<?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-3898329421645290044</id><updated>2012-02-01T10:31:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust in the wind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-6156682034258906037</id><published>2012-02-01T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:31:32.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS</title><content type='html'>NS caught up. I still have things on my mind though. But i guess i'll have to make do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like sjab in Zhonghua all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this time the new J1s would be having their orientation. Brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to Tekong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-6156682034258906037?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6156682034258906037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2012/02/ns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/6156682034258906037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/6156682034258906037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2012/02/ns.html' title='NS'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-5637603182677328620</id><published>2012-01-26T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:27:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTSH</title><content type='html'>My Dad has been on crutches for the past one month or so after we came back from Sarawak where he took a fall and had a minor closed fracture above the ankle. Occasionally he has to go to TTSH for a checkup and i have accompanied him there for three times now since i'm currently the only one who needs not work or go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i'm there i can't help but notice the old, fragile folks on wheelchairs or trolley beds. Some look really lethargic, while some look tired and empty. I reckon not all every one looks like that but these were the ones i noticed during my short time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little part of me wished that i could rid them of whatever illnesses or bodily degradation they are experiencing, and another never wants to see my family or myself in that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's inevitable i guess. Hopefully we'll transit into old age with a peachy health such that there's a ton of problems less to worry about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-5637603182677328620?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5637603182677328620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2012/01/ttsh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/5637603182677328620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/5637603182677328620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2012/01/ttsh.html' title='TTSH'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-8007709247108168146</id><published>2012-01-22T23:16:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:53:56.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of something is always the most beautiful part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168164_10150093548150762_787880761_6096761_42559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 258px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168164_10150093548150762_787880761_6096761_42559_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Orientation'11!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SR would just have had their CNY celebration, albeit without any J1s this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of January when i was still in JC. Upon returning to the college and for the few weeks that followed after, there was this lingering sense of beginning and tranquility in the air. The feeling of having things to look forward to in a homely place like SR, despite the frustrations and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation, be it as a freshman or an OSL, best elicits this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;- Opening your eyes to a whole new environment / seeing O level students taking their first step into a life changing phase&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- sheepishly smiling at your soon to be classmates, wondering how they would be like / Diligently explaining the college compound and system to your OG/CG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- new uniform, new system / donning your blue polo-tee again, picturing how A levels would be like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beginning of something is always the most beautiful part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-8007709247108168146?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8007709247108168146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-there-was-something-to-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8007709247108168146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8007709247108168146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-there-was-something-to-look.html' title='The beginning of something is always the most beautiful part'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-3204757554481226382</id><published>2012-01-18T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:13:29.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QbxjcQCKrA0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-3204757554481226382?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3204757554481226382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2012/01/yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3204757554481226382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3204757554481226382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2012/01/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QbxjcQCKrA0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-4112544563189775204</id><published>2011-12-31T22:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:12:56.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red pill and blue pill / Goodbye 2011</title><content type='html'>At sometime in life you'll meet a forked road, and after chosing one, you'll occasionally wonder how your life would have been different should you have taken the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cGRhvmB0A4/TwB657Vtr9I/AAAAAAAAGsM/GQmycguZ_a8/s1600/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cGRhvmB0A4/TwB657Vtr9I/AAAAAAAAGsM/GQmycguZ_a8/s320/IMG_2967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692685064596205522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, i don't really know where to start. I guess that's what always happens whenever i look back on the past year. JC life in SR binded 2010 &amp;amp; 2011 together as a phase of growth, good times and sorrow altogether. I'd daresay these two years are one of the most significant years of my life thus far, changing me and my life to a pretty large extent. But as i stand minutes away from 2012, a resounding question rings - where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continue)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-4112544563189775204?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4112544563189775204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-pill-and-blue-pill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/4112544563189775204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/4112544563189775204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-pill-and-blue-pill.html' title='Red pill and blue pill / Goodbye 2011'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cGRhvmB0A4/TwB657Vtr9I/AAAAAAAAGsM/GQmycguZ_a8/s72-c/IMG_2967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-2116958996334477689</id><published>2011-12-21T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:22:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomerang</title><content type='html'>Such a nice thought. If only eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nwAYpLVyeFU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-2116958996334477689?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2116958996334477689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/12/boomerang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/2116958996334477689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/2116958996334477689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/12/boomerang.html' title='Boomerang'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nwAYpLVyeFU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-8367228643023044583</id><published>2011-12-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:22:07.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>那些年，我们一起追的女孩 (YOU ARE THE APPLE OF MY EYE)</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of love/romance films. Not that i don't or won't watch them though. It's just that i don't usually watch them and have watched very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on hearsay, the movie's really nice. I didn't have any real intention to watch but since Sis wanted to, we ended up watching last week. Had to sneak her in though. NC16's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSMmK4zvi-I/TvH0oUjllwI/AAAAAAAAGrA/0W5xzXO0-Ts/s1600/13203214111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSMmK4zvi-I/TvH0oUjllwI/AAAAAAAAGrA/0W5xzXO0-Ts/s320/13203214111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688596777895565058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpcFVjo8pHU/Ttr9FFYcnCI/AAAAAAAACS4/MUvXzi0MnzA/s1600/Youaretheappleofmyeye01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpcFVjo8pHU/Ttr9FFYcnCI/AAAAAAAACS4/MUvXzi0MnzA/s1600/Youaretheappleofmyeye01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't regret watching at all. It's the best movie i watched this  entire year (not that i watched enough movies to make a proper  comparison) and probably one of my favourites. Didn't think it would  turn out to be so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd attribute my liking for this movie to the humble acting, sincere directing of the film, and the &lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWzlwGVQ6_Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;theme song&lt;/a&gt;. Really brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8jxiNckmK4/TvHvNs-YwpI/AAAAAAAAGq0/tnkmtKONplM/s1600/22266_27219_ww_hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8jxiNckmK4/TvHvNs-YwpI/AAAAAAAAGq0/tnkmtKONplM/s320/22266_27219_ww_hh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688590823035814546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; biggest factor was that this movie makes you wonder. All the mistakes i made, the turns i took. The individual decisions made, should they have been different, could have steered my entire life in another direction. This picture best exemplifies this - what he should have done :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wonder if things could have turned out differently. Preferably for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-8367228643023044583?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8367228643023044583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-apple-of-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8367228643023044583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8367228643023044583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-apple-of-my-eye.html' title='那些年，我们一起追的女孩 (YOU ARE THE APPLE OF MY EYE)'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSMmK4zvi-I/TvH0oUjllwI/AAAAAAAAGrA/0W5xzXO0-Ts/s72-c/13203214111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-3459010403201726735</id><published>2011-12-08T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:58:54.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Updating this place, or rather, penning down my thoughts was one of the first few things i thought i would do once A's are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A levels exams are long gone (i hope). The last stretch was the worst,  not physically but emotionally. So much so that after it's over and done  with i don't even feel that ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shitloads of things have been on my mind in this time after A's. I've  saved them as drafts and will touch up a little before posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess this is the period where i just don't know what or how to feel. Neither happy nor sad. Just somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Off to Hongkong in a few hours. Time to get out of this darned place for awhile and rest my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-3459010403201726735?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3459010403201726735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3459010403201726735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3459010403201726735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-4200981686738321974</id><published>2011-08-21T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:05:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen</title><content type='html'>Man.. who would have thought that i'd meet you today, RIGHT AFTER last night when i was thinking about things between us two years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, didn't mean for it to be awkward. I wanted to talk to you, but i didn't want to bother you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fucking loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-4200981686738321974?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4200981686738321974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/08/sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/4200981686738321974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/4200981686738321974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/08/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-3195580165277016950</id><published>2011-06-25T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:14:30.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Say Nothing At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0gs277URqwY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-3195580165277016950?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3195580165277016950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3195580165277016950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3195580165277016950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html' title='When You Say Nothing At All'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0gs277URqwY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-987473555146484873</id><published>2011-06-22T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:35:37.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A17aPRAVPGs" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see. Be it Obama, Osama, the assholes along the street, Popes, your parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all once like that. Perhaps not as joyful, perhaps a little quieter, but still, were innocent, happy little souls that were (most of the time) feeling what we grownups subconsciously yearn for while going through the tiresome routine of our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fast forward back to the present. Whatever happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say we simply entered reality. Reality is a bitter place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-987473555146484873?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/987473555146484873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/987473555146484873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/987473555146484873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-of-us.html' title='All of us'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A17aPRAVPGs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-8890803818593614736</id><published>2011-03-04T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:38:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude for next year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDeHRreniBk/TXD7vWqYJdI/AAAAAAAAGTI/c4Sy--6-CCo/s1600/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDeHRreniBk/TXD7vWqYJdI/AAAAAAAAGTI/c4Sy--6-CCo/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580236729267791314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though not meant to be portrayed as such, this picture seems to reflect the sense of detachment I'm currently going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Odac&lt;/span&gt;  is killing me. Workload piles up because of the ridiculous extent of  the responsibilities and tasks i have to shoulder, which then results in  a vicious cycle of lagging behind. Been trying to keep my head above  the water for the past couple of weeks. And fact that Common Tests are  in 3 days time aren't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the sense of detachment from  hope. Just witnessed 2010 J2s receive their results today. It was like a  prelude. What if i end up not making it, despite trying my best to hold  things together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amidst&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;managing&lt;/span&gt; with the unfair load i carry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad when you're put to an underserved disadvantage isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-8890803818593614736?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8890803818593614736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/03/though-not-meant-to-be-portrayed-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8890803818593614736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8890803818593614736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/03/though-not-meant-to-be-portrayed-as.html' title='Prelude for next year'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDeHRreniBk/TXD7vWqYJdI/AAAAAAAAGTI/c4Sy--6-CCo/s72-c/IMG_1291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-3958664375500849914</id><published>2011-01-13T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:45:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lepi5gKQeE1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 260px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lepi5gKQeE1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Tumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-3958664375500849914?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3958664375500849914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3958664375500849914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3958664375500849914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-5241722272194089593</id><published>2011-01-01T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:03:13.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another battle begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TR84y60gUaI/AAAAAAAAGHE/LNF3EnjE3yU/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TR84y60gUaI/AAAAAAAAGHE/LNF3EnjE3yU/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557222912632574370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was just thinking of a year ago when i stood by the window waiting for  2010 to begin. Back then i just made through a harsh two years and  seeing it finally end, brought a sense of new and a sense of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just having witnessed yet another round of unsynchronised countdowns, i briefly reflect on several milestones of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;1S01 &amp;amp; 4H2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within  weeks of joining the class, i started to dislike the class as the  people here are just not the type i see myself becoming good friends  with. And although i'm the type that is more inclined to being a loner, i  had my own clique of four - Justin Hongwei and Jinxiang who transferred  in after awhile. Guess we did have our fair share of fun in the first  semester, when us freshmen have not received the full blow of JC stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately,  our class got closer towards the last term and i realised that the  class got better. Weilip, Koonhan, James, Gabriel etc. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bunch of weirdos&lt;/span&gt;.  But the final stretch of PW was enjoyable with these guys. (albeit the  numerous times i was pissed at my group, namely Jienhsiu, for having  poor work ethic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, 1S01 allowed me to meet Justin, Abby and Hongwei. I've came to acknowledged them and other people like  Geraldine, Dickson, Cherpeng and Alcina (although i don't talk to  Cherpeng and Alcina that often now due to different lifestyles) as  people i'll remember for life; people that i actually consider real friends.  As these people probably know, i grew up being very cynical about the  whole meaning of friends due to how society is now, but i've learnt to  be more accepting. In life, you just need a small radius of friends like  these to be happy, compared to hundreds of Facebook friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;ODAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although  choosing a 4H2 combination was definitely not the smartest choice, it  would have been more managable if i had been more insightful and vocal  about my disapproval of me taking over ODAC's president post. We all  didn't know what we were signing up for when we decided to join ODAC -  the seniors didn't convey the idea to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life in ODAC thus  far has been largely a huge pain in the ass. I deduced that my  leadership post is the SHITTIEST among all the presidents/captains of SR  CCAs, if not one of the shittiest. Recounting/explaining the cons of it  just shames me so i shall skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside however, i  met wonderful people who have supported me and made my life here less  horrible and i'm really grateful for them. There is nothing worse than  being a CCA leader that has no friends in the CCA. Just imagine it.  It'll be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;SRJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently  a taboo choice for Zhonghuarians. I was initially one of those  hell-bent on getting my ass appealed out the college. But after  accepting fate, fate carves roads for you. Some smooth and meaningful,  some just fucks you up. It's a matter of focusing on those that are  good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRGCE's a quintessential example. Just as how Japan  Exchange program in 2008 woke me up from darkness, SRGCE Lijiang shed  light on the meaning of life and i came back with a healthier mental  state and probably had slightly more inner peace. Hope it lasts me long  enough to get through the next few years though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, life  got better this year, despite some fucked up things and people. I won't  talk about the kind of darkness i used to live in and how bleak my  mental state used to be now. But i'll just end off being thankful that  i've stepped out of most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the word "most". Because no one can ever completely step out of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Ruihan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-5241722272194089593?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5241722272194089593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-battle-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/5241722272194089593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/5241722272194089593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-battle-begins.html' title='Another battle begins'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TR84y60gUaI/AAAAAAAAGHE/LNF3EnjE3yU/s72-c/IMG_0446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-9129741269075751746</id><published>2010-12-20T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:29:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learnt</title><content type='html'>Lijiang.&lt;br /&gt;When i was there, i told myself to do a recount of the  entire trip when i get back. You know, for memories sake. Till now i  haven't. Same thing as when i returned from Zhonghua's school trip two  years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe deep down i know that these trips hold a subtle but strong meaning that words can only describe so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And  especially a kind of knowing that i can only see the peace, love and  happiness this world can offer when i'm on trips like these, but never  when i'm living life like i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1384.snc4/163603_480205975761_787880761_5673555_2676419_n.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-9129741269075751746?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/9129741269075751746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/12/changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/9129741269075751746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/9129741269075751746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/12/changed.html' title='Learnt'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-4942041164346997227</id><published>2010-12-04T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:02:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The next turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TPotg-vyhXI/AAAAAAAAF_g/ehyBhGVCSLg/s1600/IMG_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TPotg-vyhXI/AAAAAAAAF_g/ehyBhGVCSLg/s320/IMG_0634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546795935682692466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of GCE a few months back, you'll probably not think of it for more than a few seconds since it was so far away then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now GCE Lijiang is gonna start in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt a little tinge of sadness when i was clearing the memory cards i used for Japan Exchange Program two years ago so that i can use them for Lijiang. Using the same luggage too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these when you re-realise how much time has passed and how much things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events like these - turning points in life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-4942041164346997227?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4942041164346997227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/4942041164346997227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/4942041164346997227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-turn.html' title='The next turn'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TPotg-vyhXI/AAAAAAAAF_g/ehyBhGVCSLg/s72-c/IMG_0634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-6033078002298299124</id><published>2010-11-19T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:36:30.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The storm after the calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TOZtFF-61KI/AAAAAAAAF9s/1eJOmyUvSGw/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TOZtFF-61KI/AAAAAAAAF9s/1eJOmyUvSGw/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541236325798827170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, haven't been posting here for a long time. Not that i don't want to, but it's kinda hard thinking of what to say and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent happenings:&lt;br /&gt;Promotional results day&lt;br /&gt;Human race&lt;br /&gt;Commendation day&lt;br /&gt;Chinese A levels&lt;br /&gt;Hay Dairies&lt;br /&gt;Oral Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, we are already past mid November. Time passes too quickly this year. As quickly as we're losing our youth. Everyone has to grow old. But what if you grow old without living when you're young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seek teenage years that are extremely eventful or fun filled. But i'm not comfortable with how our lives passes day by day without much significance too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-6033078002298299124?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6033078002298299124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/11/storm-after-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/6033078002298299124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/6033078002298299124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/11/storm-after-calm.html' title='The storm after the calm'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TOZtFF-61KI/AAAAAAAAF9s/1eJOmyUvSGw/s72-c/IMG_0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-7115970004898775636</id><published>2010-10-07T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:58:54.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past two days were like emotions on roller coasters. I'll post about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 24th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's been two weeks since i said that. But i guess somethings are just not meant to be said or explained in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder, would life be easier if others don't constantly intrude in, mess things up, and leave without even feeling sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-7115970004898775636?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7115970004898775636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-im-still-here-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/7115970004898775636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/7115970004898775636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-im-still-here-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-7794789681466740626</id><published>2010-09-25T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:37:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're beginning to cross the line, friend</title><content type='html'>It's a day before Promos kick off with GP and Chinese ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;1 comes down to this (putting aside PW and Chinese) and I hope I can promote. It's like, I know I don't deserve to promote with astounding ease but I don't think I deserve to retain either. I'm kinda stuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inbetween&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, best of luck to everyone! Hope everyone can cross this hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about recent stuff after this cursed thing is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TJ608DSg5sI/AAAAAAAAF2E/95q8jaIjYF8/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TJ608DSg5sI/AAAAAAAAF2E/95q8jaIjYF8/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521049136970917570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, something Justin and I chanced along a few days ago :) thankfully I had my camera with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-7794789681466740626?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7794789681466740626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-beginning-to-cross-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/7794789681466740626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/7794789681466740626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-beginning-to-cross-line.html' title='You&apos;re beginning to cross the line, friend'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TJ608DSg5sI/AAAAAAAAF2E/95q8jaIjYF8/s72-c/IMG_0523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-8107063647703893242</id><published>2010-07-13T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:44:32.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He sleeps with a frown</title><content type='html'>Been really busy recently. It's either being bogged down by school work that i'm trying (but constantly failing to catch up with) or by CCA stuffs. Shitloads of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how am i supposed to catch up fast when fatigue creeps up all the time. It's like a goddamn vicious cycle y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll have to write about recent things another time instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, i'll be trying not to break from the bend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-8107063647703893242?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8107063647703893242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-sleeps-with-frown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8107063647703893242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8107063647703893242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-sleeps-with-frown.html' title='He sleeps with a frown'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-3919125973103527788</id><published>2010-06-27T15:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:39:20.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't turn away</title><content type='html'>I think that things are always beautiful at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we take a moment or two to remember and think about how things were when they first started off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll find that things at present could be just as heart-warming as before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-3919125973103527788?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3919125973103527788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-that-things-are-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3919125973103527788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3919125973103527788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-that-things-are-always.html' title='Don&apos;t turn away'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-5607614415963673283</id><published>2010-06-21T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:36:46.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll be so alone without you, maybe you'll be lonesome too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TB-C8gpy6YI/AAAAAAAAFv8/lmjRdptWYSQ/s1600/IMG_9798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TB-C8gpy6YI/AAAAAAAAFv8/lmjRdptWYSQ/s320/IMG_9798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485246847229553026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just came back from Malacca awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Wade's version of You Belong To Me; I must have listened to it at least 10 times in a row already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing at the thought of Campaspire tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-5607614415963673283?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5607614415963673283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-ill-be-so-alone-without-you-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/5607614415963673283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/5607614415963673283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-ill-be-so-alone-without-you-maybe.html' title='And I&apos;ll be so alone without you, maybe you&apos;ll be lonesome too'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TB-C8gpy6YI/AAAAAAAAFv8/lmjRdptWYSQ/s72-c/IMG_9798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-8463714757368650279</id><published>2010-06-20T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:44:25.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet in sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TBzyL3XufPI/AAAAAAAAFv0/g1cGbKg9Evs/s1600/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TBzyL3XufPI/AAAAAAAAFv0/g1cGbKg9Evs/s320/Photo0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484524731886370034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Husky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving for Malacca in a few hours time. Gonna take some time to clear my mind. Too many worries on hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-8463714757368650279?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8463714757368650279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/feet-in-sand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8463714757368650279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8463714757368650279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/feet-in-sand.html' title='Feet in sand'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TBzyL3XufPI/AAAAAAAAFv0/g1cGbKg9Evs/s72-c/Photo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-8397686233193066887</id><published>2010-06-17T21:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:44:07.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Mile</title><content type='html'>Picked out this movie to watch while i was rotting my ass off at home. Kind of an old movie, but one of the best. Do watch it when you've the time, maybe it'll strike a chord or two in you too. Pretty touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/john-coffey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 222px;" src="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/john-coffey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, dude on the right's HUGE. Like mad huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9200000/Circus-Mouse-the-green-mile-9230136-900-599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 221px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9200000/Circus-Mouse-the-green-mile-9230136-900-599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and there was this mouse :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Edgecomb&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you want me to do John? You want me to let you run out of here,  see how far you can get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Coffey&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why would you do such a foolish thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Edgecomb&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why  did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my  job? My job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Coffey&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. I know you hurtin'  and worryin', I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now.  Because I want it over and done. I do. I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein'  on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having  me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or  why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of  all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There's too much of  it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you  understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-8397686233193066887?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8397686233193066887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-mile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8397686233193066887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8397686233193066887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-mile.html' title='The Green Mile'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-8542739313901416635</id><published>2010-06-15T22:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:15:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got a new friend, well I've got homies</title><content type='html'>The Fray's version of Kanye West's Heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings out the emotion in the song, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video's great too. Kinda sad in it's own way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yNU4SmQcHo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yNU4SmQcHo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="288.75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-8542739313901416635?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8542739313901416635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/heartless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8542739313901416635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/8542739313901416635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/heartless.html' title='You&apos;ve got a new friend, well I&apos;ve got homies'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-2497098523030043966</id><published>2010-06-03T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:22:21.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times (of peace)</title><content type='html'>Dog cat chicken and cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Master Chef Gordon Ramsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/features/food/restaurants/blog/gordon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 271px;" src="http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/features/food/restaurants/blog/gordon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, should have known about him earlier. It's almost painful to see him cooking his gorgeous food over my computer screen because I can't eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i need to find nice food to eat soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-2497098523030043966?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2497098523030043966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/times-of-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/2497098523030043966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/2497098523030043966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/06/times-of-peace.html' title='Times (of peace)'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-4366213439138120891</id><published>2010-05-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:26:25.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking around in the crowd of faces</title><content type='html'>Man, the preparation for AGM yesterday was quite the headache. And I wasn't feeling too good the entire day. In a nutshell things were kinda rushed and Mark, Michelle and I had to redo our little performance an hour before the start of it cos mike stands don't exist today. It kinda sucks being infront of everybody when you know you haven't practiced enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, thanks both of them :D we had fun. And the others who helped. Not very fantastic I know, but hope the J2s had their fair share of fun anyway HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-4366213439138120891?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4366213439138120891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/05/looking-around-in-crowd-of-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/4366213439138120891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/4366213439138120891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/05/looking-around-in-crowd-of-faces.html' title='Looking around in the crowd of faces'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898329421645290044.post-3779378748375059986</id><published>2010-05-22T14:45:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:50:39.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Bill?</title><content type='html'>Decided to start a new blog. It's been awhile! Chances are i'm gonna stick to this boring skin. Will edit it along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the midyears just ended yesterday. Like finally. It was a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i wasn't able to study as hard and as much as most people did,  and probably will not do as well. Haha, but totally fine with it. What's done is done and if you feel like you've lost out now, just try to make up for it the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/S_khctVytXI/AAAAAAAAFs8/ubqsyVF6yes/s1600/IMG_9351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/S_khctVytXI/AAAAAAAAFs8/ubqsyVF6yes/s320/IMG_9351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474443599136601458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, it's been ages since i read a decent book. Saw this at Borders yesterday when we went out to eat. I'm not an avid reader but i definitely could use some of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's colourful too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898329421645290044-3779378748375059986?l=recreating-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3779378748375059986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3779378748375059986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898329421645290044/posts/default/3779378748375059986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recreating-reality.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-bill.html' title='Are you Bill?'/><author><name>Ruihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12331411406915969890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/TRQKSjqH62I/AAAAAAAAGC8/7nPv_6YoteI/S220/Li%2BJiang%2B%2528896%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP_qeFzjQ0c/S_khctVytXI/AAAAAAAAFs8/ubqsyVF6yes/s72-c/IMG_9351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
