<?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-425516353197091623</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:15:34.806-07:00</updated><category term='worry'/><category term='new life'/><category term='longchamp'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='expectation'/><category term='out of the box'/><category term='change'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='lookbook'/><category term='BFF'/><category term='Paris Hilton'/><title type='text'>(still) making my own space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-383909522799038429</id><published>2009-08-14T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:24:26.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me  : Should I get a Twitter account?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My brother: What for? You're not famous also...If you want to twit so much, go play with Faceboo status..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;T.T if I ever change my facebook status every 5 minutes, Angelin and Aimee will disown me..So I shan't....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-383909522799038429?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/383909522799038429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=383909522799038429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/383909522799038429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/383909522799038429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-should-i-get-twitter-account-my.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-8876952799554551547</id><published>2009-08-13T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:04:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SoQ5Mo3luqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WjlVLLY7OpY/s1600-h/DSC00931-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SoQ5Mo3luqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WjlVLLY7OpY/s320/DSC00931-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369479545024264866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My ma always say that we cannot compare ourselves with those who are privilege enough to own an iPhone at 15 coz we are of different background. She said it's not good comparing...(but back then in high school when I didn't do well in class, she will compare me with the geniuses) And I know that she's right at some point. Excessive comparing of what you have with others will only make you less thankful with what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But when I read this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://smashpop.net/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I actually wish that I am a popular blogger...Then I can be one of them, enjoying the scenic views of Monte Carlo, sip good champagne and have great food without having to worry about paying my tabs after splurging. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, ma told me not to compare, so I shan't...I start to sound like Forrest Gump...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-8876952799554551547?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/8876952799554551547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=8876952799554551547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/8876952799554551547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/8876952799554551547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-ma-always-say-that-we-cannot-compare.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SoQ5Mo3luqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WjlVLLY7OpY/s72-c/DSC00931-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-5562058803419257528</id><published>2009-07-30T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:18:53.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SnFdgCnhZ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/x3hi5dB0f2c/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SnFdgCnhZ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/x3hi5dB0f2c/s320/DSC00884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364171436214806450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Everytime when my semester break ends, I couldn't help looking back what I have done for the past 2 months. I know. People do that all the time. Even when they are 50, they will start looking back, wondering whether their lives will be better if they marry sexy Penny or Peter the hunk who plays the guitar. People say it's gay to look back and ponder on what you have already done. It's bolder to just go ahead with what lies ahead. You might rip Miranda Kerr off Orlando Bloom and make her your second wife or vice versa...... Delusional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I love my holidays this time around. The previous one made me so eager to start college asap but this one, I hope it lingers. Yea, I enjoyed it. Very much, in fact. I have bounced back from the dark times of my spiritual life, then there's Penang and the other makan-makan trip that I end up oversleeping and right now, I am still waiting for answers on whether I should stay back for the ministries that I have heart on or fly over to Australia for my final year, which had been my dream since I started college. It's funny how things can change overtime and as much as I hate to admit it, those people whom I disapprove of for telling me that things might not turn out to be how we wished or planned are actually right for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am starting to realise that the ability to still dream the same dream so many interventions is as good as flying and all the ones in Heroes. No. I have not given up on my dreams but when things around you change and you are influenced or attracted to different things, your dreams might change too. Before this, I wanted to win all the movie awards available in the industry. Golden Globe, Oscars, Berlin, Cannes, Venice, Sundance..etc. It's an honour and indeed a glory as I believe no one, or not many filmmakers actually have all those awards in their trophy cabinets. But now, all I want to do is just to influence lives..and change them. I want to help young people to get the right perception of life and I want them to know Jesus. I am not into honours anymore, because I think that it is more significant to mankind if you are able to bring change to the society- not just any change but a positive one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My best kawan told me she's concerned that I might not be happy for not chasing my dreams for the sake of others, but she also said that whatever path I choose, I have her support. Thank you, kawan for believing in me...and don't worry. I'll be happy..because I know He will give me the best things and my life, I am living for a purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-5562058803419257528?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/5562058803419257528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=5562058803419257528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5562058803419257528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5562058803419257528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/07/everytime-when-my-semester-break-ends-i.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SnFdgCnhZ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/x3hi5dB0f2c/s72-c/DSC00884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-649611812645072746</id><published>2009-07-28T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:06:04.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I believe when humanity start giving a damn about psychology, counseling and shrinks, the word 'insecurity' had seen the silver lining of its existence in the English dictionary. We all know how insecurity brought about both the type of people we hate and we worship. Insecurities bred defensive punks who can easily start a civil war with you when you step on their tails or people whom you can't get a word of of their mouth because they are too afraid to be judged by what they utter. Another species that insecurities asexually bred is vanity, I believe. And humanity worships the vanity of celebrities who spent millions on the clothes and thousands on their hair and another thousand to cut 10 years off their face. But for annoying people around us who are self-conceited by dolling up and camwhore with their camera phones, we secretly wish to stifle them with our RM10 pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Haha. Insecurities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sm_mcr-F91I/AAAAAAAAANo/caRIMSPUCt4/s1600-h/security.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sm_mcr-F91I/AAAAAAAAANo/caRIMSPUCt4/s320/security.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363759061735438162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But sometimes security isn't the best thing one can hope for. We all like the inevitable, the mould that makes us feel safe, the feeling of steadiness and the guarantee of what we invest in. If we talk about marriage, yea. Women, find someone who can give you security....But yesterday I realised security sometimes limit us from going further. People today would like to find a job that can secure their monthly pay for their BMW installment...and to eat in LaFite...only to realise that they have missed out on what they can achieve by pursuing their dreams and interest. Security had limit me from going to the next level with Him. Security makes us reluctant to let go of something that can hinder us from advancing because it feel so good to hold on to it. Security hold us back from attempting a risk, so that we will not lose out if things fail. In Christianity, worship is to honour and experience the presence of God, but I am so busy trying to fit everything into the mould that I fail to feel His presence around me. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think deep inside, I am afraid to feel unsteady. Maybe that's why I can't let go of certain things in my life. Maybe that's why I still can't swim, because letting go gives you risk of drowning. I really want to let go...I am trying to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-649611812645072746?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/649611812645072746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=649611812645072746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/649611812645072746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/649611812645072746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/07/security.html' title='Security'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sm_mcr-F91I/AAAAAAAAANo/caRIMSPUCt4/s72-c/security.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-4802412835396738850</id><published>2009-07-24T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:59:20.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers for Rojak and Thankfulness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SmmEbpMb5GI/AAAAAAAAANY/sTyzgTvJAtc/s1600-h/DSC00898-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SmmEbpMb5GI/AAAAAAAAANY/sTyzgTvJAtc/s320/DSC00898-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361962441810633826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aimee finally eats...after weeks of studying for her finals...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;They say green tea is good for digestion, but the wonders of it is still a myth to me. Well, it's not that your body will send you an SMS telling you that your digestive system is working really fine or your stomach Twitter you, saying 'Thanks for the green tea...I feel better now..' Maybe I should go for a huge eating row one day and drink a jug of green tea after that. I'll see how long after I'll start pooping my buttocks off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SmmEbWKMD9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0jxzSgzguR8/s1600-h/DSC00896-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SmmEbWKMD9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0jxzSgzguR8/s320/DSC00896-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361962436700934098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You know, happiness comes in small packages sometimes; in a bowl of cendol with pulut and a plate of rojak with extra tofu that you savour with your friends. Laughter will just burst out when you think and talk about how you overslept and the usually oversleeping one is in time and got up much earlier. haha. Or the ecstatic of knowing that you scored well for the last essay you did for last semester. I don't need to compare myself with others to put myself on top of the world, or be with the 'it' group that parties like animals in Singapore Zoo. All I need is just to be thankful that my day turned out well, and I have fun memories to cherish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I ta-pau the rojak...because it was good..and also because I found out that my blood pressure is quite low...need to eat to bring it to 120...Nolah. I'm just greedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-4802412835396738850?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/4802412835396738850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=4802412835396738850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/4802412835396738850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/4802412835396738850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-cheers-for-rojak-and-thankfulness.html' title='Three Cheers for Rojak and Thankfulness..'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SmmEbpMb5GI/AAAAAAAAANY/sTyzgTvJAtc/s72-c/DSC00898-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-2820676553847289178</id><published>2009-07-17T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:51:10.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SmAzfGCOUrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Oj1Z0JEtxvA/s1600-h/DSC00873-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SmAzfGCOUrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Oj1Z0JEtxvA/s320/DSC00873-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359340165859791538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Upon knowing that my unofficial, secret rival of the past got married at this age where we just start to discuss about our future career and how we might not go back for reunion, I can't help but wondering that we are all grown up and receiving such news will be as staple as potatoes to the Europeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She's this girl whom I went to the same high school with whom my mum always compare with when I was in form 1. My mum will told me how she got 7As, got into 1 Bestari (It was the top class back then) and how intelligent she is. Today, when I know that she got married and starting a family at such a young age, I am tempted to feel proud of myself and yell 'You see!!! I am better off now, isn't it!!!!' but I can't. I know that I probably get the opportunity to achieve what I want compared to her, but it's just evil to secretly be proud of yourself and call her a loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Angelin and I spent almost a whole day talking about how when we grow up, people will start measuring us with the societal thermometer of success. Do we have the 6Cs, how much do you earn a month, is the company you work in a listed company and how big is your car? And 7 years from now, there'll be a reunion organised by the kiasu ones, aiming to test whether anyone can top their latest Volvo they just bought by climbing the corporate ladder. Maybe we were thinking too much, but there is always a possibility. Seriously, we are worried that we might not get to earn enough for our living, coz though money's not everything, we still need them to survive. But we are okay to know that we still have hope in our lives though we don't earn as much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In fact, we'll be happy because we know that we have chosen a path not because it provides us a lucrative lifestyle, but something we enjoy doing. So what if we don't get rich by the age 30 for bailing out on direct selling? So what if you people earn RM10,000 a month while we only have RM3,500? Angelin's okay with her old Mini while I am fine with the latest Saga. I guess it's okay with living the life we are happy and comfortable with in different fashions. So, if my unofficial, secret rival is happy with getting married at 21, I wish her all the very best in life and may she has a blissful and blessed marriage life ahead. And when the reunion thing comes true, I'll just play with her kids...or watch a sad movie with Angelin and Aimee through a mp4 or something. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-2820676553847289178?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/2820676553847289178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=2820676553847289178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2820676553847289178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2820676553847289178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/07/upon-knowing-that-your-unofficial.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SmAzfGCOUrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Oj1Z0JEtxvA/s72-c/DSC00873-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-1048824965581894219</id><published>2009-07-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:49:39.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lying, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;How to find my soul a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-6/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative;" id="preLoadWrap0"&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; z-index: 4000; top: -32px; left: -18px; display: none;" id="preLoadLayer0"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/imgs/grey_loader.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Where water is not thirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And bread loaf is not stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I came up with one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I don't believe I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That nobody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Alone, all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nobody, but nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There are some millionaires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-6/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they can't use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Their wives run round like banshees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Their children sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They've got expensive doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To cure their hearts of stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No, nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Alone, all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nobody, but nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now if you listen closely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll tell you what I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Storm clouds are gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The wind is gonna blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The race of man is suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I can hear the moan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Cause nobody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Alone, all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nobody, but nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Can make it out here alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Maya Angelou's 'Alone'. I randomly clicked her name when I was trying to log into my email account. I am far from a noob when it comes to literature but this poem in a way touched my heart. Yea. No matter how strong we are or we want to be, we can never make it out there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-1048824965581894219?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/1048824965581894219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=1048824965581894219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1048824965581894219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1048824965581894219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/07/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-2798045655544033395</id><published>2009-07-06T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:30:44.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir, You Got It All Wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I finally submitted my Malaysian Studies project, and presented on my topic. My lecturer was all praises after I presented, saying that everyone should imitate me and telling the whole class that he gave me 9.8 out of 10 marks for presentation. As flattering as those praises may be, the concoction of feelings in my heart is what makes me uneasy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Honestly, I only spent about a week to do the project and my presentation slides were done like an hour before the presentation...fine, maybe two hours before it but it was totally last minute. He was telling the whole class how much effort I probably have invested on my project as he browse thorough my project, saying that it is probably a two-months work. Deep down, I feel guilty because I really don't deserve those praises. I really wanted to tell him or email him to say that 'take back those praises...I don't deserve them..I did it last minute'. I actually thought that this is one of the worst projects I have ever done, not because of the topic but the fact that I didn't try my best in doing it. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I seriously don't know how to react to this. I was thinking maybe my work stood out because I am classmates with a group of people whose English level are not so good and who don't give a damn about this shit. Maybe if I were to be in the same batch as the Pre-U students, my work will probably be crappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Then again, I am thankful that I have finished it and actually be praised for doing so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-2798045655544033395?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/2798045655544033395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=2798045655544033395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2798045655544033395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2798045655544033395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/07/sir-you-got-it-all-wrong.html' title='Sir, You Got It All Wrong...'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-5896810427683659599</id><published>2009-06-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:11:07.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectation'/><title type='text'>We Think Too Much, Don't We?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Skm4LIyrP0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/CNbYt7phaxI/s1600-h/penang+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Skm4LIyrP0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/CNbYt7phaxI/s320/penang+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353012133584650050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Angelin took this picture. When she make it as a professional photographer one day and organise an exhibition, I'll support her by going there 3 times...even if it's in London or Johannesburg.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Of all the cliches people like to copy and paste into their lifestyle, thinking out of the box is the one people seldom make fun off no matter how overrated it sounds. Hey. Thinking out of the box can catapult you to your dream of owning a condo at Hartamas &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;(It's the Malaysian Orange County coz some producers made a drama like The OC with Hartamas as their backdrop), &lt;/span&gt;driving your dream Ferrari in the streets of KL that somehow make the raging stallions look like a sick donkey and sip those martinis you like at fancy parties where you meet local celebs and get yourself hooked up and possibly, another score!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That, of course, is not the only mould of successful life &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(and I don't want it...except for the condo part though)&lt;/span&gt; but hey, it sure pays to think out of the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Skm5kPYttpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3LFl9FzzrYY/s1600-h/out+of+the+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Skm5kPYttpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3LFl9FzzrYY/s320/out+of+the+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353013664363165330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I realise that we at most times opt to be constrained by human wisdom, human ways of organising and the moulds that we make ourselves for security sake. Even when we choose to be creative, our creativity is within the compounds of the limit our brain can take us to. Even myself, when I expect certain things to occur in my life, I expect them to be how I imagine them to be or how I perceive those matters turn out. But in this world, greater things will happen, even if it is out of our imagination or knowledge of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As smart and intelligent human beings can be, we are still limiting ourselves with the theories on the book, or the ones carved on stones. Miracles happen and there's really no need to explain why and how they happened. Why is there a constant urge to explain every single occurences in the world? So that they can be published in hard covers and be sold at RM299.90 with discounts up to 40% when no one buys it? If it's the cure for cancer and AIDS, by all means. Humanity needs them, but does it matter if the world is created by someone of higher authority instead of a product of Big Bang? We are destroying it anyway, so why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In many cases I have seen how I have failed to bring any significance differences in the ministries I serve in at church and I believe the main reason is because I let my own version of organisation or wonderful works limit what He can do to bring changes. I expect changes to be how I expect them to be bt the truth is, things don't always happen that way. He is not limited to our own imagination and expectation, is He?       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So now I am going to sit back and not worry or fear too much about life. Hey. It's not that by worrying I'll add another day to my life. Knowing that He holds my future, I shall just live everyday the fullest! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(This is also another cliche, right? haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-5896810427683659599?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/5896810427683659599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=5896810427683659599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5896810427683659599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5896810427683659599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/06/angelin-took-this-picture.html' title='We Think Too Much, Don&apos;t We?'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Skm4LIyrP0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/CNbYt7phaxI/s72-c/penang+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-2329960495701979059</id><published>2009-06-25T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:53:48.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Good For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6f2piixI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8EiYcHKeguI/s1600-h/DSC00804-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6f2piixI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8EiYcHKeguI/s320/DSC00804-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351185101166381842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;God gave men choices to decide how they should live their life. Or else we'll be like zombies who automatically offer ourselves to be pastors once we popped out of our mother womb. But, the irony that dwells around this believe is that despite such freedom to choose, we human beings are not capable in doing so many things that many people of the new era wants to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well, it's an inevitable impossibility for us to be asexuals though many would definitely love that. And as much as the idea of 30 hours a day sound extremely perfect for us procrastinators, we know the end is near when such thing happens. And no matter how we hate our memories, we are incapable of erasing them. We can hide them somewhere and live in denial but they are still there dweling in our brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I love this irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6fuH00dI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xG4tTq2FmRU/s1600-h/Eternal_Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6fuH00dI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xG4tTq2FmRU/s320/Eternal_Sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351185098877489618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I just finish watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. People in that movie are so eager to erase their sad memories off their brain so that they can move on and live a new life. Well, there's nothing wrong with that, but for someone who has a mix of both good and nad memories, I think bad memories are as good as ginseng to our body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6gQ4fAuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EjIMfk43v3o/s1600-h/DSC00807-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6gQ4fAuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EjIMfk43v3o/s320/DSC00807-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351185108208386786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As bad as they may be, unhappy memories helped shaped who I am today. Failures and humiliation taught me that life needs those lemons to toughen you up. I would never learn to be careful with my responsibility if I was not scrutinised and interrogated in front of a committee meeting that made me walk off after that in tears. Running up the stage to realise that I ran up too soon to claim the prize that was not mine made me realise that I need to be more careful and to always dig your ears when you have time. And of course, the cliche statement of failures lead to success is not an Ancient myth carved on stones as many people had proved it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6gCr9uSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7kqRIfzQzgw/s1600-h/DSC00803-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6gCr9uSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7kqRIfzQzgw/s320/DSC00803-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351185104397777186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Seriously, there are no memories that I want to erase. The happy ones drive me to live happily everyday, hoping for the best to come. The bad ones remind me that if such things come again, it means it's time to sharpen yourself and adjust whatever is not right in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-2329960495701979059?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/2329960495701979059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=2329960495701979059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2329960495701979059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2329960495701979059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-good-for-you.html' title='It Is Good For You'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkM6f2piixI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8EiYcHKeguI/s72-c/DSC00804-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-1069299099729498226</id><published>2009-06-23T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:40:32.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbO7m8lFI/AAAAAAAAALA/HSFrX9rACVc/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbO7m8lFI/AAAAAAAAALA/HSFrX9rACVc/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350447038137668690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The leaf fell off the tree right after Angelin asked me 'Aren't you taking any pictures?' and when I looked at it, I knew it would be a nice thing to shoot with my camera phone. Such randomness is what make life so interesting sometimes. I hope such randomness comes to me often..or it'll be better if I have the curiousity to seek and capture those wonderful moments. When I was holding Angelin's DSLR at Batu Feringghi last Sunday, I realised that I have no idea what to shoot. I even whined to Angelin 'I don't know what to shoot'. It's a God made plan that I still have not received my dream DSLR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbPfjy_jI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aYzOr6qdSE4/s1600-h/DSC00846-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbPfjy_jI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aYzOr6qdSE4/s320/DSC00846-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350447047788133938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;There are not Godiva, but Aimee. Aimee gave me this box of chocolate called Aimee as my late 21st birthday gift so that I can remember her all the time. Gosh. I think she's secretly in love with me =p....Woman. You are taken...(ahahahahha. Gosh. Muka tembok moment) It's things like this that put a smile on your face, and reminds you to savour every bite of it because your friend probably used his/her lunch money to get you this (Yea, it's too exagerrating but in Aimee's case, skipping lunch is almost becoming a culture..Eat Up, my friend. hehe) Gosh, I just took six like a starved Indian kid. I better slow down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbPJsO87I/AAAAAAAAALI/z7ave_9MM1k/s1600-h/DSC00820-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbPJsO87I/AAAAAAAAALI/z7ave_9MM1k/s320/DSC00820-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350447041917940658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Angelin said I could go to jail for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I miss those days where I innocently go to a place without worries, knowing that my next moments are already planned and all I have to do is just have fun. I tried to get that feeling for this trip actually, because my last Penang trip was almost like that. As much as I like randomness, I am afraid that things will go chaotic and people ended up being unhappy. Maybe I thought about it too much sometimes and let it robbed the joy of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbOWTKghI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nn01hdNsjjg/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbOWTKghI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nn01hdNsjjg/s320/DSC00833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350447028122583570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbOKS2-6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UL0ApYRsHxA/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbOKS2-6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UL0ApYRsHxA/s320/DSC00840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350447024900078498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But I thank God for the scenic views and the moments he gave my anxiety a rest so that I can enjoy my time at the beach. I didn't take many pictures though throughout the trip but with these, I am satisfied. The taste of the cendol, the laksa and the burger that I craved and loved are still vivid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCcAiG2TTI/AAAAAAAAALY/EDUJ7_ExDeQ/s1600-h/DSC00802-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCcAiG2TTI/AAAAAAAAALY/EDUJ7_ExDeQ/s320/DSC00802-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350447890285612338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I sometimes wish such things come in a book or something..or like a litmus paper. Then I can just read about it with my taste buds feedng those wonderful tastes. Or licking those flavours out of a litmus paper and carrying them around so that I can taste tehm whenever I want. But then again, such convenience will make us appreciate such wonders less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-1069299099729498226?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/1069299099729498226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=1069299099729498226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1069299099729498226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1069299099729498226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-trip.html' title='What A Trip'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SkCbO7m8lFI/AAAAAAAAALA/HSFrX9rACVc/s72-c/DSC00822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-8459345654979574316</id><published>2009-06-07T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:09:12.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>No More Of Those 'I'm Not Good Enough' Rubbish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMWmUeQMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p7Msc8OaDTI/s1600-h/DSC00783-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMWmUeQMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p7Msc8OaDTI/s320/DSC00783-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344590071420829890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Top: G2000 (Adik aku punya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tie: My Tie Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trousers: Durban (Very uncle-looking lah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shoes: Obermain man heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*Underwear: Maroon Renoma sports bikini (upon special request. ahahahhahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do I look good enough to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am out to live differently now. The old me used to be very insecure with my big head being so out of proportion to my body, who is still not the model-like one with no thanks to my laziness to work out. I was also very concerned with how people will look and think of me. I don't want to sound desperate, don't want to be deemed 'trying to hard', definitely not the the evil one, or someone who is hypocrite. That is why I always try my best to shape myself to fit how people would want me to be. If I were a Pokemon, I will be like Ditto. That is why I am so afraid to call my friend whom introduced me to work at his place to check out about my next interview coz I was so afraid to sound desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMXEMDi7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/D6nvJvACQ9o/s1600-h/DSC00765-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMXEMDi7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/D6nvJvACQ9o/s320/DSC00765-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344590079438588850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I went to this beach-themed lounge last Friday and it was awesome. The ambience was so soothing, so relaxing. You will really feel like you are at some beach resort and the best part is, this building was an old, Anglo-Saxon-ish house that was pimped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But then again, I realise that such paranoia and insecurities are worthless if the people you try to be are not the ones who cares about you. If I tolerate or be someone else for someone who really treasures your presence, I am totally fine with it because it is worthy to be done so. Because I know they will do the same too sometimes whenever necessary. Also, being like that had stopped me from doing so many other things that I could possibly do but missed them just because of the fear to embarass myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMXQMk1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sKTizyQdzPg/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMXQMk1dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sKTizyQdzPg/s320/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344590082661995986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The cover of the menus are self-made I think. They are all different and they look like the art work we used to do when we were at primary school where we colour leaves with water colours and stamp them on sugar paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I know that I can never please everyone, so I decide to be who I think I should and supposed to be. I know that my fears and insecurities had kept me from loads of opportunities, mso now I will not miss it for the world. So what if I sound desperate? I am just concerned with the job. I want to know what's the result so that I can move on, find other jobs if I'm not accepted. You know I was so afraid what people might think of me till I chose not to do anything and wait. Just wait for someone to do something or make a move so that I can go on with the paths that was picked by others. I really should not live like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMWwy5SII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xgb7_X3EDOE/s1600-h/DSC00768-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMWwy5SII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xgb7_X3EDOE/s320/DSC00768-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344590074232785026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I had a virgin mojito. It was good. I think it's because of the brown sugar they added to it. It looked like some glass filled with water and grass right? Coz they put loads of mint and my camera wasn't good enough to capture it. ahahahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Remember I had this post previously about over-achieving people making us feel inferior? I shall not care about them anymore. I was so disturbed by it till it gave me pressure to do something significant. The thought of being 21 and the world will verbally kill me if I don't achieve anything or act maturely at this age. I forgot what I used to tell myself-that success is self-defined, and the road to success varies. It's funny how something that was supposed to encourage you to dream and go beyond our limits turn out to be burden and pressure that made you fell like a loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMXLiueRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wiXlIS6ZjQQ/s1600-h/DSC00761-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMXLiueRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wiXlIS6ZjQQ/s320/DSC00761-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344590081412725010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I seriously don't want to live like that anymore. I really have to think what matters to me most and what will be good for me and the people I truly love and care. Of course, Him too. And the next time I go to Palate Palette, I will make sure I go with the ones who really treasures me =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;At least we can revisit our beach vacation moments...minus the beach..minus the sea..and minus the fried squids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-8459345654979574316?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/8459345654979574316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=8459345654979574316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/8459345654979574316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/8459345654979574316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-of-those-im-not-good-enough.html' title='No More Of Those &apos;I&apos;m Not Good Enough&apos; Rubbish'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SivMWmUeQMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p7Msc8OaDTI/s72-c/DSC00783-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-7806844310764497728</id><published>2009-06-06T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:04:51.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All These Shall Stop!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;One phone call, some deep thoughts and a blog entry in my best kawan's blog later, I have decided to stop trying my best to please everyone around me anymore. No more thinking about how people will think of me. Now I will just live for myself, for God, for the people who truly cares for me and my hopes and dreams. Tell you all more about it later. And I found out this great hang out spot that we all can go at night when you leng luis come back nanti. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-7806844310764497728?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/7806844310764497728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=7806844310764497728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7806844310764497728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7806844310764497728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-these-shall-stop.html' title='All These Shall Stop!!'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-5571019524562541133</id><published>2009-06-02T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:15:40.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SiTYdrN-0pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/sRyqw8YOXr0/s1600-h/DSC00724-2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SiTYdrN-0pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/sRyqw8YOXr0/s320/DSC00724-2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342633062297424530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Le Lookbook pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Top from Samuel &amp;amp; Kevin (2 for RM59.90. I have another in blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shorts given by my dad's client.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shoes from Bata (I washed it yesterday and it's now green T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have 2 months break but I have no idea what to do with it. Those people from Starbucks have not called me for the second interview. I think it's because I answered Pan Mee instead of Green Tea Soy Latte when thy asked me what's my favourite food. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about making a list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you know me with lists. Make them but never follow them. I thought of going somewhere for another interview again. Or stay at home to read...(tried that last time. FAILED) Maybe I should go pick up a hobby....Pole dancing? Candle-making? Take more lookbook style pictures? Knitting? Scuba diving? Wait. I can't swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I should write a script about a 21 year old trying to make his break productive but failed at the end. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But honestly, I am glad that the break is here. I can finally get the break I wanted. For the past few weeks, I emo-ed everyday because I was so tired of the essays. I had no mood to write my essays, I think I crapped my last 2 essays just to get it done with. I really wanted to stay at home and play computer games for the whole day or buy a lot of DVDs and spend my whole morning watching them. I bought Revolutionary Road and my adik told me that it was good, very dramatic. Maybe I should get to that..or the Twilight DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have all the time in the world but there's this pressure to spend it wisely so that I won't end up doing nothing for my break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I should stop thinking about being productive and just get the rest I need. Just bum around for a while until something comes. Penang trip is coming soon...I just have to earn those cash. Hmm...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-5571019524562541133?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/5571019524562541133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=5571019524562541133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5571019524562541133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5571019524562541133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/06/le-lookbook-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SiTYdrN-0pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/sRyqw8YOXr0/s72-c/DSC00724-2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-1813819539393682608</id><published>2009-05-25T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:09:19.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Yearbooks and Screws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ShrsiiqAMYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5zH607MSVFA/s1600-h/choir+final+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ShrsiiqAMYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5zH607MSVFA/s320/choir+final+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339840386363830658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;People always say that do not dwell in the past. Move on with our life so that we can the world in a broader perspective. Yea, it's true but when you found out that revisiting your memories can make you laugh out loud and chat with your old schoolmates for hours and hours, you know that trip is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I went out with Zheng on Sunday night for mamak and we chatted till 1.00am. In between, we saw Alif and Nazrul and Zheng said Nazrul looks hot now. We went on and on about how we enjoyed our high schools and how colleges can never match those days even when we get to be as liberal as we want to. I remember Zheng used to chase after me in school for calling her 'panties break'. I remember how I would join Aimee during recess as her eyes CT-Scans Adrian and Hong Joo. Then we would laugh about it. I remember I used to buy coconut jelly with Angelin and she said that's the tastiest canteen food. Oh, and Ghani and his reverse-parking-with-one-hand and how we became so surprised when we found out that he's getting married. How Salbiah langgar the pole, how we would gossip about Miss Yap scratching her legs and being bitter over her Singaporean-ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Being 21, I realise that time really flies. June is just a week away and I don't think I did anything productive yet..except for my assignments. My body is no Hugh Jackman's, I still cannot play a proper song with the guitar, I still have not read the books I borrowed from the library that I photocopied..secretly. I jst went fot my job interview but still need to go for a second one with the store manager. Gosh. Who knows when I'm 31, I realised that I haven't cooked my mum's lunch which I was supposed to cook 10 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It's this fear of not accomplishing anything within the next few years that scares me. People told me that I'm still 21 and there are still loads of time for me to do great things. But for some reason, I am afraid. Screw those interviews where they feature young people achieving great heighst. Screw the young entrepreneurs awards. Screw those who earned 1 million dollars at the age of 22. Screw Hannah Montana. You are supposed to be in school, not posing for Vanity Fair. And you Jonas Brothers are no angels! You all force fed inferiority in many people's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Should I buck up? I dunno. Maybe I should.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-1813819539393682608?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/1813819539393682608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=1813819539393682608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1813819539393682608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1813819539393682608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-yearbooks-and-screws.html' title='Of Yearbooks and Screws'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ShrsiiqAMYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5zH607MSVFA/s72-c/choir+final+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-3129977358058346865</id><published>2009-05-19T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:46:04.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did Not Lick The Envelope.. I Swear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ShKVRqW1BPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UMUy-IXdufs/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ShKVRqW1BPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UMUy-IXdufs/s320/DSC00713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337492639047812338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'For the next 5 minutes, I'm going to party like it's on sale for $19.99'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It came late, but it's ok. Air mails are always delayed. Come to think of it, I seldom receive cards specially mailed to me. Aimee sent me one...Angelin's one just arrived...and there were two to three more by some random people...that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So upon receiving your card kan kawan, I was happy. I love the card so much and laughed when I realised it was a musical card. ahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hope to see you soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-3129977358058346865?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/3129977358058346865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=3129977358058346865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/3129977358058346865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/3129977358058346865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-not-lick-envelope-i-swear.html' title='I Did Not Lick The Envelope.. I Swear'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ShKVRqW1BPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UMUy-IXdufs/s72-c/DSC00713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-4433825102292793911</id><published>2009-05-14T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:19:34.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is An Emo Post...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sgw8fI4VB1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WOscQHGTX5I/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sgw8fI4VB1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WOscQHGTX5I/s320/DSC00697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335706164184549202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am trying to catch a breath after two weeks of rushing 2 assignments. I really need an escapism; something to get me entertained before I start to work on 2 more essays that are due next week and the week after. I'm watching Sell Out this Saturday. I hope it'll work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;For some reason, I am getting tired of studying this semester. I am not as optimistic about my grades and essays anymore. I realise I always have mental blocks. I cannot write and argue on my essay like how I used to be, like for some reason my reasoning skills and enthusiasm flew out of the window. Where's the push I used to have? I want them back. I feel lost...I remember I used to feel like that last time but I forgot How I get it through last time. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sgw8eizxBaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3Skde1Ql3dk/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sgw8eizxBaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3Skde1Ql3dk/s320/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335706153964864930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Now I finally realise why some people like to take a break in the middle of their studies to do something else they like, then go back to study again. I perceive it will be good for me to go for a singing contest or travel to a few places before I resume my studies. Nice idea, but I cannot afford to do so T.T Angelin ah. I finally understand how you feel.  Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sgw8e5Cn8bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Zf1JvH0YMfw/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sgw8e5Cn8bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Zf1JvH0YMfw/s320/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335706159932764594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh yea. I saw this at Sunway Pyramid. I assume it's the tattoo artist punya kereta. Which one, I dunno. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-4433825102292793911?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/4433825102292793911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=4433825102292793911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/4433825102292793911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/4433825102292793911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-emo-postagain.html' title='This Is An Emo Post...Again'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sgw8fI4VB1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WOscQHGTX5I/s72-c/DSC00697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-283409815175537398</id><published>2009-05-12T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:32:17.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Insert Any Snow Patrol's Sad Song-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Just when I think I know what to write for my essay, I realised that I have nothing in my mind. Done with it now but VERY unsure with what I wrote. It's really God's grace if I ever get a C for this subject. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Often life is like that. Just when you know what to do, you are clueless about it when you really need to do it. You think day and night about it,  and days later you still have no courage to get it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I need to man up a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-283409815175537398?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/283409815175537398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=283409815175537398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/283409815175537398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/283409815175537398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/05/insert-any-snow-patrols-sad-song.html' title='-Insert Any Snow Patrol&apos;s Sad Song-'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-7304589417124141061</id><published>2009-05-08T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:43:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know Ethan Wong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SgRRd3z8D-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FQRxjOWbX6k/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SgRRd3z8D-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FQRxjOWbX6k/s320/DSC00656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333477432353361890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who would Ethan rather do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A. Drew Barrymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B. Anne Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C. Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What do you think he will work as if being a film director fails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A. Stripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B. Ice-cream seller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C. Opens a goldfish shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do you think Ethan's fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A. Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B. No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C. What's fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do you think this quiz is ridiculous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A. Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B. Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C. HELL YA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SgRReTbShDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BUJ6I0ON7dE/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SgRReTbShDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BUJ6I0ON7dE/s320/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333477439766168626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you are busy body enough to go through your friends' activities in Facebook, you will see people making quizes about themselves and how well people know them. If you get all correct kan, this means you really know them kah? I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maybe I'm anti-social or something or I'm the weirdo who still loves BSB in the age where Jonas Brothers had stole the hearts of teenage girls and ate them. But what's with the fascination of making a quiz about yourself? I thought looking into the mirror and camwhoring is vain but this is vain kuasa 10. Sigh. Are we in the stage where we have so much time to make such quizes? If ada masa kan, go bela a cat or orang utan! Ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Imagine one day kan got such quiz. Which 'WY' are you? The polite WY (this is fictional)? The tight pants WY? The sexually active WY? The religious WY?(This is also fictional)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you know who WY is, I belanja Kit Kat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SgRReZiZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/cNGyi1tAkbQ/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SgRReZiZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/cNGyi1tAkbQ/s320/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333477441406628850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh yea. My new resolution I made on my birthday is never to be late again. Aimee knows. I am always late, so I will try not to be. And I wished to resemble Jude Law 100%...or Daniel Henney. Ahahahahhahaha. Then I can pick up ladies! ahahahhaha. Joking lah....but if that happens, I don't mind. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-7304589417124141061?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/7304589417124141061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=7304589417124141061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7304589417124141061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7304589417124141061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-well-do-you-know-ethan-wong.html' title='How Well Do You Know Ethan Wong'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SgRRd3z8D-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FQRxjOWbX6k/s72-c/DSC00656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-7758561808580514978</id><published>2009-05-01T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:37:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfreMvF0p2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/yajxDliiaJI/s1600-h/me+and+hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfreMvF0p2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/yajxDliiaJI/s320/me+and+hannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330817419327088482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This year, I want to do something crazy, but I don't know what. Should I go watch a horror film for the first time after 12 years? I dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sigh. Wish you all were here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-7758561808580514978?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/7758561808580514978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=7758561808580514978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7758561808580514978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7758561808580514978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-21.html' title='The Big 21'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfreMvF0p2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/yajxDliiaJI/s72-c/me+and+hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-8357459604631532412</id><published>2009-04-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:45:49.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menari Aje!! Dadadudu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Remember Yi Hui kept telling us that Lady Gaga is Italian when we hang out back then? haha. This is her real name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfniTxJHGMI/AAAAAAAAAII/fW4Y3Ifift4/s1600-h/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfniTxJHGMI/AAAAAAAAAII/fW4Y3Ifift4/s320/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330540463206635714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Saudara and saudari semua..inilah Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, the Italian girl Yi Hui been obsessing with nowadays. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Where's the Gaga in her name, I dunno. Imagine me being an elctro pop singer one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfnjWEOAflI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xZbetJbLv-g/s1600-h/DSCF9708-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfnjWEOAflI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xZbetJbLv-g/s320/DSCF9708-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330541602198814290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sir WeeWee!! Or Sir YiYi..Sir PinPin....ahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He told me one joke about her..How do you wake Lady Gaga up when she's sleeping?......Poke-her-face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;??????!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-8357459604631532412?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/8357459604631532412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=8357459604631532412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/8357459604631532412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/8357459604631532412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/04/menari-aje-dadadudu.html' title='Menari Aje!! Dadadudu'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfniTxJHGMI/AAAAAAAAAII/fW4Y3Ifift4/s72-c/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-7989669719112408642</id><published>2009-04-29T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:19:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Watch This Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfhuuFdSZSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sB1xHdH738k/s1600-h/sell_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfhuuFdSZSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sB1xHdH738k/s320/sell_out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330131897011037474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I like watching random movies sometimes. I remember years ago when I randomly watched Chicken Rice War, I loved it and still am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfhuuVrIPII/AAAAAAAAAIA/P7hGfcamx-E/s1600-h/sell_out2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfhuuVrIPII/AAAAAAAAAIA/P7hGfcamx-E/s320/sell_out2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330131901364059266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This movie is called Sell Out. A Malaysian comedy and it won an award at last year's Venice Film Festival. Seriously, why do good Malaysian films often delayed it's screening. Normally we'll be the last ones to watch it after the whole world had done talking about it. Censorship board really that busy kah? Then why do movies about love affairs near photocopy machines and cholesterol-driven love stories released so soon leh. Are we Malaysians that naive to be fully influenced by movies kah? Don't we have brains? Sigh. And are we supposed to fall in love over a cup of fresh orange? Are they trying to tell us that? Sigh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Btw, the director is new in the business. Hmm..How I wish I could be like that one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-7989669719112408642?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/7989669719112408642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=7989669719112408642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7989669719112408642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7989669719112408642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-watch-this-film.html' title='I Want To Watch This Film'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfhuuFdSZSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sB1xHdH738k/s72-c/sell_out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-1469006700447299618</id><published>2009-04-26T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:54:09.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Hilton'/><title type='text'>I Need a New BFF...Do I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Imagine one day when people start posting up videos on Youtube or even produce their own TV shows about finding their new BFF, you know Armageddon is just around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfQSYWtSmnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/whJVhCc9eCo/s1600-h/paris_hiltons_my_new_bff-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfQSYWtSmnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/whJVhCc9eCo/s320/paris_hiltons_my_new_bff-show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328904468707842674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The newest installment of pop culture tells us that best friends are no longer diamonds in the middle of the sea. You can just randomly pick up rocks from the streets, scrub them into shape and paint them with glossy, million-dollar paint to make it equivalent to jewels. Paris Hilton just ended a TV show called My New BFF where she go around casting girls or people who think they are girls to be her new BFF. Hey. What happened to Nicole Richie? She's not cool anymore after giving birth to Harlow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Aimee and I once discussed that Paris is actually a smart skank playing the Bimbo blonde card to make millions. Maybe she just want to break into the TV industry, diversifying her influence in a new arena but what is she trying to tell all of us? Can we just find our best friends by having them compete with one another, put on fake masks and act like a drama queen? Even this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfQSYWIkqQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/D3sGXAvMgUo/s1600-h/onch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfQSYWIkqQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/D3sGXAvMgUo/s320/onch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328904468553836802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Don't be deceived by the looks. She looks like a girl but she is a boy. His/her name is Onch. Nah. She didn't win. Some girl named Brittany won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfQSYsPabtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LJgVN0xyxI4/s1600-h/friendsTV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfQSYsPabtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LJgVN0xyxI4/s320/friendsTV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328904474488106706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Why am I so kay poh about people's business? Well, I just don't think it's the right thing to tell people. You cannot get a BFF from a TV show. Not even a celebrity. I thought you only name a person your BFF when he/she was there to cry with you when you are sad, jump around with you when you are ecstatic, comment nothing about matters you are trying to avoid or encourage you to face them when he/she thinks you need to. Someone who's constantly thinking whether they have done enough to be your friend. Someone who is OK with your weaknesses and pardon your habits..maybe sometimes confront you about your bad ones. That's what best friend is right? Am I right? Or is Paris right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Have we come to the brink of civilisation where we are alright about buying happiness, finding love and friendship through the media and suing parents for the little things they have failed to do? Will my children in future just need to browse through the TV catalogue when they want to get married or fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I dunno...&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/425516353197091623-1469006700447299618?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/1469006700447299618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=1469006700447299618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1469006700447299618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1469006700447299618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-new-bffdo-i.html' title='I Need a New BFF...Do I?'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SfQSYWtSmnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/whJVhCc9eCo/s72-c/paris_hiltons_my_new_bff-show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-3373521105815138786</id><published>2009-04-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:02:26.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Sometimes Ironic, is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se6BLcTpReI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YfYmO7nqAxc/s1600-h/choir+pic+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se6BLcTpReI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YfYmO7nqAxc/s320/choir+pic+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327337442803008994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning my adik (the huge one lah..not THAT one) told me that it is ironic for a person like me to question the Australians and criticise their culture and societal practices while I'm taking an Australian degree programme. Then I told him that life is sometimes an irony and there's no definite answer to every single aspect in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How this argument started? Well, I told him that LV is in the same company as Moet and Chandon, one of the world's most famous champagne. Then he went on with his whole 'Champagne is not a champagne if it's not Champagne' theory and feeling irritated, I told him that the French surrendered in almost every war they went to (got that from The Nanny =p) and the French has this insane obsession over their authenticity and their inventions. He then became defensive about the French and told me that if I am taking a programme of a different culture, we have to accept, love and respect their culture. It's only that or you don't take the programme at all, or else I am contradicting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know the argument was pretty unnecessary and we are okay now. We quarel but we will be  friends again after an hour or so. Thats what I love about our brotherhood. But I just want him to understand that in life, not everything is like maths where the answer is definite most of the time. (The irony here is that he's not even good in maths) Sometimes in life, we make contradicting decisions because circumstances make us do so. Seriously, if our Malaysian universities and colleges are in par with the ones in the Ivy Leagues, who would give a damn about going to Australia, UK and the US for their education? And if our country provides us with the sufficient room for professionals and experts to practice their fields of expert, who would want to find opportunities to migrate somewhere where the pasture is greener?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se6BK4-MpjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-Oqg-cmnXbY/s1600-h/saya+anak+malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se6BK4-MpjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-Oqg-cmnXbY/s320/saya+anak+malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327337433317811762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea. It might sound superficial for getting an overseas degree so that you can get better job opportunities in future. Life is not all about a good career and money. But sometimes the society teaches us like that; to be alert and prepare and equip yourself to adapt into a different environment, make yourself available for various opportunities so that you will not end up begging for food. Yea, that's why we spend tens of thousands extra to get an ang-moh degree, but that does not mean I must suck up to them. I would like to critically think about life sometimes to find the meaning of what I'm doing but does not mean I am not respecting or I am contradicting what I have chosen to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have told him that. It sounded like I'm trying to stuff things into him that's not matching his personality, but then again, I just want him to understand. Well, it's amazing how LV and Moet &amp;amp; Chandon brought about such a fiery conversation. No wonder they worth thousands. Sigh&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/425516353197091623-3373521105815138786?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/3373521105815138786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=3373521105815138786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/3373521105815138786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/3373521105815138786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-sometimes-ironic-is-it.html' title='Life is Sometimes Ironic, is it?'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se6BLcTpReI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YfYmO7nqAxc/s72-c/choir+pic+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-7037797347285005156</id><published>2009-04-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:05:27.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Age Gracefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se32EUC0WeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rjsx_k8GF24/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se32EUC0WeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rjsx_k8GF24/s320/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327184488209603042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I used to hear the elders and the middle-age in my church proclaiming that their inner youth triumphs over their physical age. 'I may be 52 but deep inside, I'm 2.5..i mean 25". Living in denial? Maybe, but that drove them to do marvelous things sometimes we young people think we are too tired for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se3tvKFytRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uKhcczgKey8/s1600-h/old-people-sex1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se3tvKFytRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uKhcczgKey8/s320/old-people-sex1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175328667448594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;No! Not this...well, maybe but that's not my point. I sometimes get upset over young people whinning about being tired and 'too old' for certain things. They would casually say 'This is your time to shine. Our days are over. We are old, you are young. Go ahead' while they are only 30. Is this insane? You are barely balding! And your freaking hormones are still raging..I believe. And they will go on about how tiring is their job and how they have no enthusiasm over things after so much of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;At 30, some young people are out there achieving great measures, creating social networking sites like Facebook and try to make Google a big player on the world wide web. In other churches, young people are constantly reinventing music for worships and activities for young people but for some people I know, all they want to do is just have a good-old 9 hours of sleep. I know work sucks all the energy out of you but isn't there room for some activities young people like to enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se3tvEUv3BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kCRsj9K14V0/s1600-h/indian_youth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se3tvEUv3BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kCRsj9K14V0/s320/indian_youth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175327119563794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I dunno. Go paragliding, skydiving, jump like the indian men above (insert Aimee's yelling), go produce a short film on Starbucks or something. Do something outrageous in life for a change. We don't get to be 30 forever. You are only 19 and 29 once! You know, it is tough to get some of my friends to do radical things without hearing them whine. Sigh. Is youth an overrated term now? Is youth a fictional character in Disney cartoons? (Well, come to think of it, Cinderella doesn't age. She looks the same in Cinderella 1,2 and 3. What's wrong with these people?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When I enter my 30s, I really hope I can still do crazy things without whining. Seriously. Ask me out to bungee jump and I'll say 'Let's Go!'. &lt;/span&gt;&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/425516353197091623-7037797347285005156?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/7037797347285005156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=7037797347285005156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7037797347285005156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7037797347285005156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-age-gracefully.html' title='I Want to Age Gracefully'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Se32EUC0WeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rjsx_k8GF24/s72-c/DSC00249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-6585592120912545961</id><published>2009-04-18T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:21:10.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening At The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqOzpoX8_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7-uaYciIq5k/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqOzpoX8_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7-uaYciIq5k/s320/DSC00644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326226527318701042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You know how good my brother is when it comes to pestering. He can use from puppy eyes to provocative words to get you into a mood you never thought you would put yourself into. He managed to get me jogging (by teasing my laziness in achieving my resolution of self-makeover) and for some reason, O bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Getting to the park with my camera phone (which is undergoing surgery now in phone ICU for keypad-related illness) made me realise how the settings can make a picture look a few times nicer. People can just randomly pick a lousy place for a photoshoot, change the settings of the camera and viola, you look as if you are shooting at the plains in United Kingdom while you are just in Ulu Kelang. We've been duped! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqOz3g8_5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/4MGzsGFiVpU/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqOz3g8_5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/4MGzsGFiVpU/s320/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326226531045670802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Anyway, jogging was alright...Yi Hui went missing after 2 rounds and I assumed he met someone hot and made out in the plains somewhere. He told me he went some other place to jog but I still stick to my assumption. haha. But it was painful at the end. I pushed myself......erm while jogging too much till my leg muscles hurt like mad. T.T I walked like grandma Yetta for a day I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqO0HwmvzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AkIWy8I0OK0/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqO0HwmvzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AkIWy8I0OK0/s320/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326226535406288690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You know, after my kawans and I met the other day for lunch, I told myself that I want to be a charming person with substance. (not the drugs ah!) I realised that many things in life that I did not put my full effort in doing them. Like the guitar, I only practice when I remember to, I only work out when I am encouraged to but gave up after a few weeks. I always thought of reading more books but I don't take the effort to drive to Book Xcess and get some. I always want to learn how to dress better but take no effort in reading about fashion and got tryout clothes to check out my right fit and size. I have ranted about this a million times but I am still in the same pedestal I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqO0ZMJ_zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/L41HZmAGua0/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqO0ZMJ_zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/L41HZmAGua0/s320/DSC00635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326226540085247794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I do hope that jogging will be my first step. Yea, it's pretty painful towards the end but I believe it worths. I dunno but when it comes to the age of 21, I feel like I must do something to make myself accomplished, knowing that people are expecting us to be grown-up and capable in doing everything right. Maybe my motivation is wrong, I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7yrDBumM9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7yrDBumM9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh yea. This is the video of my last year's competition. If you watch till the end you can see Angelin's back. hehe. Enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-6585592120912545961?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/6585592120912545961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=6585592120912545961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/6585592120912545961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/6585592120912545961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/04/evening-at-park.html' title='Evening At The Park'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SeqOzpoX8_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7-uaYciIq5k/s72-c/DSC00644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-4465142148762921830</id><published>2009-04-04T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:26:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SdcLZTEzYqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YhPD5szXXqk/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SdcLZTEzYqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YhPD5szXXqk/s320/DSC00601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320734014006583970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I should start working out again. I've stopped after being caught up with assignments. And for some reason, my flu and phlegm stayed for three week. I really don't know why. Am I going to die, Aimee? If yes, I will leave you my phone...and the SLK...wait, that's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I sometimes wish determination is something we can jab into our system. Though I am not fond the syringe, I still like that feeling compared to looking at my flabby abs and my just-about-to-grow-bigger-than-a-house-rat biceps looking like an overfed hamster. It's not that I'm vain or conceited or superficial but (I've said this a gazillion times) I want to nice body but I'm just eother too lazy or too tired to get one. I always thought that I can achieve this if I join some fitness club or something but if I'm too lazy, what's the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am satisfied with my look, don't worry. I am just blur..and blank. I don't feel like doing anything nowadays. If you let me spend 1 whole week at home watching the Nanny and play The Sims 2, I am fine with that. Maybe I should sports. I dunno. Oh yea, if determination comes in jabs, tell me. Then I can go get a vaccine for my laziness. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-4465142148762921830?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/4465142148762921830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=4465142148762921830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/4465142148762921830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/4465142148762921830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-should-start-working-out-again.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SdcLZTEzYqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YhPD5szXXqk/s72-c/DSC00601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-6054379767637277199</id><published>2009-03-27T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:14:21.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Fine. Maybe not old school, but I find The Nanny very amusing and insanely funny. There isn't an episode where I won't laugh out loud. I wonder why I didn't notice this show when I was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wZJz9p6YLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wZJz9p6YLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I've been watching this so much till I stay up late for my assignments. Gosh. I still have loads to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-6054379767637277199?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/6054379767637277199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=6054379767637277199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/6054379767637277199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/6054379767637277199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-school-humour.html' title='Old School Humour'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-2717154688963876326</id><published>2009-03-21T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:43:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_Vwn7lcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oEzSF71UBhI/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_Vwn7lcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oEzSF71UBhI/s320/DSC00537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315583840754570690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I finally understand why so many uncles and aunties love to karaoke during weddings (Yes. Our ears will normally yell in pain and even go on a riot if we choose to endure the off-pitch serenades) I know Aimee will yell 'the hell' if I say this but, karaoke is really fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_U9HUjKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LC8Kn_O_C7c/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_U9HUjKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LC8Kn_O_C7c/s320/DSC00542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315583826927586466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yea. I actually abandoned Aimee and her friend last two weeks for 4 hours of karaoke when she wants to give her family, friends, secret boyfriend(s) and Beethoven a surprise. When you are locked in a room with 15 people and a huge karaoke machine in front of you, and when you are told that the walls are sound proof, you have all the reason in the world to expose the William Hung in you. No one cares whether you are croaking like a toad. We'll just laugh about it at the end of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_Vl7pw0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/nsBrB4FNQAY/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_Vl7pw0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/nsBrB4FNQAY/s320/DSC00517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315583837884498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I realise that many times in life, I care too much about what people think about me. I care too much whether I am named a weirdo by my peers. I care too much about what people will tell me when I sing off pitch. And because of these, I fail to perform my best in every single thing I do. I became more and more nervous about every single detail of my life and I begin to lose grip on what I used to be good at. Or I became better in one area only to realise that I forgot my passion and the simplest rule of the matter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_V7JmkuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WQ52e-VQeVs/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_V7JmkuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WQ52e-VQeVs/s320/DSC00573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315583843580154594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;To make things worse, I start to feel lonely too. Though I just chatted with my close kawans, I still miss them. And though I tried to make new friends, I still feel lonely. I just cannot find the connection. It turns out that body-building buddy and me having nothing else to talk about after that one long converstaion we had in the cafeteria. Sigh. Maybe it's just me. I feel blank nowadays. It's like my brain refuse to think anything or feel anything. I feel like a walking robot with flesh glued on me sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;To Angelin and Aimee: Are you sure we should move in together when we start working? I think I'm becoming more clingy as I age..or more annoying, I dunno. T.T &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/425516353197091623-2717154688963876326?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/2717154688963876326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=2717154688963876326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2717154688963876326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2717154688963876326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-understand-why-so-many-uncles.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/ScS_Vwn7lcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oEzSF71UBhI/s72-c/DSC00537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-3392786585400609273</id><published>2009-03-13T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:49:39.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sbo1qGgK4GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cDlC7-cikIE/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sbo1qGgK4GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cDlC7-cikIE/s320/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312617707853242466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Human beings are funny creatures. As strong or stern they are, little things can trigger and melt his heart. Flushing away all sadness and sometimes, little and insignificant things carry an enormous amount meaning to a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Be it a self-made card from afar (I call it the haute-couture card to match the sender's love for ANTM) or the 'leng chai' greeting via MSN, they made my day today and I can at least temporarily put aside my worries for a while for tonight's activity in church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sbo1p6z5LRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L-6-uXFvXJA/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sbo1p6z5LRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L-6-uXFvXJA/s320/DSC00389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312617704714743058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;What am I worrying about? I have to come up with a television programme proposal for my 1500-word assignment. I am choosing either to propose a melodrama about TV production and the drama and chaos behind the prouction of a programme or a variety programme incorporating the latest youth cultures.  The former is an adaptation of a Korean drama but it does fit the most important part of the assignment (to produce a programme that will make people think and learn something from it) while the latter is a fresh idea but does not really fit the thinking part. Sigh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-3392786585400609273?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/3392786585400609273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=3392786585400609273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/3392786585400609273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/3392786585400609273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/03/human-beings-are-funny-creatures.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/Sbo1qGgK4GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cDlC7-cikIE/s72-c/DSC00569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-6556460613894890403</id><published>2009-03-06T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:44:06.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Follow You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SbEtcpABkdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dGv_gFZl4_E/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SbEtcpABkdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dGv_gFZl4_E/s320/DSC00462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310075405712069074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think even Plato brought an amount of Socrates' influence when he proposed his philosophies. Well, he was his mentor anyway. Many rock bands today, no matter how assertive they are in convincing their fans that they are original, draw most of their inspiration from rock legends like Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stone, Queen and even The Beatles. Today, when we choose what music we like and shape our personality, do we have the universal right to call ourselves original? Do we get to murder those who call us copy cats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not pissed, and certainly not judging those who constantly trying to prove themselves that they are different, original and like what ordinary people shun. Just makes me wonder whether they know the fact they are, in a way influenced by people. Just that their idols are not part of the pop culture but that doesn't mean their worship is original. Does it matter if we are crazy over what most people love? What benefits do we really get by liking different stuff? Aren't we supposed to like what we love or have passion on deep inside? What is different in today's society anyway? Aren't we continuously re-defining the norms and believes? Even Christianity today is pretty different that the 60's except for the teachings in the Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SbEtdNK1PqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TkyT7pBKbO8/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SbEtdNK1PqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TkyT7pBKbO8/s320/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310075415421075106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What we like today will never be the same 20 years later. Who knows in 50 years time, High School Musical will be placed in the Classic section in bookstores along with Nancy Drew, Shakespeare and Jane Austen. Things change. Trends come and go. Skinny jeans were trendy decades ago just similar to the hype of it today. Mailboy caps are common in the 30's and it's back now. We are actually recycling trends and believes. Many business strategies and theories today are influenced by Sun Tzi's The Art of War and those practiced by the Jewish in the olden days. (Like it or not, studies show that they are smarter people than most races). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for me, I just want to follow whatever that really captivates my heart. I am religious, so basically my believes and mindsets are deeply influenced by religion. But I also believe that religion is not a constraint for us to live in today's society. I think people should just like what they like and what they think it's right for them. No point trying so hard to be different, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SbEtcV9KVuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/v0EZ4HzbWxM/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SbEtcV9KVuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/v0EZ4HzbWxM/s320/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310075400599787234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe this is original, I dunno. But I works no matter how many people say they copy from the random flashers in US.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &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/425516353197091623-6556460613894890403?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/6556460613894890403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=6556460613894890403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/6556460613894890403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/6556460613894890403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-follow-you.html' title='I Will Follow You...'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SbEtcpABkdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dGv_gFZl4_E/s72-c/DSC00462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-7858853337170291549</id><published>2009-03-02T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:34:01.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SayL7BQOetI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Byr0Nc_szw/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SayL7BQOetI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Byr0Nc_szw/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308771906828008146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I saw a rainbow a two weeks ago and to test what kind of human beings I am, I asked myself what I feel deep inside when I witness such beautiful array of colours. Indeed rainbow is a marvel when we were young. My science teacher back in primary school will ask us to run out of the classroom to gaze upon it whenever it appears after rain. But as our hormones start to rage and coming to the end of puberty (or self-defined puberty) we start to view it in gazillion ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The rainbow I saw gave me hope- better days are going to come to me though we are all under the whole recession paranoia and those moments when I feel that not good enough or losing my grips on the expertise I used to be proud of. Yes. I might be too sentimental or emotional over a product of refraction (or is it some other light-related processes? I dunno) but I can't help it. It's just me, I guess. Ever so emotional and some people did told me that men who are emotional are pretty unstable. Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SayL7QubizI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I7BXURu1QhU/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SayL7QubizI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I7BXURu1QhU/s320/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308771910981225266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I want to write songs again. I haven't been writing any since 2007. Tried to write a few but they are incomplete, with no thanks to writers block. I want to write an R&amp;amp;B style worship song. I already have fragments of the melody, now just waiting for me to remember them, get the words done and find someone to write them down for me.....But I have no inspiration. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I don't know why but nowadays I have worries and sadness I myself cannot define or explain. I just know that I am sad and anxious over matters but I have no idea what are they. I tried to be jovial but I feel the happiness I exert has a chain holding it back; like a Labrador Retriever chained to a hook. All I can tell myself is that happier days will come. Maybe I should start watching comedy or anything that will make me happy. Or do random stuf like ordering a Starbucks in Coffee Bean or something. ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SayL7BvitPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Wr67Fhr-HF4/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SayL7BvitPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Wr67Fhr-HF4/s320/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308771906959357170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Btw, I say this in 1U. It seems that nowadays killing zombies is part of the P.E syllabus. Oh. Our nation will be safe from zombie attacks and outbreaks. ahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-7858853337170291549?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/7858853337170291549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=7858853337170291549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7858853337170291549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/7858853337170291549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-saw-rainbow-two-weeks-ago-and-to-test.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SayL7BQOetI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_Byr0Nc_szw/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-2809043144292194613</id><published>2009-02-27T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:40:16.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire and Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's amazing how we can be easily inspired and the same time, be easily influenced. Reading a book that throws us either propaganda shits or anarchy rubbish, watching a colourful movie, constantly soaked by the type of music your brother likes but you despise or the simple act of gazing at random shananigans people get into. We get insights that open up the boundaries we are trapped in, or either be angry at ourselves why we let such monstrosity invade our pseudo-perfect life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SaeyxlqyiTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zdtgpJQDB9w/s1600-h/makhmal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307407250874337586" style="WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SaeyxlqyiTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zdtgpJQDB9w/s320/makhmal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I watched this Iranian documentary called Salaam Cinema just now in class and my puny mind was inspired...or at least educated. Documentaries are not the typical ones we see on Nat Geo and Discovery Channel and I got to realise how the circumstances in Iran had shaped the different perceptions towards life and cinema in Iran.  My brother soaked me into tonnes of Lady Gaga nowadays and I am beginning to save 2 songs (AHHH!!!!!!) in my cellphone. Gosh. We'll never know what we will turn into the next minute, seriously. We might turn into zombies, but then again, Angelin won't be happy, and she will start using her survival kits. ahahahahah. joking lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But this great friend reminded me that we do change, but as long as we don't start judging others who are not in par with us, it's okay because we were probably in those shoes back then.  Seriously, after going through different experiences in life, I believe we will somehow forget what we initially told ourselves to become. Situations do change us most of the time. But I think just as long as I remember who I used to be and not become someone people despise, I think I will be okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I think I won't be crazy over Lady Gaga, taht's for sure. If I start to be fanatic, you guys can shoot me. Ahahahahahhaha. No, I'm not kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-2809043144292194613?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/2809043144292194613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=2809043144292194613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2809043144292194613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2809043144292194613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspire-and-influence.html' title='Inspire and Influence'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SaeyxlqyiTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zdtgpJQDB9w/s72-c/makhmal3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-5480401189580306193</id><published>2009-02-19T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:28:53.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today I felt a mild version of the feelings I felt when my sister moved out. For some reason, I felt lonely despite chatting with my college mate in the cafeteria earlier ago. Knowing that for the next few months life will be quite different gave me that feeling I think. I really don't like that, but that was the feeling that kick started my whole journey of growing up and breaking free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I was told that I have to stand up by myself now. I cannot expect the people around me to lift me up all the time. I am 21 now and life just get started. I forsee tough challenges and more complicated circumstances ahead of me that will make me cry even more. Hey. Who says life is easy right? I'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Btw Aimee. Angelin and I finaly can explain why people like to use 'it's complicated' for their facebook status. You'll be surprised where we got our inspiration from. haha. Tell you some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-5480401189580306193?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/5480401189580306193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=5480401189580306193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5480401189580306193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5480401189580306193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-felt-mild-version-of-feelings-i.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-6834004481895860094</id><published>2009-01-21T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:54:34.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Something New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SXfasJmxMVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V9T4Nww5JNI/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SXfasJmxMVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V9T4Nww5JNI/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293940339024933202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Spending two whole months at home gives you 'gifts' I tell you. Either you start picking up things you swear you won't or put you in deep thoughts about your life, that's what the Australians give you during breaks when you take their programmes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lately, a few of my friends told me that I am more silent nowadays. I used to be more talkative, talking about everything under the sun. But nowadays for some reason I find it hard to start conversations. I find it hard to even open my mouth. Is this what happens to those who spend too much time sitting at home in front of the computer? Or am I in need of new insights, fresher views to rejuvenate the dried me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's not that I am not thankful with what I have now. I am. Occasionally I will ask for something more, but I do appreciate every little thing that works around me. I just want to know what's up with me. Will going for a trip bring me back to my old, bubbly self? Hey, or am I trying to act more macho to woo girls? I seriously dunno weh. But something tells me I need a new breeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Go watch a movie? I did. Go hang out with your friends? I always do. Go pick up a new skill? Picking up the guitar now....Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aimee. When you balik, lets go for ice-skating and then watch a movie after that. Angelin said ok, but she's trying to make me watch horror movie. T.T ahahahahha. And/or lets go for picnic in a new park or something..or check out whether taman bukit jalil finish renovating already or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-6834004481895860094?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/6834004481895860094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=6834004481895860094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/6834004481895860094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/6834004481895860094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-something-new.html' title='I Need Something New...'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SXfasJmxMVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V9T4Nww5JNI/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-3639567751747785995</id><published>2009-01-12T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:06:45.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Me If I Am Not The Old Yi Pin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SWswcxlxXZI/AAAAAAAAADw/zto3sIIxvW4/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SWswcxlxXZI/AAAAAAAAADw/zto3sIIxvW4/s320/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290375458183011730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friction of a metal blade against an ice surface, dozens of skaters with various skills and the sight of children practicing figure skating. I was fascinated by this sight when I waited for my adik in Sunway Pyramid. I remember when I was young, I can only awe at figure skaters and those who ice-skate for leisure. Knowing that my parents who couldn't afford to send me to swimming class, figure skating will be deemed an extreme luxury if I ever mention it to my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This might sound superficial but it's true. I really do hope that I was raised in wealth. Then dreams will never have limits and awe will be something people use on us and not vice versa. If I were to be like Richie Rich, getting into shape will not be a struggle to me. Clothes will not be something I have to think twice about when I buy them and whatever I want to pick up will never be hindered by limited fundings. I probably know how to play the piano and have attended years of vocal training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The again, I am not resentful towards the fact that I have plastics spoons instead of silver ones. Growing up in an average working class family taught me values I probably won't learn if I were to be rich. It taught me how valuable it is to have hope for my future and how I should work hard to achieve them or I might end up being a sane Beethoven roaming around Seri Petaling asking for food. I probably might not have what I own today if I were a rich boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SWswdOwpXzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/__evcOHr1z4/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SWswdOwpXzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/__evcOHr1z4/s320/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290375466013253426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is a very special subject. It's interesting to see how different moulds can give different faces of it. You might ask whether am I being ungrateful or am I running towards superficial indulgences? No. I am not. Just the occasion moments where I portray myself in different areas of life. I am curious how my life will turn out in the next 3, 5 and 10 years. Will I like what I do? Will I be happy? Will I condemn myself for pursuing my dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am curious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-3639567751747785995?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/3639567751747785995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=3639567751747785995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/3639567751747785995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/3639567751747785995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/01/shoot-me-if-i-am-not-old-yi-pin.html' title='Shoot Me If I Am Not The Old Yi Pin'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SWswcxlxXZI/AAAAAAAAADw/zto3sIIxvW4/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-1688509938063809911</id><published>2009-01-11T07:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:21:45.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was tagged by Angelin..a very long time ago. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are also known as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pink- So What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am I that rebellious kah? Ahahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your funeral song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;John Mayer- Clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmmm.... Yea. You people should worry that much when I die. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What you think of the world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kangta-Where the Dream Take You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Awww.....So fairy tale-y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How you're feeling today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bee Gees- Tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had a good day today wor..Yi Hui lah the one with tragedy. He had allergy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The song that will be stuck in your head for weeks on end:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anggun- Mimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your significant other sings this to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;John  Mayer- Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok. I'll say what I need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your theme song at your funeral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shayne Ward- That's My Goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I'm here to win your heart and soul. That's my goal..." Hah? At my funeral? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You should create this song title as a screen name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shayne Ward - No Promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You would get on your knees and sing this to your best friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shayne Ward- Breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it okay to sing cheesy love songs to your best friend?....I think it's okay. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The result of your breakup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;John Mayer- Waiting On The World To Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wah. So  positive way to look at it kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How to resolve a fight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coldplay-Viva La Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The song is about a  once mighty person becoming powerless woh. What are you trying to tell me, O Limewire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;On your first date, this would be playing in the background:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sheryl Crow and Sting-Always On Your Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Does this mean I'll be having a sweet first date. (Wait curiously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Get down to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Avril Lavigne- Complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Huh?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Headbang to this tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Leona Lewis- Better In Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Susah lah! Headbang artistically like a ballerina kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Song of escape:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Celine Dion and Bee Gees-Immortality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is this a good sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uh oh, you failed an assignment. This song pops into your head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bryan Adams- Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My mum will kill me if she finds this out. ahahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Picture this song as an opera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Carrie Underwood- Before He Cheats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yea. I can picture it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Or rather, this one as a hardcore metal screamo song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kris Dayanti-Mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wah. This must be a hardcore love. Think Fred Durst singing this to Siti Nurhaliza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What happens when you find true love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman- Time to Say Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;T.T So kesian meh? But...But I thought I'll be having a sweet first date? Nooooo...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-1688509938063809911?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/1688509938063809911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=1688509938063809911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1688509938063809911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/1688509938063809911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-tagged-by-angelin.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-546836554364470767</id><published>2008-12-30T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:01:45.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnoS81R0UI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zi-98Vkj9nI/s1600-h/ikea8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnoS81R0UI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zi-98Vkj9nI/s320/ikea8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285511049960870210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My church pastor, or any living creature who had studied a course called Theology would ask us all to reflect our year and count our blessings as we approached the end of one amazing/disappointing/tragic year. I would say my year is rocky but ironically I have nothing to write about. But after seeing what my kawan Angelin being thankful in almost every single detail that made her 2008, I think there are things for me to be thankful about this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am glad that I made it to Uni. Though I'm studying it in a college, but I'm glad I get to pursue what I always wanted to do. I am thankful for the doubts that came about in my 2008, because they taught me that in life if we keeping walking around and manipulated by our doubts, we will get nowhere. My sis told me that in life our perfect plans will not trun out to be what they are. They will be sometimes the opposite of what we desired, but whatever served to you at that time, just eat it. But do not let go what you are dreaming for. That's what she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Speaking about my sis, I am thankful that she's there. Though she moved out now, I am thankful that during that sad moments of her leaving, I know I am slowly growing up. And get to know that I was too emotionally dependent on her that only by her leaving that I can really stand up on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnrmiVIp_I/AAAAAAAAADo/q5U-ZVIvDIc/s1600-h/ikea4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnrmiVIp_I/AAAAAAAAADo/q5U-ZVIvDIc/s320/ikea4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514684978997234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And my 2008 is nothing without the constant sassy-skanky 3 outings that gave me happy memories to think about when I feel sad. Kawan-kawan, I sometimes wonder what will happen to us when we lost contact. Will we be this happy? Will we find other mates who are willing to reenact every possible pictures or sculpture we see? Will we find friends who are willing to tolerate our constant want for outdoor picnicking? Our views on clubbing? And our out-of-this-world choice of friendly outings? You both are the best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnrmisVrwI/AAAAAAAAADg/IvoHXLRPmu0/s1600-h/perhentian3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnrmisVrwI/AAAAAAAAADg/IvoHXLRPmu0/s320/perhentian3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514685076320002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The island getaway. Yes, I still want to go back to Perhentian. And try snorkelling again. I gave up on one trip so this this time I will not. I will not fear drowning anymore and will take beach cliches pictures with Angelin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnoSl9NpxI/AAAAAAAAADA/VtW1IAQ5jmY/s1600-h/dinner6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnoSl9NpxI/AAAAAAAAADA/VtW1IAQ5jmY/s320/dinner6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285511043820136210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And coming to realise that I do look good when I really dress up and be a little particular about my appearance. My mum was right actually. I remember how she always nag about me not keeping a great outlook when I told her I don't look that good. hehe. And yea, I am thankful I did not constipate in 2008.....I think. Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnoSSZpV_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Us8Sb8p--4k/s1600-h/dinner5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnoSSZpV_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Us8Sb8p--4k/s320/dinner5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285511038570682354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;People say 2009 will be tough because of the whole recession fever. I think I will control my spendings, and try my best to keep my tuition job. But I will keep my heads up and continue working on resolutions I have not achieved. Like getting my body tonned. Yea. It's still quite flabby. and yes, picking up the guitar. For real, coz next year I will be attending guitar class...starting this coming saturday. If I get to attend a vocal class, that will be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay. I should be content, I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-546836554364470767?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/546836554364470767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=546836554364470767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/546836554364470767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/546836554364470767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-church-pastor-or-any-living-creature.html' title='Reflection...'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVnoS81R0UI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zi-98Vkj9nI/s72-c/ikea8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-5285654907716347511</id><published>2008-12-27T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:04:33.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZkGzlKmiI/AAAAAAAAACY/Dz2yjosqErg/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZkGzlKmiI/AAAAAAAAACY/Dz2yjosqErg/s320/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521280853940770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A simple word 'dinner' might be just food for most people, but for us, it's a discovery. Just like how Newton discovered gravity when an apple fell on his head (there's this joke that says if Newton were to be a Malaysian, the fruit will be durian), we discovered our new attributes after having too much cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjYrULF3I/AAAAAAAAABo/IEKhceQXfHM/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjYrULF3I/AAAAAAAAABo/IEKhceQXfHM/s320/DSC00243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284520488361203570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Our hidden passion for High School Musical though we lambasted them teruk terul whenever we talk about the mindless tween craze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjZ40Z6jI/AAAAAAAAACA/DLvE0nqpC9o/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjZ40Z6jI/AAAAAAAAACA/DLvE0nqpC9o/s320/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284520509165922866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Our first step to parenthood...Tak payah watch Snoop Dog's Father Hood on E! dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjarIzD3I/AAAAAAAAACI/kjwCdGeAPuA/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjarIzD3I/AAAAAAAAACI/kjwCdGeAPuA/s320/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284520522673229682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZpqDU5T_I/AAAAAAAAACw/_UrgZQgbVzM/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZpqDU5T_I/AAAAAAAAACw/_UrgZQgbVzM/s320/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284527383934226418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Our potential in becoming a boy/girl band. Hahahaha. Harapan industri muzik tempatan semakin cerah. Syabas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZppHfwdAI/AAAAAAAAACo/fI9MM5tk8cY/s1600-h/dinner7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZppHfwdAI/AAAAAAAAACo/fI9MM5tk8cY/s320/dinner7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284527367873655810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Our almost-similar views when we think of wing yew. Ahahahhahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZkGuYP96I/AAAAAAAAACQ/b4y_TahRvRE/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZkGuYP96I/AAAAAAAAACQ/b4y_TahRvRE/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521279457589154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;How acessories can trigger our animalistic side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjZVRCftI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kFaDedfcbok/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjZVRCftI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kFaDedfcbok/s320/DSC00229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284520499622346450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If Santa ever have kids, they will look like the one above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjYz9AG8I/AAAAAAAAABw/o_lXHTYWrbc/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZjYz9AG8I/AAAAAAAAABw/o_lXHTYWrbc/s320/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284520490679933890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And the fact that I really like taking emo pictures. Dunno why. Must seek help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZkHS_PY5I/AAAAAAAAACg/B8p52vx3-5s/s1600-h/cape+no.+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZkHS_PY5I/AAAAAAAAACg/B8p52vx3-5s/s320/cape+no.+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521289284805522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh. I finally get to watch Cape No.7. They said it is the best Taiwanese film ever made in a long time, and definitely it is. Love every part of the movie. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-5285654907716347511?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/5285654907716347511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=5285654907716347511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5285654907716347511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/5285654907716347511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-times.html' title='Happy Times'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SVZkGzlKmiI/AAAAAAAAACY/Dz2yjosqErg/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-2271843363650283261</id><published>2008-12-18T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:17:52.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Just Ordinary People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUsv0RLkXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RRsL0aBuheg/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUsv0RLkXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RRsL0aBuheg/s320/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281367563033665154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know what's the joy of meeting old friends? You can actually catch up with the changes of your old friends' life. Inevitably gossips about their personal life will sprout like our standard 4 science project (where we put a few green beans on wet cotton and wait for it to grow into tauge) You will either be marveled, shocked or disappointed by the way your old friends morphed into a totally different person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Promiscuous sex machines, switched sexual orientation or preference, bizarre makeovers or disgusting ideologies about mankind. All these seem normal to me now. Maybe it's because many people around me are dropping into one of the categories here. Or maybe this is the real society my dad has been warning me about. People changed. Drastically, while me and a few of my closest mates are still here wondering why we are still the same or at least not much difference. Most of the time we are thankful that we are still who we are before, and enjoy the news of others' metamorphosis while sipping imaginary mojitos. (Most of the time it's Coke, Coke Light and orange juice lah. haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUsv0_xqH-I/AAAAAAAAABY/vfn7SN3CxLM/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUsv0_xqH-I/AAAAAAAAABY/vfn7SN3CxLM/s320/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281367575541456866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not a self-proclaimed saint or 'jebus', so I am not going to judge them. Even I myself have rough edges too. How they are now is probably because of the route they chose to blend into their college or uni life. And I am blessed enough to have Him and the people around me now to make me realise that the Yi Pin today is as special and as precious as the rarest gems in the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUsv0_2C0lI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZHd7EWkMT38/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUsv0_2C0lI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZHd7EWkMT38/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281367575559852626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my kawan-kawan; let's just celebrate Christmas to the fullest this year. Let's just freeze time, put aside whatever challenges we have to face that will make us emo and enjoy the time we have together. So that in future when we have trouble times, we still have this piece of wonderful memory to look back and smile again. To anticipate for our next reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-2271843363650283261?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/2271843363650283261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=2271843363650283261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2271843363650283261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2271843363650283261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-just-ordinary-people.html' title='We&apos;re Just Ordinary People...'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUsv0RLkXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RRsL0aBuheg/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-9142847044745251505</id><published>2008-12-15T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:02:06.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha. Ths is Little Britain USA. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ebastian is the new Prime Minister. ahahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqDYRlQfkWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/425516353197091623-9142847044745251505?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/9142847044745251505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=9142847044745251505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/9142847044745251505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/9142847044745251505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-2349060505572489415</id><published>2008-12-14T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:05:21.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3NdJujtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JTUzxsZy2rU/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3NdJujtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JTUzxsZy2rU/s320/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279897948697562834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love festivities, especially Christmas and Chinese New Year. I love the decorations in malls where you really feel the whole aura of the festivals. Not forgetting the fact that these festivals are the times where I get my new clothes that I will wear for the rest of the year. Hahaha. Well, I do get one or two in the middle of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3N7O17wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rh3-FR597Z0/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3N7O17wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rh3-FR597Z0/s320/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279897956772081410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's the whole spirit of getting together and giving that touches my heart every Christmas. I remember how I used to spend a few days in church just to prepare for the Christmas celebration for my youth fellowship. We will work all day, have lunch together, shop for the necessities together and joked and talked while we work. Though they are the people I meet every week, but the fact that we spent time more than we used to together gives me the joy. The joy is similar to the one I have when I am on a holiday with my kawan-kawan. Ah..Christmas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3OCEyvGI/AAAAAAAAABA/bjEOI5rWNdw/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3OCEyvGI/AAAAAAAAABA/bjEOI5rWNdw/s320/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279897958608976994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't think my adik will bake cheesecake (or figure out how to make cheese with padi in space...ahahahahhahah) So I am aiming for something simpler. Kimchi stew or tofu stew with bean paste will be great. Though Christmas is warm here but having them will be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3OR_zGPI/AAAAAAAAABI/dBc3ob-kBLI/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3OR_zGPI/AAAAAAAAABI/dBc3ob-kBLI/s320/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279897962882996466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And yea...new clothes. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-2349060505572489415?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/2349060505572489415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=2349060505572489415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2349060505572489415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/2349060505572489415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-festivities-especially-christmas.html' title='Christmas...!!'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/SUX3NdJujtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JTUzxsZy2rU/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425516353197091623.post-291515757803379082</id><published>2008-12-05T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:21:22.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longchamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>How Fast Can You Run?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkFBwVSmyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NvbABJjXb1E/s1600-h/longchamp2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkFBwVSmyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NvbABJjXb1E/s320/longchamp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276253966153456418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes. How fast can you run with something you want so much but have no money/chances to buy one? Angelin and I were discussing how to steal the Longchamp poster above from the store in The Gardens. Hahaha. One of us will have to keep the door open while the other pull the poster off. We chose not to do so after much thinking. Maybe we'll do it when Aimee comes back. She can distract the salesperson. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah. Christmas season. Seeing the Christmas lights and christmas decorations will be warming. I have so many wishes for this year's Christmas. Hehe. I got my new handphone dah, so I should be thankful. Now I must get my adik to learn how to make cheesecake....and jadi belia negara yang berguna by baking one for me. ahahahahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425516353197091623-291515757803379082?l=thisistalethan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/feeds/291515757803379082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=425516353197091623&amp;postID=291515757803379082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/291515757803379082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/425516353197091623/posts/default/291515757803379082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisistalethan.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-fast-can-you-run.html' title='How Fast Can You Run?'/><author><name>斌斌有理</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15383405151842346953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkOb1Qe7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JxiUcF4AAaM/S220/DSCF9778-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cvoWj12afs/STkFBwVSmyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NvbABJjXb1E/s72-c/longchamp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
