying that all Dunkin Donut branches produce that kind of donuts- I'm merely referring to the ones that I bought from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the picture of the donuts I bought:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWUaeguV8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/knzQrPt4Bpo/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297803719259084738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWUaeguV8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/knzQrPt4Bpo/s320/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the fact that the donuts are so nicely done up =) It doesn't look that way in the picture, though, as I used my phone's cam(only 5 megapixel =x) and the lighting in the kitchen didn't help either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting with the bottom-left hand donut, the latter is actually a chocolate-banana donut. The chocolate topping on the donut didn't harden(it's meant to be that way), hence it went really well with the banana-flavoured "custard" as you can see in the centre of the donut. The melted chocolate and banana complemented each other really well - I'd say it's one of the must-try =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom-right hand donut has coffee flavoured powder sprinkled over its cream-I didn't get to try the donut, unfortunately..it was apparently popular with the adults. Anyway, based on my dad's comment, he said that the coffee didn't come on too strong, thereby allowing the cream inside the donut to have its fair share of power over the tastebuds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The donut directly above the latter is actually and almond-flavoured donut. Again, I did not get to try it =( The decoration's nice though =) I didn't catch the comment my dad made for that donut so...try it if you want to know what it tastes like =) I can only say that it looks good and I bet the taste is mild, just like the rest of the donuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow-covered donut beside it has cream inside the donut. If you're looking for merely a sweet donut without the flavourings, try this =) Crap...I'm getting lame by the minute..Anyway, I'd recommend it for those who love fresh cream=) I really love fresh cream, and this donut tastes great because of the fresh cream it has =) The cream's pretty good, so it's a must try=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The donut above the snowy donut has tiramisu filling in its core. I absolutely love that moment when i bit into the tiramisu filling and the flavour starts spreading into my mouth(this sounds funny to me...). It didn't come on too strong, it gives the "eater" time to savour the taste. I really like it, and I would most definitely buy it again next week =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chocolate-covered donut(damn, I didn't taste this...), according to my cousin, was slightly harder than the previously mentioned donuts. The mild chocolate taste did not work out as it failed to linger in the mouth-hence, not giving time for one to savour the chocolate taste. It came as a surprise as the amount of chocolate topping given was quite a fair bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the J.Co donuts are worth the money paid ;) I'll be buying other flavours next Sunday, after Jap class =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-2038559732906982288?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/2038559732906982288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=2038559732906982288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2038559732906982288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2038559732906982288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-did-i-do-today.html' title='What did I do today? -_-&quot;'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SYWUaeguV8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/knzQrPt4Bpo/s72-c/DSC01932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4663531328408009406</id><published>2009-02-01T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:45:51.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is indeed painful-not to the one who parted, but those who stayed on.</title><content type='html'>I intended on publishing a post with regards to death, considering how many deaths in the family I've had. The one that affected me the most was the passing on of my dearest uncle, Uncle Mike. He left us on a Wednesday the week before last(I consider Sunday as the start of a new week). It shocked all of my family members as some of whom visited him the day before he breathed his last. What hurt me the most was that I never got the chance to see him-healthy and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a baby and a child still, my mother told me that he favoured me, out of the rest of my cousins-and my siblings. Everytime I reach the doorstep of my paternal grandma's house, I would cry incessantly- and everytime, without fail, he would receive me and bring me to the playground or the park just for a stroll, just so I could calm myself down. He pampered me with lots of love, candy,....basically anything I wanted. Every year, during festive seasons, he would gift me a green and red packet. Although he never said anything, I knew that he gave me the most amount every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young lady that I am now, I'm rather reserved-hence, I don't really express much the care I felt for him. We chat every now and then whenever I drop by to visit or when he joins my parents and I on our once a fortnight trip to Malaysia to do grocery shopping. Although I'm "old", he still ruffles my hair everytime he sees me-always grinning whenever he sees my displeased face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's gone, I'll miss his jokes, his advice on my every activity, him ruffling my hair, his actions during dinnertime- we'll always be frowning as he takes the largest portion of every dish- basically, everything that makes him a great uncle to me. I regret that I never got to tell him how much he meant to me as an uncle. I regret that I never got to tell him how much I cared. I regret that he never got the chance to see me grow up, and work. I regret that now, I don't have the chance to support him when I start working. I regret that he never even got to taste my cooking and that, I will never ever hear him give me advice on cooking(he was a great cook). I told him that, as I prayed for him during his funeral. It hurt so much...Everything felt so surreal at that time, when my mum broke the news to me. It still felt unreal when I saw his corpse, when I saw him being buried. Even now, it feels like he's going to call up anytime, asking when my parents will be going to Malaysia as he would like to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the feeling of loss is still there...That the wound hasn't healed...I just pray that he'll have an easy transition into Heaven and may he be spared from further torture. I know God is kind to those who are kind, and is merciful to his subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Today's post wasn't supposed to be about this. It all just flowed out whilst I was typing. Guess I'm still dwelling over his death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4663531328408009406?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4663531328408009406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4663531328408009406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4663531328408009406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4663531328408009406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/02/death-is-indeed-painful-not-to-one-who.html' title='Death is indeed 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arrogant,callous and SOPHISTicated :)&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-1755687750593588527?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/1755687750593588527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=1755687750593588527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1755687750593588527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1755687750593588527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/01/disclaimernot-for-faint-hearted.html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SXx9n2bOnZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uNRKG2KOAAg/s320/image-upload-82-791726.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Indeed, i'm a mother to 3 beautiful children with tails that swish every single minute of the day:)&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-3717241457596530147?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/3717241457596530147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=3717241457596530147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/3717241457596530147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4046330480276905990</id><published>2009-01-19T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:22:06.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yatto!</title><content type='html'>I finally changed my blogskin! It's quite a task searching for the html code of blogskins that matches the blogger beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I reached home about an hour ago. Late? Not really, I've reached home later..I don't see why coming home late is an issue. It's not that I reach home this late all the time. Plus, I did inform my mum about the outing with my Japanese plus Singaporean friends today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's begin with my Japanese class. Upper Intermediate is way harder than what I'd prepared myself for. The kanji characters are getting incredibly complicated- and there are more to memorise. Even though Sensei gives us about 16-18 kanji characters to memorise per week (yes, yes..the numbers have multiplied by about 1.5 times since intermediate 3), in actual fact, there are about 40 plus kanji to memorise. This is so as for every kanji character, there are a couple of examples on how it can be used, in which verbs does it occur and in which nouns etc. Hence, for every kanji character learnt, there are about 2-5 more new kanji characters to take note of in the example. I really do enjoy kanji, but I think it's getting super super hard for me to memorise so much within one week. Nonetheless, I shall persevere and up my efforts in the kanji aspect. You'll understand my motivation for improving in my kanji, later on as you read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class ended at 1pm. Si Min and I walked around Bugis Junction, searching for shorts for Si Min as she's been meaning to buy one. With that intention. Si Min brought me to Muji to look around. It was the first time I've ever entered Muji. I must say, I'm really impressed that all(if i'm not mistaken) of their products are actually of their own label. Their clothes line, although simple, is really nice. It might seem expensive but I think it's worth it as the quality of their clothes seem to be really good. I would've bought the clothes I saw if I hadn't already spent my money late last year =x Language classes have only further worsened the amount I have in my spending account =x Pathetic, I'd say. I honestly have to watch my spending habits from now on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm unsure of why I have an avid fascination for paper. I'm absolutely in love with paper that is similar to the papyrus the Egyptians used in the past. Anyways, Muji has this particular kind of paper that gives off the old, yet elegant look. Pei Li, you'd love the paper. I usually prefer this sort of paper for either writing a story(in cursive handwriting- the paper really enhances the effect of the writing) or for mere sketching. I would say it is pretty cheap - a drawing block's size is about 1.90? Weirdly though, I noticed most other mini notebooks/sketchbooks/... were rather expensive.It can cost up to $8 plus. I think it is worth the money =) It isn't easy to get that kind of paper material- either that or I really do not know Singapore at the back of my hand =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si Min bought this really nice purple top at Muji. It is actually similar to a black top that I bought from Insane Jane last month- but the quality at Muji is really good. Atleast it's totally opaque-unlike mine, which demands that I wear a tube or sphagetti strap as an inner piece. I find it rather troublesome to wear more than one piece of clothing =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went on to meet Aki at Kino in Takashimaya around 3.20-3.30pm. I found a magazine (fine, it wasn't me-Aki spotted it) with Gackt on the cover page. I would've bought if not for the price $18.70 or something to that extent. I'm unwilling to spend so much on a thin magazine. Unless, of course, the magazine is purely on Gackt. I doubt anyone would mind forking out that amount. Then again, since it's Gackt, the amount would be more than that stated =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then ate taiyaki (Japanese traditional pancakes in the shape of a fish). I've got a picture here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SXNgkv3rzHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aCabh3JmTGo/s1600-h/Taiyaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292680171532045426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SXNgkv3rzHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aCabh3JmTGo/s320/Taiyaki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I obviously got it off the net- I totally forgot about taking pictures =x I bought one containing azuki(red-bean paste) whilst Sumiyo got the one containing cheese. Aki wanted one cheese and one blueberry and cheese. However, the lady got mixed up and gave her azuki taiyaki instead. Poor thing! She really wanted to try it =) Oh wells, there's always next time ;) We bought our taiyaki at this shop in the basement of Taka. We then sat at the seating area outside of Taka and relished our taiyaki whilst waiting for Sada and an unexpected guest, Shun. It felt great meeting new people =) Although I have to admit, I felt a little intimidated by him. Then again, he is a narcissist( I'm just quoting what Aki told me ;p ). Loll...kidding, kidding..hmm..wellx, we ate at Mac (I didn't eat tho', didn't feel hungry after the taiyaki) for dinner, which was around 6 pm. Sumiyo got a toy from the Happy Meal and on my suggestion, attempted to give it to Shun. Shun refused tho'- he didn't carry a bag with him at that time. Honestly, why don't guys see the need for a bag? It's really useful =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our way to the japanese karaoke room we booked at err...I forgot..Loll...I do know that it is about 5 min walking distance from the Hilton. It was fun =) Sada was super enthusiastic! He really sang his heart out. So did Shun, Aki, Si Min and Sumiyo =) It was really fun =) I sang 2 Gackt songs-U+K and Dears, Utada Hikaru-Simple &amp;amp;Clean and First Love, Dir En Grey-Cage and Nightmare-The World. The Dir En Grey and Nightmare songs were super difficult to sing- especially the parts where the vocalists sang pretty quickly. I often stopped whilst singing =x My luck must be bad today as the yomikata for the kanji written as the video was played was often missing from my song. Hence, Sada, after laughing to his heart's content about my weakness in Kanji, took the liberty of informing me beforehand on how to pronounce the kanji before I sang it. I managed better with his help =) Arigatou ne! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The karaoke session ended around 9.20 or so. We went to the Hilton's toilet before we parted. The Hilton's toilet was pretty clean-but I think the toilets in Changi Airport(T3 if i"m not mistaken) are much nicer =) The soap bottles in the Hilton's toilet were pretty cool-it was seriously huge and as round as a ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I had a great day today =) I look forward to going out with them again =)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I had better practice my Japanese to a greater extent if I want to be really really fluent =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4046330480276905990?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4046330480276905990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4046330480276905990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4046330480276905990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4046330480276905990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/01/yatto.html' title='Yatto!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SXNgkv3rzHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aCabh3JmTGo/s72-c/Taiyaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-1258108516080210303</id><published>2009-01-09T21:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:05:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at First Sound</title><content type='html'>I can feel myself basking in happiness right now =) Fine...fine...that's a lie...I've been basking in it ever since I bought my beautiful.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdQoMhW2QI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JAK4f3DFVlM/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289284938856061186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdQoMhW2QI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JAK4f3DFVlM/s320/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violin!!! I've always wanted a violin (and learn how to play it) ever since I was a child (probably in nursery or kindergarden), but I just never got round to fulfilling this desire of mine at that tender age. This procrastination was always due to the circumstance at the various moments in time- either really busy with my studies or (...you can just guess what are the various excuses I can come up with). Either ways, thanks to Pei Pei, I finally got my hands on this beauty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pei Pei and I went to Gramercy at Mountbatten Road earlier today to look at violins. I had intentions of buying one from the start - but I never expected it to be so soon! The first violin the kind uncle showed me was a $590 one- I fell in love with it almost immediately when he strummed its strings. The sound of it was absolutely beautiful and I was fond of it. However, I had a budget (although the violin's considered cheap, I'm currently without cash =x ). I went on to look at another violin which costs $380- I didn't like it. The sound of the strings when strummed didn't sound right to me- I just couldn't connect with it. Then, Pei Pei and I went on to another violin which costs $170. In spite of the great difference in price, when I first listened to the sound it made, I fell in love with it. It was similar to the $590 one and I really really liked it! The uncle calculated the total price for me (after adding in the cost of the new strings and shoulder rest) and it turned out to be $232.70. I was worried my mum would freak at me for buying a violin and I was wondering if I should. Well, I pondered hard and with Pei Pei's support, I bought the violin!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't gotten round to naming it though...I shall find an exquisite name for it! Don't worry guys, it definitely won't be Gackt or Camui or anything related to him =) Here are more pictures of my violin =) I'm getting obsessed over it, honestly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWtVFZLqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HC-F0SLAnsc/s1600-h/DSC01707.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWtVFZLqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HC-F0SLAnsc/s1600-h/DSC01707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291624123805346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWtVFZLqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HC-F0SLAnsc/s320/DSC01707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWtsPg5QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gA1Pfq6wzI4/s1600-h/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291630340269314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWtsPg5QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gA1Pfq6wzI4/s320/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWuKzbvcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6pg84tujv7k/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291638543990210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWuKzbvcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6pg84tujv7k/s320/DSC01709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWuSsfDbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GM8o1PZAvyc/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291640662330802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWuSsfDbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GM8o1PZAvyc/s320/DSC01710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWulg6mzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/n2sSf13XtIc/s1600-h/DSC01711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291645714078514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdWulg6mzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/n2sSf13XtIc/s320/DSC01711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it a beauty??? I'm head-over-heels in love with it =) I honestly can't wait to start practicing on it =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my journey home from Pei Li's house, I was super worried for my violin. The bus ride was unusually bumpy given that it was night time and the traffic was smooth. I worry should others bump into my violin case lest it should hurt my violin badly. Since I wore the case on like a bagpack, I placed a protective hand over it to prevent it from hitting the railings or what nots that might prove harmful for it. I can't help but feel protective of it! After all, it is my first violin =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Do NOT take a bus if you're utterly protective of your violin. You'll probably be at your wits' end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-1258108516080210303?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/1258108516080210303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=1258108516080210303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1258108516080210303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1258108516080210303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-at-first-sound.html' title='Love at First Sound'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SWdQoMhW2QI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JAK4f3DFVlM/s72-c/DSC01689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4959166292731337807</id><published>2009-01-02T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:16:03.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the fickle mind...</title><content type='html'>My mind is currently weighed by my indecisiveness to go UK to pursue my studies. I really want to go, but I'm utterly worried for my A Level results. Questions like: What if I don't pull through? Won't it be a waste of money and time applying for the universities then?- are currently racing through my mind. I feel pathetic right now. I dread the results with each coming day...It appears foreboding..Will the years of studying hard and going insane finally pay off- or will it leave me shattered? I guess the A's could be one of the factors provoking the emotional imbalance that I'm currently suffering from. I could start with the lamentations of how great it would be if I...(well, you can expect the unwritten)...yes, but I'm feeling really sleepy and it's only 22:20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the subject, as the deadline draws nearer and nearer, I'm not making any attempt at recycling my personal statement (for the scholarship application) for the UCAS application. It's just exhaustion taking over- and as much as I would love to be confident of myself living independently abroad, fact is, I'm not ready. Indeed, it'll push me to learn faster- but I don't think I can do this yet. Parents are always right, aren't they? I'll visit the Australian Education Open Day-hosted by IDP Singapore- on either 10th or 11th january(well, it is only these 2 days their booth will be set up at the Orchard Hotel). Further details can be found on this site : &lt;a href="http://www.singapore.idp.com/"&gt;http://www.singapore.idp.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came across this website: &lt;a href="http://rankings.ft.com/businessschoolrankings/global-mba-rankings"&gt;http://rankings.ft.com/businessschoolrankings/global-mba-rankings&lt;/a&gt;. The important information I gathered from here would be that there is another good business school in Singapore, Insead! I might just apply here =) Closer to home- and once I get my hands on that driving license...I will drive to and fro! Lollx..(How I wish...) My mum will never make it easy for me to use the car on a continual basis. I'm trying to access the insead website now, but it can't seem to load...Damn it all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is getting on my nerves now is Shaiya...I appear to have forgotten my password! Now, I have to go through the tedious process of scouring my hotmail for the password...grr...i tried every means possible but to no avail...i honestly wonder what other string of code could be my password!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finished reading Wuthering Heights! God knows why I found it a bore in my primary school days...It's seriously good-now this, is an understatement..Initially, I was really attracted to Heathcliff's dark nature and I hated Edgar for swaying Catherine-if not for him, Catherine would not look at other guys and she would just settle down with Heathcliff...As luck would have it, Heathcliff left(after he heard Catherine saying that should she marry him, it would merely cause a downgrade in her reputation) and Catherine married Edgar. And as the story progresses, I hated Catherine more and more...I intend to analyse the book to truly understand the finer details of each of the characters in the book and the message Ms Bronte was putting across. I encourage all to read this book if you haven't for it truly is a wonderful book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4959166292731337807?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4959166292731337807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4959166292731337807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4959166292731337807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4959166292731337807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2009/01/attack-of-fickle-mind.html' title='Attack of the fickle mind...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-7420583286614654146</id><published>2008-12-29T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:03:01.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My...birthday?</title><content type='html'>I honestly can't believe I'm turning 18 in about 10 hours time...I do NOT want to join the "OLD" club...Well, no more running away from it =( At the very least, I get to apply for my theory for driving =) I am SOOOO gonna get my car licence and drive around like mad =) i'm honestly not in the mood to blog..so i'll just honestly end this off...lollxx...honesty ends here =x Happy Birthday Mrs Camui!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-7420583286614654146?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/7420583286614654146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=7420583286614654146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7420583286614654146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7420583286614654146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/12/mybirthday.html' title='My...birthday?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-582436564523031430</id><published>2008-12-28T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:15:39.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My short trip to Port Dickson, Malaysia ( Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Apparently, it's taking quite a while for me to post up my entry based on my holiday in Malaysia. There's a few reasons underlying such lateness but I shall just shed light to it in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yes. On the first day, my family and I set off at 6 am sharp to Palm Springs Resort which is located in Port Dickson. We had to arrive early so that we could clean up the entire place before the rest of the "clan" arrived. For the most part of the journey, I slept. I was seriously too tired to lift my eyelids (just as I am now...*yawns*). When we reached, we had to clean up the place. As I was performing the noble duty of mopping up the entire apartment, my eldest maternal aunt, Long, stumbled upon a cockroach's nest behind the sofa. That was horrifying!! The cockroaches' were way bigger than my palm's size! Can you imagine that? *Shudders at the thought of it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nightmare beyond nightmare..After spring cleaning the house, Long and I decided to go out to buy some groceries at the "nearby" provision shop at Tiara Beach Resort. What appears to be a stone's throw away was actually more of a 2.4km leg race honestly. The heat just made our journey seem neverending. We actually harboured thoughts of stealing someone's bicycle just so we could shorten the duration taken to reach the shop-we would of course return it on the way back. For obvious reasons, we didn't do the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached the resort, we were so hungry we decided to have an early lunch-ahead of the others. We ate at this Anna Thai restaurant-the chilli paste was super spicy, the meat was tender, the tom yam soup was unbelievably, deliciously sour and the vegetables were fresh! All in all, I really do think that the meals served there are worth the money - be prepared to lose a little more cash than usual, it's quite expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my mum had a mind to search for us with the car as she was worried after we went "missing" for an hour or so...(well, we were eating...) We were super happy, of course! We didn't have to walk a marathon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I was utterly displeased about Palm Springs would be the level of the pool and the artificial beach. The pool is just meant for kids- it is unbelievably shallow.  The jakuzzi was super dirty-haven't they heard of maintenance??? The artificial beach has been made so much more shallow than it used to be. How irritating can that be? They actually decreased the level of the artificial beach such that it reaches my stomach ONLY. How on earth can one swim?? It wasn't even suprising that we spent 10 minutes there and walked back to the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post will be about my trip to KL =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-582436564523031430?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/582436564523031430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=582436564523031430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/582436564523031430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/582436564523031430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-short-trip-to-port-dickson-malaysia.html' title='My short trip to Port Dickson, Malaysia ( Part 1)'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-2212331573944166029</id><published>2008-12-11T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:46:37.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisa's Birthday Outing</title><content type='html'>Kelly and I treated Nisa to this italian restaurant, Badoque, which is located at Simpang Bedok. We each ordered linguine - I ordered tomato-based seafood whilst Kelly and Nisa ordered the cream-based of the latter. It was really, really filling! Thank God we didn't order additional side dishes! We were about to order a couple more but we decided to finish the pastas before we decided - all thanks to Kelly's bright idea we saved food from going to waste =) After the pasta, we had space for desert - Kelly and I shared the ice cream extreme which comprises of 3 different ice-creams and 3 different cakes of our choice, Nisa had her own ice-cream extreme. I honestly wonder how she keeps herself slim in spite of her HUGE appetite =x &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's 2 out of the couple of pictures we took:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUE05vn5UvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/raPvZyQmv_0/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278558404895920882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUE05vn5UvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/raPvZyQmv_0/s320/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The yummy ice-cream extreme!! Really, really, really sinful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUE1Z73BLZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7qS9mX3usgs/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278558957936389522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUE1Z73BLZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7qS9mX3usgs/s320/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the 3 of us : (from left) Kelly, Anisah, Me =) Charlie's Angels!! Wheeeee.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-2212331573944166029?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/2212331573944166029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=2212331573944166029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2212331573944166029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2212331573944166029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/12/nisas-birthday-outing.html' title='Nisa&apos;s Birthday Outing'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUE05vn5UvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/raPvZyQmv_0/s72-c/DSC01573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-9085623445115675758</id><published>2008-12-11T00:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:56:12.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungei Buloh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUElXPPvr8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0MDY8C6JNm8/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541319414722498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUElXPPvr8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0MDY8C6JNm8/s320/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes...It is most certainly us looking bored. We were on the bus to the Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve. Unfortunately, there was a hold-up that lasted for eternity as our bus driver bickered with the Malaysian truck driver whose truck bumped into the bus. Unsurprisingly, I did not even realise that the bus was hit by the truck!! It was a minor issue, yet it took them so long to resolve it...We missed the "morning show" we were eagerly waiting to watch. Much to our horror, the show was merely an introduction to the sungei buloh nature reserve. The only highlights for us would be the animals that they screened - most of which escaped our keen eyes =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUEod5Za0jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nxfGQxJS924/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278544732343685682" style="WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUEod5Za0jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nxfGQxJS924/s320/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the fishes are camouflaged in the water, but there are really alot of fishes gathered - a school of them!! They were making loud splashes in the river , pretty cool if you were a spectator there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUEqVoQpjqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Jeq1Uyckm4g/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546789327802018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUEqVoQpjqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Jeq1Uyckm4g/s320/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the top of one of the towers located in the nature reserve. I find the place really serene and the view is, well, one of the most breathtaking in Singapore ;) It's a great place to have a mini-picnic after a "long" walk =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUEwQvB3AUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jeSXQYlE7gI/s1600-h/DSC01462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278553302315237698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUEwQvB3AUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jeSXQYlE7gI/s320/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the way the flower glows amongst the leaves. Somehow, it appears to represent hope...(Right...I shouldn't get deep here... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUExHO-wRxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fRR9mpdaEyE/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278554238605084434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SUExHO-wRxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fRR9mpdaEyE/s320/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally- a migratory bird!! There were a couple of them - but they kept on flying. It makes it difficult to snap a good,clear picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lazy to add in the other pictures - I have tons of pics of the monitor lizard - they kept straying onto the route is meant for humans. It's pretty cool, yet scary as these lizards are really really huge! I mistook one for a crocodile =( Guess I was really keen on seeing one, but to no avail =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend those who enjoy peaceful strolls to go to this place - the natural scenery is really great and it's a whole different side of Singapore ( without the high-tech ornaments ). In addition to this, do cycle around Pulau Ubin too =) The wildlife there is really really cool to observe and if you look closely, you might discover something different too =) It's as close as you'd get to an adventure in Singapore, honestly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a video of this squirrel which we encountered!! 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I guess it's because (on my paternal side) my Uncle Ali's family went on a holiday to Cherating where they do indoor trampoling(did I spell it right?) and (on my maternal side) my Aunty Ya's family(all except for her daughter-my cousin) went to Canada. My first stop during this "festive day" was to my Aunt's house in Woodlands. The day was really really slowww...I was bored out of my wits! None of my cousins were there...Well, none that I can communicate really well with =x I spent 4 hours without talking, just stoning into thin air -playing and re-playing like a broken recorder the images of Gackt in my mind...I was almost driven up the wall...My irritating father refused to leave for my maternal grandparents house! He just sat there and read the newspaper...How entertaining. My cousins finally came and boredom was gone =) Kak Natasha told me she's going to Sarawak on the 16th December! I want to follow, but i need to work...I'm seriously out of cash for shopping..I've shopped till I've literally dropped..Thank God my mum kept my other card with her - I wouldn't want to use up my education savings on "useless" things =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fine...I admit it...I AM an IMPULSIVE buyer...But what should I do??? I LOVE shopping for clothes..I LOVE dressing up...I LOVE make-up...I LOVE...(and the list goes on)...I want to travel...I want to drive...I want to...etc....(to infinity and beyond )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it all...lack of cash...lack of height...lack of beauty...lack of intellect...lack of power...lack of...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay=) I've let it all out =) You won't catch me saying that again, with God's Grace =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics I took during Hari Raya Haji: (It's not much tho'...some of which is with Kak Raudah )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/ST_U2ez4DuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_W3Vto0mbfc/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278171320750182114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/ST_U2ez4DuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_W3Vto0mbfc/s320/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my youngest brother, Zahid =) Guess why his face looks so smooth today?? Hint: The beauty of make-up =) It looks natural doesn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/ST_VcWTd0hI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0GBg-e7g0Xw/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278171971301790226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/ST_VcWTd0hI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0GBg-e7g0Xw/s320/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ever-so-scary Zameer =) He's elder than Zahid, but younger than me =) It's pretty cool that we're all 2 years apart =) Good family planning on my parents' part. It's difficult to get a nice photograph of him as he HATES taking pictures of himself. Unless of course it's with the entire clan (trust me, my family members are enough to be considered a clan), he's forced to join in =) He takes after my paternal side quite abit, he looked really Chinese - but after NCC, the burnt look gave him a...well...a weird look...I can't quite put a finger on which race he follows now...My dad's Indian Chinese - that's how he has the Chinese look =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/ST_WteDuMEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bXocCzNJHoE/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278173364952641602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/ST_WteDuMEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bXocCzNJHoE/s320/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cousin clan..We unfortunately took this picture after Kak Raudah and Abang Alif went off =( You have yett to see when the whole bunch of cousins aggregate(funny word to use, but I just FEEL like using it =x) You can see my cute niece doing a "peace" sign =) Well, attempting to do...She's adorable, and SUPER mischievous...We're awaiting her little brother/sister(I hope it's a boy!) next year...Probably in July or August =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-6233473190600638122?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/6233473190600638122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=6233473190600638122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6233473190600638122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6233473190600638122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/12/hari-raya-haji.html' title='Hari Raya Haji'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/ST_U2ez4DuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_W3Vto0mbfc/s72-c/DSC01535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-1051379284300573346</id><published>2008-12-02T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:31:44.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class prom at Hyatt =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6JFgF6WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WUUjnGwHcFA/s1600-h/DSCN1893%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904991327709538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6JFgF6WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WUUjnGwHcFA/s320/DSCN1893%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6IWP0SbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WSALzl1H2rw/s1600-h/dewi+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904978642979250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6IWP0SbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WSALzl1H2rw/s320/dewi+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6H8U0I4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vva4YZJDp2U/s1600-h/pw+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904971684619138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6H8U0I4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vva4YZJDp2U/s320/pw+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6Hioyq2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dnACj65Jg24/s1600-h/my+bf+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904964789087074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6Hioyq2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dnACj65Jg24/s320/my+bf+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6GyyC3aI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s-gxzKp1aec/s1600-h/joyce+and+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904951942995362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6GyyC3aI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s-gxzKp1aec/s320/joyce+and+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's a tad too late to start writing on my class prom, but i've been pretty busy lately-been going out every single day ever since my exams were over and done with. You'll get to know more with the later posts on what I've been up to the past few days. I bought an amethyst contacts!! Unfortunately, due to my carelessness, I dropped my right contacts somewhere(probably clogging up a drain as we speak)...worse thing is, i've only worn the contacts for 10 days! A freaking waste of money. Happiness is rather short-lived in my world. Yes, yes...back to prom. It was my first time eating at Hyatt =) Dewi and I arrived last...Then again, the belles of the ball are usually the last to enter the "ballroom". The impact is greater that way =) Yes, yes...I'm in utter self-denial.Anyways, I curled Dewi's hair!! The turnout was really good, if I may say so myself =) I also did her make-up =) I can be a beautician!! Whee....lollxx...just kidding...I think I'm going to have to engage myself in fashion studies before I can acquire a professional skill in this aspect. My desktop and laptop are both giving me problems in terms of uploading the prom pics so I shall just upload those few pictures that managed to survive this ordeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea on how to arrange my pictures, so I shall just leave it as that. Gosh! I never knew managing a blog can be so tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-1051379284300573346?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/1051379284300573346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=1051379284300573346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1051379284300573346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1051379284300573346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/12/class-prom-at-hyatt.html' title='Class prom at Hyatt =)'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/STQ6JFgF6WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WUUjnGwHcFA/s72-c/DSCN1893%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-281917957201201444</id><published>2008-11-24T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:04:35.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face my Wrath!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been in the best of moods these past few days. I feel great during the day but when night takes over, my mood swings to the extremities!! The slightest disruptance could easily spark off a sequence of angry reactions from me.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I'm rarely ever in the mood to talk ever so animatedly with anyone anymore..Why is this happening to me?? I seriously doubt I'm PMSing; could it post-exams mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on behalf of my dearest friend Pei Li, I present to you this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Amirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Ami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Takara Haruko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Mrs Gackt Camui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Height- Not even close to the ideal height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Fingernails-Too short =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Death&lt;br /&gt;2. Cockroaches, beetles,..., basically insects that are along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing someone precious to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Bathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Eating and drinking(preferably plain water =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Breathing Gackt's essence =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Spectacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;Necklace(Lazy to remove it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (RIGHT NOW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Alumina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Canon in D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; It's Gonna Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm deeply in love with Gackt Camui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; What's life without Mathematics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm not straight. (If you guys can't figure out this lie, I'll murder you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Tall, Lean and Lanky&lt;br /&gt;2. Gorgeous and perfect in my eyes =)&lt;br /&gt;3. Funky hairstyle and hair colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading&lt;br /&gt;2. Writing&lt;br /&gt;3. Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Enjoy eternity in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ski.&lt;br /&gt;3. Attend Gackt's concert and meet him in-person =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED&lt;br /&gt;1. Tai tai&lt;br /&gt;2. Doctor&lt;br /&gt;3. Private Banker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Europe (I'm seriouss, everywhere in Europe's on my destination list)&lt;br /&gt;2. Japan&lt;br /&gt;3. Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE NAMES YOU LIKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Haru&lt;br /&gt;2. Zale&lt;br /&gt;3. Haytham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Perform the Hajj.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fully commit to Islam.&lt;br /&gt;3. Strengthen my &lt;em&gt;iman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PMS&lt;br /&gt;2. Down with shopping syndrome&lt;br /&gt;3. Love pretty things=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I enjoy games =)&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm impatient&lt;br /&gt;3. Good listener =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW&lt;br /&gt;1.Gackt Camui&lt;br /&gt;2.The Living&lt;br /&gt;3. The Dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-281917957201201444?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/281917957201201444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=281917957201201444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/281917957201201444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/281917957201201444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/11/face-my-wrath.html' title='Face my Wrath!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-7158100897870290144</id><published>2008-11-04T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:54:54.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractedd..</title><content type='html'>Cheers to the beginning of the A's and the nearing of enjoyment =) Well, I wouldn't really call it purely enjoyment. I would be getting a job (if I can actually get one =) ) to fill up my "empty" days and most importantly, I'll be resuming my Japanese lessons! Gosh, I miss them!! I haven't been practicing much Japanese, haven't had the time nor the discipline to do so- was so caught up with studying for the A's. Neglected my blog too =) Not like it's hurting me in anyway tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT GACKT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes..Another one of my whims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want Gackt, I just want to know him-he's such an interesting person =) I'm distracted by my Hindi...Gosh! Am supposed to read up Bio!! Fine, my entry shall end here then =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-7158100897870290144?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/7158100897870290144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=7158100897870290144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7158100897870290144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7158100897870290144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/11/distractedd.html' title='Distractedd..'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-7396971575884403025</id><published>2008-10-09T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:37:34.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>How do we detect depression?&lt;br /&gt;-A splitting headache&lt;br /&gt;-Fiery temper&lt;br /&gt;-Irritated by the slightest sound&lt;br /&gt;-Spastic&lt;br /&gt;-Every action that you do feels mechanical&lt;br /&gt;-Prone to other abnormal types of symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously not a theoretical analysis of depression-it's just signs of me entering into that phase. I have no idea what sparked it off, the A levels maybe? I'm not too sure-or probably the feeling that everything that I've worked towards is now on a thin line. It's either I make it-or I don't. Somehow, deep inside, I really feel that it isn't so. There's something more that's troubling me; but I can't seem to put a finger to it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling really, really sad but I can't seem to let the tears flow. Quite weird isn't it? I just feel so robotic. It's as if I'm an empty shell..coming apart..I hate this feeling...I just hate it so...I wish an angel would come by and set things right, if only they do exist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-7396971575884403025?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/7396971575884403025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=7396971575884403025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7396971575884403025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7396971575884403025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/10/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-2480734479928182939</id><published>2008-09-30T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:51:18.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back in time..</title><content type='html'>Well, I can't believe I spent the entire day in the arms of Morpheus followed by that of the television. I just can't seem to concentrate with noises around; I honestly can't wait for Hari Raya to come. I'll have the house to myself. Finally, a respite for all these distractions. Honestly, why can't my parents be more supportive in this field. They expect good grades from me, yet they don't make an effort to switch off the television every time I'm studying. I'm only human-of course, I'll get distracted. In addiction to that, the volume of the latter is turned up a tad too loudly. Honestly, if the volume's soft I'm still capable of concentrating on the task at hand. Look at me now, I have to resort to late-night studies; after everyone's asleep. I'm feeling really irritated. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I have to go now. Attempting to make up for lost time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-2480734479928182939?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/2480734479928182939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=2480734479928182939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2480734479928182939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2480734479928182939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/way-back-in-time.html' title='Way back in time..'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-6036705143892929068</id><published>2008-09-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:46:03.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mankind is a cancer upon the Earth. Do you agree?</title><content type='html'>A cancer is symbolic of a parasite: feeding off its host, in order to ensure continued proliferation of its kind, whilst at the same time deteriorating the latter’s condition till he dies off. Often, when one is diagnosed with cancer, his condition is more or less presumed to be incurable even if the effects of the disease can be held at bay for a period of time. The characteristics of humans are all too similar to that of cancer: sucking out all of Earth’s resources for survival and advancement of their civilisations and its economic edifice. In spite of this, the man-made adversities that have been braved by Earth are not without solution. The answer is simple- humans. If humans are capable of ameliorating-or better, eliminating- the harmful impacts of their activities, they are not alike cancer. My stand would be although it appears as if Mankind is alike cancer on the surface, Mankind, unlike cancer, is very much capable of redeeming themselves by “curing” the illnesses plaguing Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man’s progression through time has been concomitant to that of the breakthroughs in technology; from the early days of manual labour in Egypt, to the use of machines and IT-related tools of monstrous size to build infrastructures. Although technology has indeed improved upon the standard of living of Mankind and the ethos of society, the effect has been claimed to do the direct opposite to that of the Earth. It is undeniable that much of technology has contributed to the eminent global crisis we are currently facing, climate change. Most of the activities of machineries run on electricity which is in turn acquired from the combustion of fossil fuels, one of the major contributors of greenhouse gases released into Earth’s atmosphere. Greenhouse gases like carbon dioxide have resulted in global warming. A perceptible effect of the latter would be the increasing average global temperature. Destruction to the integrity of the Earth’s climate can be seen as the effects of the cancer that has afflicted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if the very same technology provides humans with the resource to save Earth, wouldn’t the term cancer be devoid in this case? Apparently, it would. It’s said that everyone should be given a chance to redeem themselves. Technological impacts were foreboding initially, but in light of breakthroughs of biodiesels and hydrogen fuel as cleaner alternative forms of energy, technology itself appears to be providing the glimmer of hope that Earth can be saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-6036705143892929068?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/6036705143892929068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=6036705143892929068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6036705143892929068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/6036705143892929068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/mankind-is-cancer-upon-earth-do-you.html' title='Mankind is a cancer upon the Earth. Do you agree?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5947485280193743322</id><published>2008-09-28T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:55:37.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pummeled by problems</title><content type='html'>I know the whole blog colour scheme is not in sync with each other, but it's honestly the least of my problems right now. I've yet to study in "insane" mode. Truth is, I don't really know how to. When I study, it's really more of because I have a drive to do it. I can't really force myself because it'll just be unproductive. I wonder how people are able to do that, it's pretty important to learn how to compel yourself to do something that you're not "in the mood" to do. I had better learn the skill-and fast!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really nervous about the A's. I'm sure it's the same for everyone: we all want straight A's. Imagine going through this tormenting process of JC life and not come out of it with straight A's. I acknowledge that it won't be easy. Having said that, I (everyone, I believe) would still aim for straight A's. It's a natural obligation, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently attempting to finish the June Biology Paper. It's surprising to find that quite a number of questions are not in syllabus, less to do. But on the bad side, less for practice =( I have yet to complete the RJ Math paper 2. It's pretty challenging, an aspect I truly appreciate =) No point having a paper that's simple-beats the fun out of Math. I didn't do much today, I tried revising inorganic chemistry. Managed to read through the notes and practice the tys. I have yet to complete the segments on group 2, 7 and transition elements. I need to speed up, but I'm not so sure as to how to increase my speed of my thinking process. I'm pretty sure it's due to my lack of familiarity to inorganic chemistry-so the key to it is practice, I guess. It's not as bad as I thought it out to be. I hope I'll have fun with it =)&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably type out the GP essay later...mm...in the wee hours of the morning?? I shall go hang the clothes first, then complete Biology, then type out the essay before I seek respite in my comfortable bed. Right, I shall get going then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-5947485280193743322?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5947485280193743322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5947485280193743322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5947485280193743322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5947485280193743322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/pummeled-by-problems.html' title='Pummeled by problems'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4093736666955263376</id><published>2008-09-27T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:51:23.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Blogging is nothing more than idle chatter and self-indulgence.” Is this a fair comment?</title><content type='html'>The world of blogging has evolved ever so rapidly; from its well-known function as an online diary, to a plateau of functions of other sorts-one of which being an online store. In spite of this, many still harbor the misconception that blogs merely waste precious time away and feeds on one's self-centredness. It is undeniable that there are people who use blogs for that very reason. However, if we consider the various functions of a blog-maybe as a profit-making business-it is unfair to generalise that blogs are of no benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been noted that there is an increasing trend in the usage of blogs as a tool for money-making-be it as a form of advertising a particular product or service. Blogs can also function as an online store. If blogs ensure a stream of income for the individual, blogging is definitely worth more than what society gives it at face value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have no idea what's gotten over me. I do not even know why I've chosen this essay question as a task. I'm unsure of how to tackle this question and from what angle. More specifically, I'm not sure of how to bring in the point about self-indulgence. I'm not well-read in this aspect-very likely. Or maybe I've just run out of brain juices from which my thought processes are derived from(Sounds weird...). I need to go off now, Sophist has just vomitted. I'll need to shower TLC onto her =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4093736666955263376?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4093736666955263376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4093736666955263376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4093736666955263376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4093736666955263376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogging-is-nothing-more-than-idle.html' title='“Blogging is nothing more than idle chatter and self-indulgence.” Is this a fair comment?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-9202285908119295552</id><published>2008-09-26T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:58:28.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>試験の成績はとても悪いです。とくに英語のを。。何も知らない！A levelsまだ始めて、しんぱいしています。たくさんもんだいが考え付くのであがっていた。合格してできますか？たくさん勉強するのに失敗のとき、どうしたんですか？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my ramblings. I'm attempting to familiarise myself with expressing myself in Japanese; no doubt it's a failed attempt. It's as if all that I've learnt has dissipated when I write. I'm able to understand when I read a passage (unless of course I come across some never-seen-before kanji), but I can't seem to write an essay of a level that I should be capable of. This irritates me. I seem to have fallen far behind. I worry if I should fail to catch up to the rest; applies to all subjects. I need to win. Failure should not even be considered. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-9202285908119295552?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/9202285908119295552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=9202285908119295552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/9202285908119295552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/9202285908119295552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-7280988849282354351</id><published>2008-09-26T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:08:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship insults man’s intelligence and stifles his freedom.’ Discuss.</title><content type='html'>Censorship is exerted when there is a need for the omission of certain information or presentation that is deemed to potentially insult certain groups of people within society. Censorship, in this case, regulates the peace and stability within a country and possibly, the international community. Censorship has been accused of undermining the maturity of man's intellect and repressing him from having a say in issues from his perspective. I do acknowledge that in some ways, censorship does exercise a restraint on one's right to freedom of speech and it may underestimate the maturity of the particular age-group in handling the omitted information. Having said that, censorship serves a higher purpose of protecting peace within the region and does not necessarily stifles one's creativity nor does it pose as a mockery to one' intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being deprived of certain knowledge or information could be taken to mean that the particular  age-group of humans are incapable of handling such information. Hence, taken to mean as an insult to their intellect. This is untrue as censorship omits information that are not suitable for different groups of people. It caters to people of different age-groups and hence, maturity. A common encounter of such a case would be in the cinemas where the same movies are censored differently according to the PG13 , NC16 or R21. This is meant to cater to the different groups of people with different levels of intellect. Hence, censorship does not necessarily insult man's intelligence if such a system is in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom can be stifled in many ways. One of the worst ways for freedom to be face restrictions would be when our beliefs or cultural edifices clash.Censorship, no doubt, stifles freedom of speech, but for good reason: the integrity of a nation has to be protected for peace to prevail. Take for example the series of riots that were sparked upon the release of the Prophet Muhammad's carricature by a Danish newspaper. Stifling one's freedom to a certain extent is justified if the freedom of many others' to live their lives are protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is good reason for censorship to be in place. A small restraint of one's freedom in exchange for global peace and stability is a small price to pay if we consider the preservation of many lives(since we'd be rid of the riots). Censorship does not insult one's intellect; it merely adjusts the content being exposed to you such that it is on par with your maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I honestly can't believe I'm up typing this. I planned to crash by the time the clock strikes 10 pm. Unfortunately, luck is not on my side today. There's just too many distractions at home. I have a mind to study at the  void deck. I pray I would somehow find a way out of all this and just focus on my studies. It's officially 37 days before the "Judgement Day". It's too crucial a point to miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-7280988849282354351?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/7280988849282354351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=7280988849282354351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7280988849282354351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7280988849282354351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/censorship-insults-mans-intelligence.html' title='Censorship insults man’s intelligence and stifles his freedom.’ Discuss.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-1075741911481405712</id><published>2008-09-25T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:35:42.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The media are the terrorists best allies.’ Discuss.</title><content type='html'>One of the main roles of the media is to provide reliable information. More often than not, the media is said to impede upon the privacy of both individuals and that of a country. Would it not be disastrous should the enemies, in this case terrorists, get wind of the situation of a particular country or the state of their military weapons? I highly doubt so. Each time there is a telecast across the television, it is (usually) not without the governments' or the authorities in powers' knowledge. That applies to the rest of the media. It cannot be denied that the media could be used to the terrorists advantage. However, it would be untrue if we label the media as an ally of terrorists. If this is true, wouldn't the media have been done away with by now? The functions of the media are too crucial for us, and it is just as advantageous, or even more so, to us as it is to the terrorists'. In addition to that, there are measures that can be taken to reduce the risk of the media being "in cahoots" with terrorists.Hence, I advocate the stand that the media are not the terrorists best allies although it can be played to their advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media reveals military secrets of the country, thereby rendering it vulnerable to terrorist attacks. It is believed that once terrorists possess information on the particular weapons of the country, they would have the upperhand and would hence be able to attack on the weaknesses of the country's defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This belief would not stand if it's the country's deliberate action to publicize its military strength. A simple reason for such an action would be to deter potential attackers, in this case, the terrorists. In this light, the media would be more of an intermediary in sending out the message of one country to potential aggressors; hopefully, stopping them in their tracks. The media would showcase the extent of the country's military might, resulting in the aggressor's (or terrorists) thinking twice before attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, one may then counter by saying that if the terrorists are equipped with such information, they would then be able to develop even better warfare technologies to attack the particular country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are various reasons as to why this would be unlikely to occur. Firstly, the technologies developed by the country would have been done over a span of years with much research and refinement. It is not possible for the terrorists to achieve the same or even higher level unless they too have been working on it since earlier. By the time they complete developing their ammunitions, the country would have gone on to develop even better technologies.  Another reason would be that not all the military secrets of the country would have been unveiled. The military controls what is presented before the media, whilst keeping to themselves their mastermind strategies should the country be plagued in warfare. If the media is the terrorists best allies, it is certainly lacking in providing the whole picture of the military situation in the country. Hence, for it to be deemed as the terrorists best allies, or even termed as just allies, is rather doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us now move on to an even more controversial issue: the Internet. The Internet, being a widely used tool for quick and efficient communication has been accused for providing a platform onto which the terrorists from different places can conspire.  Hence, the United States government's immediate monitoring of all, if not most, online activities for traces of Islamist activist movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allies are supposed to protect one another and help each other out. In this case, it is clear that there is a way of finding out these terrorists with the help of the media. It is possible to track down their activities and put a dead end to it. This can be done by installing the necessary technologies or software in tracking down terrorists activities. An alternative view that can be derived from this would be that the media can aid us in cracking down on these terrorists. Hence, it is not true that the media are the terrorists best allies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media, no doubt, can be used to the terrorists advantage. However, it is up to us to also take undue advantage of the opportunities the media present to us: delivering of a strong oppsing message to the terrorists, cracking down on potential terrorist activities, garnering support from the global community against terrorists and many more. If the media can be used by both parties (us and the terrorists), the media is more inclined as an intermediary rather than as an ally of a particular party, in this case, the terrorist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-1075741911481405712?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/1075741911481405712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=1075741911481405712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1075741911481405712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1075741911481405712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/media-are-terrorists-best-allies.html' title='The media are the terrorists best allies.’ Discuss.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-7833761481346595031</id><published>2008-09-23T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:10:26.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Causes of the erosion of the values system</title><content type='html'>The mass media have long since been blamed for countless social maladies such as increased premarital sex, decreased participation in the community and increased violence. Indeed, mass media increases our exposure, particularly that of the younger generation, to various cultures which reprobate that of the traditional values.  Is it fair to shift the entire weight of responsibility for this consequence to that of the mass media? I should think not. Other factors, too, should bear the brunt of this responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of the mass media, exposure to the various brutalities of life are inevitable; take for example, the Blockbuster-hit Dark Knight with its many violent, action-packed scenes and its portrayal of the dark side of human through the Joker and his sadistic ambitions. Most may shrug it off, saying that such movies are mere tools for entertainment. However, this issue must not be taken lightly as its influence may extend to viewers that are immature(children, for example)or less critical of the issues at hand. In this way, mass media is partially responsible for the degradation of moral values in the younger generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that should also take responsibility would be that of the parents. Parents should acknowledge that since there is no way of shielding their children from the dangers posed by the mass media, they should protect their children by providing moral support and educating them on what is right and wrong. Parents should also teach their children to be critical of what they watch on television for it may not always hold true in reality. It is this very action that parents, or families for that matter, take that would ensure the preservation of moral values within their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this light, the media and the family should be blamed for the erosion of moral values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-7833761481346595031?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/7833761481346595031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=7833761481346595031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7833761481346595031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7833761481346595031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/causes-of-erosion-of-values-system.html' title='Causes of the erosion of the values system'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4899667011610572405</id><published>2008-09-21T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:52:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dread.</title><content type='html'>As the national examinations draw nearer, I can't help but feel restless. Have I done enough? { Thinking deeply..nope, definitely not enough} Will I be able to enter the course I want at the rate I'm going? {Should I lie or be honest about it? Don't need to, you should understand what I'm getting at} So, am I ready to take the examinations? {I think I am...Hmmm...Or am I? You get the picture?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been caught in an impasse (ever since the start of the year): I find myself unmotivated, unsure (at certain points during this 'journey') and basically, surrounded by a negative aura. I sound like a living zombie straight out from the horror movies. Isn't that cool? Ignore my insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. School's re-opening tomorrow, and I'm supposedly embarking on a new study plan beginning tomorrow. Weird thing is, I have yet gotten down to drawing out the entire plan. From experience, study plans don't usually work. So I'm debating over the necessity of one. Moreover, it might just clash with the plan my school has drawn out for us. I'm again, standing at the crossroads. I seem to have an affinity for such situations. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty nervous about the results too! I'm unwilling to face to reality; never had been willing to, in the first place. I'm pretty comfortable in my dreamland, although I am fully aware that it's not healthy for me to continue with this charade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has officially switched off. Can't think......Right. Goodnight GC!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4899667011610572405?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4899667011610572405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4899667011610572405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4899667011610572405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4899667011610572405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/dread.html' title='Dread.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-7584907832764070157</id><published>2008-09-21T00:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:31:40.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tarot image of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I've just been cajoled into taking a tarot quiz: almost everyone's curious about Mrs C's tarot equivalent (Note: Do not marry a celebrity, kinda makes things difficult for you). Enough self-proclaiming on my part and do read the following if you're very much interested in my so-called equivalent whom is none other than The Hermit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUzKxEoCFI/AAAAAAAAADA/RkMY4WfC-9Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248157200834627666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUzKxEoCFI/AAAAAAAAADA/RkMY4WfC-9Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are The Hermit&lt;br /&gt;Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking isn't it? Although it is quite similar to me in a number of ways, the term Hermit just creates a whole different image in my mind. I expected to be a Princess or Wicked Witch of the West or something: definitely something, cooler and gives off the waft of evil. Oh wellx, it's just a quiz, doesn't really define me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already blogging, I might as well rave on about my bag and diary that I've just received today =) It's been shipped from Korea and into my hands, courtesy of Pei Li's kindness (happy that I've acknowledged you?) Lolllxxx...Really, it's thanks to her. She and her sister's been hosting sprees for us =) Am really grateful for it =) Thank you!! Mrs C loves you!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's my long-awaited Magic diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUw_T85G_I/AAAAAAAAACA/KaM3pJDLHqs/s1600-h/Photo0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248154805015747570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUw_T85G_I/AAAAAAAAACA/KaM3pJDLHqs/s320/Photo0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUw_Vuy2KI/AAAAAAAAACI/wzaoiZmD5bU/s1600-h/Photo0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248154805493487778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUw_Vuy2KI/AAAAAAAAACI/wzaoiZmD5bU/s320/Photo0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUw_uXpKUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qq7Medj5oLI/s1600-h/Photo0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248154812107270466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUw_uXpKUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qq7Medj5oLI/s320/Photo0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUw_3UrkUI/AAAAAAAAACY/mVJeylPr5Gs/s1600-h/Photo0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248154814510764354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUw_3UrkUI/AAAAAAAAACY/mVJeylPr5Gs/s320/Photo0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUxAGz2KzI/AAAAAAAAACg/9gRFZ_eBjsc/s1600-h/Photo0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248154818668014386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUxAGz2KzI/AAAAAAAAACg/9gRFZ_eBjsc/s320/Photo0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the saying goes, never judge a book by its cover. In this case, you're free to do so. The pages of the book are just as (or likely, even more so) beautifully designed with ever-so intricate patterns. It's really elegant. I wanted the black version of it for it made the diary look forbidding. Having said that, the red version, with its Victorian elegance(yes, Victorian, Pei Li =) ) is worth the money. The diary came with a set of stickers for decoration purposes. Beautiful, is all I can say. I can't wait to start writing my daily concoctions of evil plans of destroying all good in the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUx92JMs0I/AAAAAAAAACw/NG8tYaOJTys/s1600-h/Photo0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUx92JMs0I/AAAAAAAAACw/NG8tYaOJTys/s1600-h/Photo0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUx92JMs0I/AAAAAAAAACw/NG8tYaOJTys/s1600-h/Photo0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUyTJxq1TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1fLg8ljbE5g/s1600-h/Photo0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248156245393331506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUyTJxq1TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1fLg8ljbE5g/s320/Photo0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my new bag! I'm not too sure of the fabric used, although it does have a leathery touch to it. It's design is that of elegance with a casual touch to it. Again, a star buy =) I'm cracking my head on when I should start using it....Probably tomorrow?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of tomorrow, I'll be watching the movie 4bia. I know it's been out for quite a while, but hey, for someone who's been pummeled by examination papers for a good 2 weeks, it's pretty recent. I'm excited as the reviews have been pretty good and it's been a long while since I've seen a good horror movie. I really hope I won't get disappointed. I'm saddened by the fact that it's in the late evening. I get paranoid the moment I 'embark' on my journey through the towers of flats in order to reach my destination, home. The darkness and loneliness of the area can really get to me sometimes. Right, I'm lying through my teeth. It gets to me MOST of the time. Nowadays, it's less on the ghosts and more on the humans. There's been a tad too many of such cases of murder and worse, rape, going on. You heard me, I'd better be off dead than raped. Atleast my self-respect would still be intact. Males who have committed this barbaric act deserve to be hanged to death for tainting the female's self-respect. I'm shocked they can get away with just a couple of years in jail. I WANT THEM HANGED. Right, let's just end off here then. (I love ending on a very low note.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for the horrible pictures, I couldn't stand waiting for the camera to be charged. I used my mum's hp camera as mine's currently sitting idle in Starhub's centre. Probably awaiting it's repair. Sighx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-7584907832764070157?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/7584907832764070157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=7584907832764070157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7584907832764070157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/7584907832764070157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/tarot-image-of-me.html' title='A tarot image of me?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/SNUzKxEoCFI/AAAAAAAAADA/RkMY4WfC-9Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-2598323999722719038</id><published>2008-09-18T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:29:03.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little too late.</title><content type='html'>Panic is an inherent characteristic in my case. I can be relatively calm in a particular minute whilst reacting in a shockingly opposite manner in the other. My attempts in veiling this ugly side of me had been to no avail. I'm wondering how one can get so panicked over examinations-especially the night before. I've been regularly haunted by either my Biology teacher or by bad grades(apparently, this haunts me in reality too-what a bummer!)&lt;br /&gt;I've heard people say that a good dosage of panic spurs them on to study, but a little too many of this 'drug' can kill. Unfortunately for me, I can't handle the sudden rush of adrenaline very well. It makes me lose focus, and lethargic (Guess I do need a bottle of concentrated ammonia solution to maintain my focus...*signs of desperation*-joy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm seeking out ways on how to calm my mind. I came across this article about how breathing-with the right technique- could possibly calm one's mind and bring about inner peace. One has to be conscious about one's breathing and the length of time taken to inhale and exhale should be of approximately the same time. I'm definitely convinced about the benefits of getting our breathing under control. Everytime I'm distressed, or feeling murderous, I'd just settle down into a meditative posture and breathe-in a literal sense. I'll always feel better, but I'd come off as a little more light-headed than usual. My technique's probably all rotten. I had better consult an expert on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another article recommended indulging in the art of yoga. I've been keen on yoga for quite a while, but it has never seemed to make it to my priority list of must-try. I will do better =) I definitely need my mind to exist in a healthy state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I would recommend is daily jogging. Jogging does wonders for me. However, the "activation energy" required for me to actually get my butt up and move my mechanical legs to the park is as high as that required for diamond to be converted to graphite. As I was saying, jogging makes me sharper than usual, my mind's perceptiveness is at it's peak and I lose weight =) Beautiful thing, jogging that is. By hook or by crook, I shall jog beginning saturday onwards =) Tomorrow's a no-no: I've got my last paper tomorrow and I'm off shopping-I've got to make a detour first to Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this Chinese proverb which I find really useful, I'll only give a translation of it tho':"The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it."&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! In order to prevent panic attacks, we should also watch our diet(something that I've been planning to do since a  long time back)! Do indulge in vitamin B12, which can be found in fishes, eggs and meat, for it would not only maintain our central nervous system but it would also reduce the risk of one experiencing brain shrinkage. I shudder to think that our brains are capable of shrinking, even without us being afflicted by Alzaheimer's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice: Long-term exposure to incense would ultimately increase the risk of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, do drink gallons of water!Just kidding! But make sure you drink plenty. It's believed to aid in ensuring one's mental and physical well-being-not only as a basic necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies ever so quickly. I had better go get some sleep now, need to be fresh for the exam tommorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-2598323999722719038?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/2598323999722719038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=2598323999722719038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2598323999722719038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2598323999722719038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-too-late.html' title='A little too late.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5497131955144777553</id><published>2008-09-14T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:07:28.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization hits fast</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful dinner. Honestly, the best I've ever had in years. It's funny that when realization hits you fast, it's as if the air is knocked out of you. I couldn't breathe. It was as if my foundation was hit by a massive earthquake and has shattered-completely.&lt;br /&gt;A feud has arisen between my brother and I. It's unlike any other feud that we've had before. It shocked me greatly that he had harboured such misconceptions of my actions. Everything that I have pursued had always been for the benefit of my brothers first. Apparently, he mistook it for me being self-centred. The amount of hurt that he has inflicted unto me is beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;Since it is in his belief that I'm self-centred and uncompassionate towards his well-being, fine. I shall reform myself to one that fits his description of my "true"self. I shall no longer think about how he'll benefit from my actions. I'll just think of myself (and of course that of my parents and youngest brother) but I would not spare a thought for him. Let him suffer for all I care. I'll make sure I mete out a punishment that'll make him regret his actions. Even if it'll lead me to taking unprecedented actions, I'll be sure I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-5497131955144777553?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5497131955144777553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5497131955144777553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5497131955144777553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5497131955144777553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/realization-hits-fast.html' title='Realization hits fast'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-2875914154312180537</id><published>2008-09-05T05:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:03:28.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pang of regret-or maybe not.</title><content type='html'>I've no doubt made an utter mistake that should never have been committed especially when one is nearing their examinations. Doubt anyone can guess that, though, so I shall just spill the beans. I've finally embarked on the well-known Stephanie Meyer series, kickstarting it with Twilight. Wrong move made on my part;considering my insatiable desire to just continue reading. I've had to pull away from it-reluctantly, I must say-due to my Mum's unconcealed horror at me for staying awake the entire night up till a couple of minutes ago just because of a book. This is palpably not the first incident of its kind. Nevertheless, I doubt my Mum would ever get used to the notion of sacrificing sleep for a mere paperback. Anyways, getting back to my point: I should've done exactly what I had intended to do and saved that book for after the preliminary examination. If I had done exactly as I had desired, I wouldn't be in this pathetic state of submitting myself to the book's very presence: again, a common occurence with me when it comes to books. I'm glad I didn't have a mirror right in front of me the whole night: I'd probably be plagued by nightmares of my goofy, eerily dreamy smile whenever Edward and Isabella's "breath-taking" moments arise. I know I've understated this, but I can't really put it to words, how I feel about this. I'm in awe, really. I love Edward's compelling character, his indescribable beauty, everything about him. Most of all, I love the way this forbidding romance has bud from. Love doesn't even come close to describing it.&lt;br /&gt;As one might have expected, being a lover of books-I tend to play these movie-like images in my mind as I progress. I can clearly see Edward, his pallid skin,clearly illuminated by a ghostly light. His piercing eyes: crystals of colours forming. His sweet voice. His graceful actions. Everytime Isabella is swept off her feet by him, believe me, I was just as blown away as she was. I'm about almost done with the book. There's no telling what I'll do after I end this. Continue with the next? Maybe. No, likely. That's a lie, it's a definitely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-2875914154312180537?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/2875914154312180537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=2875914154312180537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2875914154312180537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2875914154312180537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/pang-of-regret-or-maybe-not.html' title='A pang of regret-or maybe not.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-2570061284235251581</id><published>2008-09-03T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:26:35.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrimination</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why does discrimination exist&lt;/em&gt;? This question has egged at me for as long as I can remember, but I've pushed it to the back of my mind. Reason being that every single time I delve deeper into this topic, my findings have endowed me with disbelief and hurt. Having grown up in a city where I'm, thankfully, spared much of the sufferings that our ancestors have gone through, I've unconsciously created a disillusioned perspective of the world being a not too bad a place to live in-it's not like we are granted with another option anyway. Hence, being made aware of occurrences like the Holocaust and the genocide in Rwanda has shattered the "nice" image of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It was a blow to my state of mind, when I was exposed to such things at such a tender age-kudos to my parents for inculcating the unquenchable desire for knowledge since young. My initial perception of humans was that we can never be so cruel as to kill each other just because we are dissatisfied or prejudiced. Naive thoughts expected of a child. One has to grow out of it some day or another. After all this, my point is...?&lt;br /&gt;I assumed that discrimination was a thing of the past, for countries that have had histories marked down by racial riots or so. I was wrong. Its existence is as real as it is in the past. Just one mistake by any of us, really, just any one of us could possibly set an entire race on fire.&lt;br /&gt;History is supposedly meant to guide us in rectifying our mistakes. So why hasn't there been a solution to discrimination? We're not talking just about racial discrimination, we're talking about religious discrimination, status discrimination(if there ever exist such a term), so on so forth. There's discrimination everywhere! Why is that so? What, exactly, triggers the mechanism of discrimination in a human being?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be due to the elitist systems that have been ingrained in every society throughout the world? Or could it be due to our perspective of things-what is right, what is wrong, what is pure, what is filthy, what is....what is...? It just goes on and on. How can we eradicate this discrimination? Or is this really the essence of life;discriminating as we go along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-2570061284235251581?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/2570061284235251581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=2570061284235251581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2570061284235251581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2570061284235251581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/09/discrimination.html' title='Discrimination'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5174563270943261624</id><published>2008-08-03T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:46:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life...or death?</title><content type='html'>Fuel prices have been rising. No surprise there. At the rate at which oil is being consumed globally, the oil reserves are bound to be squeezed dry. It's just a pity that we have to live to feel the effects of this. It just has to happen right before I get my driver's license. Well, life has never been fair, has it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans have always tried to sustain their lifestyles.And they still are. Since fuel resembles an obstacle to their polluting activities, they are now manoeveuring their way round it by sourcing out alternative fuels to replace the high-level polluting ones. Indeed, biofuels seems a prospective replacement: low carbon emissions, "producable",...Sorry to break it to you, but that's merely an illusion-created to satisfy the human's search for a solution to the problem of global warming. We've arrived at a dead-end and in reality, we all know that there's no turning back;we either advance or come to a standstill until our existence cease to remain.&lt;br /&gt;Before coming to that, I'd just like to assert that biofuels may appear a saviour to many: but do note that it's a cunning one, if i may say so. Why? Biofuels do pollute! Perhaps, no, likely even more so than the petrol we're consuming. Ignore those data, figures that have been presented to you. Just how many of those take into account the production processes that precedes the biofuel itself? Also, biofuels do release a pollutant(nitrous oxide) which is believed(or maybe, proven) to be much much more harmful than carbon dioxide. Imagine that. We're just digging our own graves at a rate faster than our current pace.&lt;br /&gt;Right then, back to the choice between advancement or just cowardly waiting for death. Global warming has always been inevitable. Try as we may, we can only at the most slow it down or, like now, quicken its pace. Ever since the Ice Age, global warming merely presents us the idea that Mother Nature is yet again reforming itself. A snake has to shed its skin once in a while you know. In our case, Mother Nature is probably undergoing a make-over. We've scarred her far too much that she desires a new look. If we want to escape the impending disaster, the only possible route out would be to either find a way to control how the universe, climate changes,...works or to just sought out a new Earth. Humans are good at finding alternatives, substitutes aren't they? So why not find us a substitute for Earth? It'll certainly save us a hassle of conforming our lifestyles to a "greener"form.&lt;br /&gt;If we, of course, decide that it's not worth all the investment to search out a new utopia, we can just stay here and brave the storm that will uproot our souls from our physical being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-5174563270943261624?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5174563270943261624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5174563270943261624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5174563270943261624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5174563270943261624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-lifeor-death.html' title='New life...or death?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5373964797689852706</id><published>2008-06-21T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:25:29.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow..it's been awhile (well, a month) since I've viewed my blog. I've only just realised that the colour's abit harsh on the eyes. Nice. Hmm...Nothing much to say really. Just that the holiday period seemed as though it lasted a couple of days. Lucky me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-5373964797689852706?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5373964797689852706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5373964797689852706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5373964797689852706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5373964797689852706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4885474730466523119</id><published>2008-05-27T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:54:41.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baseless thoughts...running through my mind like water flowing out from the tap...just flowing...never returning to one's conscience after it's slithered away..&lt;br /&gt;Random snippets.Welcome to my world. A world where everything's muddled-nothing is complete in my world. Just shards of broken dreams scattered everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4885474730466523119?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4885474730466523119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4885474730466523119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4885474730466523119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4885474730466523119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/05/baseless-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-3755010386755728951</id><published>2008-05-18T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:23:07.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculed life</title><content type='html'>Really, I do not understand how others make their life out to be smooth sailing while I'm here still trying to set the sail right for my boat. I'm scared of being left behind. I feel as though everyone's halfway through their race whilst I'm still struggling not to be the last. How disgusting. I've fallen in my own self-esteem and I believe, that of G's (If you're close to me, I believe that you know who I'm referring to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do? I'm not improving and for certain areas, decaying. I should, perhaps, save my these lamentations for my old days and focus on my true purpose-to fulfill the criteria I have laid out for myself. I need this badly-really badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-3755010386755728951?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/3755010386755728951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=3755010386755728951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/3755010386755728951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/3755010386755728951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/05/ridiculed-life.html' title='Ridiculed life'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5921008524617045936</id><published>2008-05-07T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:09:07.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckle up-or suffer.</title><content type='html'>Seatbelts are a nuisance. I believe many would agree with me. No doubt it's a rather significant aspect of ensuring one's safety in a vehicle, but isn't this only handy during emergency brakes or during car accidents? Most of the time, it takes form as one of the many hassles that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the recent incident that occurred at Bukit Timah Road-involving the Secondary 2 student whom regrettably injured himself just because he did not engage in the use of the seatbelt-had triggered a gush of concerns from the public to make safety belts a priority for all vehicles, yada yada. In my opinion, even if we do invest in safety belts for every single vehicle; it's a troublesome idea. Plus, even if we do approve of such regulations, honestly, would we ever use the seatbelts? Wouldn't it just be a waste of financial resources? It's not as if such events are prevalent in our country, so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I do not appreciate or understand the safety aspects of the seatbelt. In fact, I believe I can comprehend its uses very well. It's just that, it's really human nature to "challenge" things that are safe. It's like you're telling that thing that "I don't need you to fall back on" and what nots. Let's try this. For all alcoholics out there, you know that alcohol is bad for your health. You might say, yes, but it's an excellent stress reliever hence making it good for mental health. My foot. A recent study by Japanese researchers, if I'm not mistaken, said that alcohol actually intensifies the trauma  that you've experienced, such that it's a vivid image in your mind-tormenting you for a longer period of time than what would've taken if you didn't drink alcohol. Now that you know this, would you stop drinking? I highly doubt so. It's really human nature to challenge the safe side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. Yet again, I've lost my train of thoughts. I'm derailed, seriously. God knows what I'll be reduced to by the end of this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-5921008524617045936?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5921008524617045936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5921008524617045936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5921008524617045936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5921008524617045936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/05/buckle-up-or-suffer.html' title='Buckle up-or suffer.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5308864246693366737</id><published>2008-05-03T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:30:24.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've got to admit, I've never really attempted to pave a clear-cut path-journeying into the core of life- for me to tread on. If I'd don on the worker's outfit in the first place, arming myself with a shovel, I would've covered a distance even further than where I'm standing right now. (Just so you know, I've suddenly lost connection with my inner self. Forgive me for any gibberish that I'm about to spout hereafter.).&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a chore-honestly. I never thought that there'd come a point in life when I would throw my hands up;defeated by the insanity of my schedule. Really. The joy of it. Guess there really a first time for everything-not to mention the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Biology SPA Skill A is up next on the appetizer menu for the A Levels-yum! It's apparently the last dish of appetizer; and the worst. I probably should stop lamenting over the myriad of difficulties that I'm encountering and should instead, use whatever time left to beef myself up before the main course arrives, carried on golden platter. I mean, if I can't handle the appetizer-what more the main course?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to entertain me-just me and my classical music. Someone, please spare me by recommending more classical compilations! I'm desperate for more. Everytime I listen to a piece of composition, I get so overwhelmed that I wish that I could be the conductor of that piece. If only...my mum enrolled me in a piano and violin class when I was young...make me learn music in depth...learn other musical instruments...Dream, dream, dream.....How disgusting! At this rate, I'll be a bad investor when I grow up. Just for satisfaction for the soul, allow me to recite a rather crappy quote from a particular nursery rhyme(I'm not so sure it is a nursery rhyme or not, though):&lt;br /&gt;Rich guy come today,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me wait for another day;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~I've really lost it...I can't think of the right continuation..My literature spirit is leaving me..I can't feel anything anymore..I'm like a corpse;living, yet believing I'm dead. (God! What a horrid comparison!)&lt;br /&gt;Alright..I need my sleep...If not I'll just metamorphosise into a beautiful snowy owl..Goodnight, dear owls. Good morning early birds =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-5308864246693366737?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5308864246693366737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5308864246693366737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5308864246693366737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5308864246693366737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/05/hazy-thoughts.html' title='Hazy thoughts'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-2421327171250796754</id><published>2008-04-07T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:03:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing the boundaries..NOT</title><content type='html'>No matter what I do, I just can't seem to stretch myself. If you're thinking physically, think again. Our assignment today for GP was to get thinking on a bunch of topics that are inclined to the philosophical field. I wouldn't say that it's purely philosophical. The essay question I've chosen to delve into was " Attitude, not aptitude, determines one's altitude". You might just be thinking that it's a pretty interesting topic to argue. I wouldn't deny that, but at the same time, there's this fear instilled within me that I'm incapable of writing such essays. I've always loved philosophy, thinking about it, discussing such with friends (I've pen down a few- they're incomplete tho')..Never really had the courage to present to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about courage. I'm just stressed over the fact that there are great writers around; and that no matter how hard I try, I can never come round to writing an essay as effective and mind-blowing as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;How do you centre your thoughts? How can one master the art of focus? I'm apparently an amateur in such things. That could probably account for my lack of display of comprehensiveness in my essays. I think my brain's power is at its minimum right now. Can't seem to think straight, nor clearly for that matter. Let's just end this here. Am hoping for the best for tomorrow's essay =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-2421327171250796754?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/2421327171250796754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=2421327171250796754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2421327171250796754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/2421327171250796754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/04/pushing-boundariesnot.html' title='Pushing the boundaries..NOT'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4574748756363910623</id><published>2008-03-28T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:12:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Symposium at MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R-yMZtyKxTI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZgfM0zFGqFc/s1600-h/image-upload-7-774311.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R-yMZtyKxTI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZgfM0zFGqFc/s320/image-upload-7-774311.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here's the picture that Aiman and I just took..that's our poster explaining the spider research that we undertook last year..i'm currently feeling really nervous bout everything..i hope it turns out fine ;)&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-4574748756363910623?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4574748756363910623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4574748756363910623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4574748756363910623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4574748756363910623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/03/science-symposium-at-mj.html' title='Science Symposium at MJ'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R-yMZtyKxTI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZgfM0zFGqFc/s72-c/image-upload-7-774311.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-4218050070989708443</id><published>2008-03-23T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:19:16.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend craze =x</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I'm uncertain as to why I termed this weekend a "craze". Yesterday was a little too much to handle, I guess =x I woke up at 8 am, crying! I had the worst dream anyone would have ever had. I dreamt my mum dying right in front of my eyes. The moment I woke up, I was in a horrid shock that I ran all over the house in search of my mum, but she just had to go to the market at that point of time. Leaving me, searching and calling around franctically for her. I couldn't stop crying. My dad woke up with a shock and he was like, "Are you okay? Why're you crying like that?" After I told him what I dreamt about, he was like telling me to stop crying and calm down for it was only a dream. Do you think I was in the right mind to actually calm down? All I cared about at that point in time was to know that my mum was safe and sound. I couldn't care less about anything else, honestly. When my mum reached home, I just hugged her and told her not to leave me, ever! I really don't know what to do if my mum leaves me. I love her so much that I'd willingly die in her place for I don't think that I'll be able to take on the household responsibilities at a young age, what with helping my dad raise my brothers. That's an insane job, really. Even without them, I doubt I'll be able to live watching my mum die without me doing anything. Well, that dream taught me that I should never take life for granted. Life is something so precious that every single second matters. Also, never ever take your parents for granted; you may say that you hate them, and that you're able to live without them etc etc. Truth is, you'll never be able to. Are you capable of washing, cooking, ironing, cleaning the house, paying the bills, do the grocery shopping, shopping for basic necessities etc. all by yourself? While studying or working? If you're able to, good for you then. I'll never be able to, I'll have to learn, though. But parents always play an important role in your life. Without them, it's a long and harsh road for you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough blabbering. I can't seem to focus when writing anything down. Wellx, better set off to do the Math probability or God knows who'd be after my life =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-4218050070989708443?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/4218050070989708443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=4218050070989708443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4218050070989708443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/4218050070989708443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-craze-x.html' title='Weekend craze =x'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-5814432418935029256</id><published>2008-03-21T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:48:21.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Maniac Mum =p</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm too young to be a mother, that's for sure. But the truth is inevitable. I am a mother of 3 beautiful cats =) I've taken care of them since the day they were born. I'm not sure what happened to their biological mother; they were just abandoned. It was a sad sight really. I first met them under my void deck; I was making my way to the car-it's a school day, you see. I, then, heard rather loud, desperate cries (or mewings if you'd like to put it that way) coming from a box. Yes, a classic encounter. Well, curious ol' me went to look into the box and there were 3 beautiful kittens;pitifully crying out for their mother. I doubt they even got the chance to drink their mother's milk. I bet this was the work of a nasty human who separated them from their mother. I was seriously moved to tears; I hate seeing anyone stuck in a horrible plight. What could I do? At that time, I knew that my parents would not stand for it. They've always been against us keeping cats at home. The only pet that I ever had in the past was a tarapin(is that how you spell it?...). Well, yeah. Steeling myself, I walked away. When I entered the car, I asked my mum to call the SPCA if they're still there when she returns after sending me off to school. She was like, " Don't let it get to you." I got pissed and my mind was racing with a lot of questions that I didn't dare raise in front of her: "Don't you have a heart??", "Can't you see they're in pain?", etc. Pretty much those kind of questions. Well, enlightenment came over me and instead of bothering myself with such revoking thoughts, I prayed to God that those kittens would be found by their mother or if the latter was not possible, some kind soul would take pity on them and take them in. Guess what? That kind soul was my mother! I couldn't believe my ears when my brother called me and told me the great news=) It was all that I've ever wanted in my life- to have 3 beautiful children whom I can take care of, play with, talk to etc. It was a dream come true for me. And really, I think the love and respect that I had for my mum multiplied infinite times. Honestly, I never thought that it was ever possible. Guess life is all about experiencing the impossible. Watching it happen gives one a thrill, hope etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I never expected to tell the story in this post.. =) I just wanted to say that I've just completed a collage of each of my 3 beauties(yes, the male is considered a beauty too =p )&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite think of anything to say right now. My mind's in a fuzz. I'm probably quite tired. Been working on a powerpoint presentation and poster for Meridian's first ever Science Symposium. I really can't believe Aiman and I completed this in less than half a day! I doubt you can either =) Wellx, that's all I can think of writing about right now. I'm pretty low on my battery (as in my brain) not laptop =) Good nitex =o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-5814432418935029256?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/5814432418935029256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=5814432418935029256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5814432418935029256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/5814432418935029256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-of-maniac-mum-p.html' title='Life of a Maniac Mum =p'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-1527868300803891844</id><published>2008-03-17T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:15:19.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building on my shattered world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weaving daydreams into an intricately delicate web. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A web that expresses my innermost desires, thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pattern of the web, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;usually pre-determined by the daily pressures and feelings from life on a whole. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, that's my job. Or so, I believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; To conjure up a mist, shielding my naked eyes from the harsh realities of life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probability due to my obstinacy to accept life as it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just in case you're wondering, the above paragraph was not meant to be a poem. Impulse compelled me to structure it in such a way. Quite disappointed in myself, really. I can't believe I've truly lost touch with writing. I used to think that nothing in the world could stop me from penning down my thoughts. I always, or atleast used to, believe that the only way I can express whatever feelings that I have would be through writing. Writing proses, poems, ambitiously thought of "long" stories. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn. I've lost my train of thoughts already. My house is always cacophonic with noise pollution. Seriously irritated with my brothers. They can't zip it, even for a moment. Well, I'll just update a post whenever my schedule permits me to - and my memory =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159014061724285497-1527868300803891844?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/1527868300803891844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=1527868300803891844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1527868300803891844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/1527868300803891844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/2008/03/building-on-my-shattered-world.html' title='Building on my shattered world'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125204170721323919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-3353387548778640268</id><published>2008-03-14T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:00:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R9pa1hfYjMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G_dgIq7cbxc/s1600-h/image-upload-8-738067.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R9pa1hfYjMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G_dgIq7cbxc/s320/image-upload-8-738067.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the airport :)&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-3353387548778640268?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harukotakara.blogspot.com/feeds/3353387548778640268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159014061724285497&amp;postID=3353387548778640268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159014061724285497/posts/default/3353387548778640268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-8521426318134158787</id><published>2008-03-14T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:58:23.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R9paThfYjKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qtx4rla-J6M/s1600-h/image-upload-7-702056.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R9paThfYjKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qtx4rla-J6M/s320/image-upload-7-702056.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dinner at changi:)&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-8521426318134158787?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R9paThfYjKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qtx4rla-J6M/s72-c/image-upload-7-702056.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159014061724285497.post-7032540550209654760</id><published>2008-03-14T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:56:49.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean cut chics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R9pZ7hfYjJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/099UllkaJ2M/s1600-h/image-upload-8-706696.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfyDpjB-w30/R9pZ7hfYjJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/099UllkaJ2M/s320/image-upload-8-706696.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Curl-free&lt;/span&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/9159014061724285497-7032540550209654760?l=harukotakara.blogspot.com' alt='' 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