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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 15:41:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Simplicity</title><description>It's the simple things left unnoticed which makes life amazingly real...</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/irax" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="blogspot/irax" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-6940200338173848881</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-29T15:01:55.377+08:00</atom:updated><title>Interlude</title><description>Maybe I need to learn how to not care.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I need to learn how to be brave. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I need to learn how to make myself happy first. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I need to learn how to look into the future for what's right for me, and not otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I need to learn how to take care of myself, and not get into any trouble at the wrong times. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I need to learn how to play the field, and be good for who I am. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I need to learn how to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I need to...&lt;br /&gt;
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GROW UP. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-6940200338173848881?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2011/11/interlude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-2883170790105462059</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T12:14:36.058+08:00</atom:updated><title>My new blogger app!</title><description>Just got the blogger app on my phone. A bit too late to do that, but better than never. &lt;br /&gt;
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I guess even if I finally wanna blog about something, it'll be easier now. &lt;br /&gt;
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Let's hope that is so. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-2883170790105462059?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-got-blogger-app-on-my-phone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-4875438277157906762</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T22:14:11.869+08:00</atom:updated><title>Breathe the fresh air</title><description>Another hectic semester.&lt;br /&gt;
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An experience that broke me down into tears and heart-wrenching pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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A time of doubts, questions and hypotheses. &lt;br /&gt;
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A reality of broken dreams and impossible hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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A new life to live.&lt;br /&gt;
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A dream to fulfill, a passion to excel.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short: I'm human. Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wWGqmp2J1g/ThxWATh-_MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/S0B1B5Go4fg/s1600/1245224623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wWGqmp2J1g/ThxWATh-_MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/S0B1B5Go4fg/s320/1245224623.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-4875438277157906762?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2011/07/breathe-fresh-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wWGqmp2J1g/ThxWATh-_MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/S0B1B5Go4fg/s72-c/1245224623.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-1023161966367464727</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-24T22:41:35.645+08:00</atom:updated><title>Is that the finish line?</title><description>Finally... A bReAtHeR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breath of fresh air is all I need right now. So much on my mind, so much going on, so much that I needs to be attended to.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_-Z9RHZEY4/TbQ1S768vII/AAAAAAAAAMo/PDiKpMgF3Pc/s1600/sigh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_-Z9RHZEY4/TbQ1S768vII/AAAAAAAAAMo/PDiKpMgF3Pc/s200/sigh.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it definitely was stressful and tiring!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Now, I've just got to patch up fragments of myself, iron myself neat and tidy, fuel myself to the brim - and I guess I'll be good to go. =D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, there are definitely quite a lot of good things that 
came my way since my last post here. There isn't much need for me to 
state all of them here.. But let's just say, they've helped me to grow 
indefinitely, for the better.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's really nice to have something to hold on to, in spite of all the 
downturns that you've gone through, to cheer yourself up and remind 
yourself that no matter how bad your life is, there is bound to be 
something on this (&lt;i&gt;insert negative adjective here&lt;/i&gt;) earth that 
matters to you. May it be something or someone you care about. May it be
 a circumstance that made you happy. Or may it be something that you 
love to do. &lt;br /&gt;
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For sure, I've kinda hit jackpot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQHhWk64cJg/TbQ1TI6WzdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0GwWRy8VdSY/s1600/win-the-jackpot.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQHhWk64cJg/TbQ1TI6WzdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0GwWRy8VdSY/s200/win-the-jackpot.png" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;With lots of hard work and determination, together with cheers of encouragement from crowd and the cheerleaders, this should mean a victorious finish, hands held high.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a547_moOfNM/TbQ1SXLvicI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5-vKRbpoHHQ/s1600/finish-line.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a547_moOfNM/TbQ1SXLvicI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5-vKRbpoHHQ/s320/finish-line.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great way of expressing victory and freedom. [&lt;i&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://bowjamesbow.ca/2009/08/18/how-to-write-a-1.shtml%20"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-1023161966367464727?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-that-finish-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_-Z9RHZEY4/TbQ1S768vII/AAAAAAAAAMo/PDiKpMgF3Pc/s72-c/sigh.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-1701887241756973425</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 07:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-31T15:37:11.110+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Year of the Wabbit</title><description>Chinese New Year, again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool angle. Don't play play. =P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
That will only mean one thing. I'm growing older. Another year older. (Of course I already know this when the new year came, but you know how things go with the Chinese birth calculations. *rolls eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;
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I was just reading my &lt;a href="http://vincentchoo19.blogspot.com/2011/01/chinese-new-year-mood-on.html"&gt;friend's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and it reminded me of how much I dread this time of year. The 2 hour (or so) ride to my mother's hometown, practically no access to technology called "Internet" and its counterparts, increased heatwave during the time of the year... What else have I not mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TUZiOw2MWiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HbPqu695MHc/s1600/DSC00710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TUZiOw2MWiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HbPqu695MHc/s320/DSC00710.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But thinking back of the times when I wasn't around with them, this is merely nothing. It's really the time for the family to reunite. The warmth of familiar smiling faces, the pure joys of hearing their laughter, the delights of spending time together at the round table - were the things that I never had for three years.&lt;br /&gt;
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I should leave aside the fact that there will be no internet for 2 days. I shall put away my fear of the heat. I will endure the long journey back to decivilization.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TUZibkoZKvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9tEaAlicjEE/s1600/DSC00711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TUZibkoZKvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9tEaAlicjEE/s320/DSC00711.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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[It's just 2 days. It has been raining like mad these past few days. Obviously I can't change the time it takes to travel. What else is there to be worried about?]&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: Wow.. It was just 3 posts ago that I wrote about the Tiger Year? You've gotta be kidding me...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-1701887241756973425?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-of-wabbit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TUZiCXmtDjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O262a8T3wDY/s72-c/DSC00708.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-475453165619061192</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-19T21:42:40.321+08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy (not really) 2011!</title><description>It really has been a while, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TTbkg-Pka5I/AAAAAAAAAME/CdZKOhBOIPs/s1600/mom_clock_ticking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TTbkg-Pka5I/AAAAAAAAAME/CdZKOhBOIPs/s200/mom_clock_ticking.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I know... I've been pestered to write SOMETHING, even though I've got nothing to write about, let alone not even have the time to write. But conscience tells me I shouldn't leave my blog untouched. It just so happens that I suddenly have the urge to write.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I make it a point not to purge my feelings and not to pour my heart out here. So I'll do it my way, like I've always been doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Note: It's getting irritating to type here. So long of not writing any posts, so much has changed in Blogger. This stupid window doesn't allow me to press Enter to get to the next line. Instead, I just experimented, the arrow keys bring me to the next line. Nonsensical.]&lt;br /&gt;
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You know, the Earth has changed in so many ways. Just the other day, knowing me, the one who doesn't listen to news and read the papers, my friends informed me that the overall temperature will rise by 4 degrees Celsius. Imagine how hot it'll get. And, I heard on the radio that they even found a new horoscope, Ophiuchus, the serpent holder.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TTbodaW7gbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/K3yAalkJ_Ts/s1600/Ophiuchus-zodiac-signs-for-2011-photo_credit-love-astrology-website.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TTbodaW7gbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/K3yAalkJ_Ts/s1600/Ophiuchus-zodiac-signs-for-2011-photo_credit-love-astrology-website.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ophiuchus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Note: Ooohh... I finally can type using the Enter button. Yay!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
As I was saying, the Earth is changing in unthinkable ways. And so is my life. And I blame it on the new Zodiac.&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch out, Ophiucians (however you spell that). I'm blaming you. You ruined my life. In. So. Many. Ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TTbp0DjCT_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Wp9k1lLc9qg/s1600/crying-baby-257x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/TTbp0DjCT_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Wp9k1lLc9qg/s200/crying-baby-257x300.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A friend and I decided to join this &lt;a href="http://smtasingapore.com/main.php?c=evn&amp;amp;m=display&amp;amp;eid=42"&gt;piano festival thing&lt;/a&gt; since April, and have been working quite hard on a duet piece. After some pushing, and toiling, and some highs and lows, we managed to confirm our flights and details in time for the event.&lt;br /&gt;
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Initially, I told myself that I should be in Singapore to attend the festival, and there's all to the whole trip. Who knew. Singapore is having their Mid-year Sales. School's off for the week (or so I know since I came here). So many attractions to see, so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Furthermore, Tower Records is obsolete in Kuala Lumpur, and most likely the whole of Malaysia. The only place that offers original classical CD recordings is Rock Corner. And the selection. Pft. Hence a trip to HMV is a must when I get to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;
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And when we got here for the festival, the organizers, Music Essential (a music shop), is having a big-ass sale for their score collections. Definitely what you can't find in Malaysia, and by that I mean, the city I grew up in, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, instead of spending time at the Yong Siew Toh Conservatory (NUS), I ended up spending time at Orchard Road, food stores and concerts other than the festival's; and spending money on CDs, scores and food.&lt;br /&gt;
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CDs - S$ 93&lt;br /&gt;
Scores - S$ 237 (over a span of 10 books)&lt;br /&gt;
A pair of Esprit jeans - S$ 40&lt;br /&gt;
A shopping spree of a lifetime - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;priceless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, and one more thing. The hard work I mentioned before did pay off. Our duet was one of the 76 participants who got a &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt; ('twas second to best: first was &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Platinum&lt;/span&gt;) award for our performance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hooray for us!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Note: Writing this at the airport at 5.50 in the morning without any decent sleep, waiting for the flight, which stupidly was re-timed (rescheduled) from 6.25am to 8am. What a waste of my precious time when I could have just stayed in my room to sleep till early morning and rushed over to the airport. Woe is me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-9188759570842721512?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-down-to-land-under.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-704762965157212693</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-16T13:55:33.567+08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy (stinking) "Chinese" New Year!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/S3ozAIrOf1I/AAAAAAAAALE/AYhRoPkYgFM/s1600-h/chinese-year-of-the-tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/S3ozAIrOf1I/AAAAAAAAALE/AYhRoPkYgFM/s320/chinese-year-of-the-tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438715577425100626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is the year of the tiger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't it ironic? Life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to clear off controversies just from the title alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's "stinking" because instead of having fun of the festivities, all I get is boredom and  time-wasting from all the holidays we get. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's "Chinese" because, frankly, it's not really Chinese. To be precise, it's the new lunar calendar year. So why do we call it "Chinese"? That's just plain racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So anyway, I've been bored my pants off. That's the consequence of going off, away from civilisation, and away from technology and my hobbies. It's just sad. Now, seeing that most of my friends are not around YET from their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt;-ing, I'm still having the "time of my life" (ie, even if I'm back in civilisation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 years of not spending the new year around with my family, I initially got really excited about it. The thought of having really good food, being around family and relatives, fireworks and firecrackers popping everywhere, and not to forget, red packets (the best part of the new year XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the new year mood has totally declined, seeing that there isn't much decorations around town, not much hype going on, the city is still the same colour (so to say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, I didn't get as many red packets as I used to when I was a young lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAH, Humbug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-704762965157212693?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-stinking-chinese-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/S3ozAIrOf1I/AAAAAAAAALE/AYhRoPkYgFM/s72-c/chinese-year-of-the-tiger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-6458781315385608503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T12:14:15.387+08:00</atom:updated><title>TNB... a company full of SH*T.</title><description>The people from TNB just dropped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got influenced by the following &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;Youtube &lt;/a&gt;video I watched a few days ago, which was posted on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/alex.cke"&gt;my Facebook page&lt;/a&gt; then. Gave me a really bad impression of them since then. It's just my luck to see them come in my house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAHQGvFqcSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAHQGvFqcSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... They said they needed to check out electric meter, to see whether it is working efficiently or not. I don't doubt that it is their duty. I would understand that if I were an electricity company CEO or Manager, I'd be concern at why the figures just don't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is absolutely WRONG to charge in our premises without letting us know beforehand, tell us that they need to check our meter, and have to change our meter due to inefficiency. OH, did I mention they let us see a LETTER 'written' by TNB themselves, stating that "there will be checks performed by our technicians during 1st Nov to 30th Nov".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you don't show that letter to us WHEN you come, but BEFORE you idiots (I'm trying to refrain from using the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABI&lt;/span&gt;) come in and perform the checks ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bunch of I-D-I-O-T-S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-6458781315385608503?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/11/tnb-company-full-of-sht.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-8872781507519982412</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 08:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T17:30:35.930+08:00</atom:updated><title>Such is life.</title><description>Don't you just hate it when you get all the inspiration in one day to write a post, but when you get back, everything just disappears? Or because you're so exhausted from a day's work, and you just can't find time to write about it, and so whatever you wanted to write about just evaporates from your fried mind instantly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was going to a far far far far place to have seafood for dinner. Throughout the journey, I had to be bored to death listening to alien Chinese songs on the radio which I definitely had no absolute control over. (Such is life.) Thinking about other things wasn't an option as well, as it will leave me stranded rock bottom again. So I decided to just start chatting over mobile text with a friend. And listening to those few grown ups talking about almost everything under the sun - and gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaElbm5EYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZHm7XW9rZ6A/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaElbm5EYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZHm7XW9rZ6A/s320/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401650581678395778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nice and refreshing after a long ride on a boring highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, after dinner, it was time to walk along the 'shore' of the... delta? Had no idea which part of that town we were in. All I know I saw many ships, private jets, yachts,  water, and land over the other side. (Very helpful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many other places in Malaysia, it just so happens that they decided to not switch on streetlamps yesterday night. So, I had to resort to using the largely unreliable flash on my phone camera. I zoomed in to take some nice lights in the distance on some water vehicles, and this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaElssnkJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/l0AGVDtnafg/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaElssnkJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/l0AGVDtnafg/s320/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401650586265817234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not bad for some unreliable camera phone, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, on the other end of the river (ah, maybe it IS a river), more nice lights were seen. Now, with my 'twilight landscape' mode on, I decided to play around with the lights. You know how slow the phone is when you switch that mode on right? I was trying to get LINES of light, but this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaIsLxO78I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1nTXo4w0fwg/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaIsLxO78I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1nTXo4w0fwg/s200/DSC00217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401655095732400066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaIscEIguI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NA4w6-PGHmk/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaIscEIguI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NA4w6-PGHmk/s200/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401655100106638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaItF7KNkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xIS8dSzBELQ/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaItF7KNkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xIS8dSzBELQ/s200/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401655111343289922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In order of photo-taking. After so much movements, not much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I gave up after that last shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I took the picture of a pillar with the "shore's" initials, with my "reliable" flash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaOw_DV0yI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DVsa0bZkhVs/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaOw_DV0yI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DVsa0bZkhVs/s320/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401661775287800610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This has ought to give away where I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who guessed where I was right, then he or she shall win... My deepest, heart-felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-8872781507519982412?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/11/such-is-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SvaElbm5EYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZHm7XW9rZ6A/s72-c/DSC00214.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-1983596608658009436</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T22:54:30.286+08:00</atom:updated><title>A new beginning, a new dawn</title><description>I woke up with my left foot on the wrong side of the bed. (Note: The only way to get out of my bed is my right side.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I overcame my problems, and I felt so much better after a while later. I'm am forever grateful for fate that I'm studying music in a little place called UCSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away from the my study building, I realised I tooked the wrong turn, and I was forced to take the uphill steep road back to my comfortable homely car (more like an economical route that I calculated in my head). Upon reaching the top, this was what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sumlywk26SI/AAAAAAAAAJk/F3no5mK8hP8/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sumlywk26SI/AAAAAAAAAJk/F3no5mK8hP8/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398027919831787810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SumlzMisBmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IoVh7G2kEkg/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SumlzMisBmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IoVh7G2kEkg/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398027927338878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sumlzlwa5dI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DQ7u9tRUk1U/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sumlzlwa5dI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DQ7u9tRUk1U/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398027934107362770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so alive. It was, yes, disappointing to be seeing things like that, and in your head, you'd be thinking like, "Why is our school situated next to a pile of rocks, and not beautiful green hills and lovely sunset skies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is... At that moment, as I inhaled a breath of hilltop air, I felt so relieved. It felt as though it was a sunrise, instead of a sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Words simply just can't describe the feeling I had (or in other words, I'm having a slight vocab-block).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a new life. I want to be someone I used to be. Someone who was strong, focused, and alert. I want to free myself from all the miseries I've had, all the pain I've been inflicted on, and all the damn spams in my inbox... BEGONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-1983596608658009436?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-beginning-new-dawn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sumlywk26SI/AAAAAAAAAJk/F3no5mK8hP8/s72-c/DSC00195.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-6566581631470241637</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T10:46:51.105+08:00</atom:updated><title>The end of the beginning</title><description>It's the end of my first semester, and I have already tired myself out, immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SuZdmn73e2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iSKMD-H2k5o/s1600-h/tired_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SuZdmn73e2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iSKMD-H2k5o/s320/tired_bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397104121586613090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the feeling I've been looking for, since I came back. It felt as though I never felt tired, I never used up my full energy within, and haven't fully utilised my mind power at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found it, thank goodness I'm still in one piece, considering all the things I've gone through lately, all the things that are happening around me, all the things that I have to think about - it's just tiring and exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's also funny how I can contradict myself in just one sentence. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for me to look for a job. Come on, two months of idleness? No thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-6566581631470241637?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SuZdmn73e2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iSKMD-H2k5o/s72-c/tired_bear.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-4579926054641599582</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T20:25:45.231+08:00</atom:updated><title>Piracy (of the DVD-sorts)</title><description>I was strolling down the Saturday night market near my house, and I saw something that amazed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest. We, as Malaysians, are accustomed to see lots of pirated DVD stalls being set up in night markets, even though they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be operating under the law. But all of us need to make a living, right? It's still business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point: not only do they sell movies that are not even on screen in Malaysia; of course, there's the usual type where only MEN will browse through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you got it. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pornography&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's usually the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old uncles&lt;/span&gt; whom you'll see there, searching through every single title available, checking whether any of them would suit their taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is refreshing to see a handsome, young lad today instead in one of the stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL HUH???? Wouldn't know whether I should call it my lucky day. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-4579926054641599582?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/10/piracy-of-dvd-sorts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-3888782689344448168</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T22:55:18.152+08:00</atom:updated><title>In the realms of broken dreams and empty promises</title><description>Imagine yourself in a situation where you just know that everything that happened are lies, all which seemed so surreal at first, and you realised that everything you once knew and wanted, are all smashed into bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/StST2reZDiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xbzBlcDwPiQ/s1600-h/Broken-Glass-psd4315.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/StST2reZDiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xbzBlcDwPiQ/s320/Broken-Glass-psd4315.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392097221461741090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams being popped by harsh words, fiendish actions, and cruel intentions: just feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else makes the heart bleed more than these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-3888782689344448168?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-realms-of-broken-dreams-and-empty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/StST2reZDiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xbzBlcDwPiQ/s72-c/Broken-Glass-psd4315.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-2219764860098547469</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T10:47:43.280+08:00</atom:updated><title>Naked</title><description>I found myself awake in the middle of the street of a ghost town, naked, stripped down and bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, wondering where this place is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down, not caring anymore. Exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the sky, feeling tiny drops of rain on my head and bare skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fooled around with the raindrops on the palms of my hands, until the rain got heavier and drenched myself wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there, wondering when the rain will stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-2219764860098547469?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-3236374525581428098</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T00:42:35.804+08:00</atom:updated><title>A day to remember</title><description>My dream has finally materialised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try out the (not so) newly opened dessert shop in Pavilion: MOF @ Japanese Sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. But it's been a while since I wanted to try out that place, in addition to so many (fake) desserts out on display... So tempting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, they're serving my favourite Japanese red beans... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures uploading soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While driving back home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw the moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a beautiful half crescent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It reminded me of your smile,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you were smiling at me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout my journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Protecting, reassuring&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/12217475-3236374525581428098?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-to-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-4534850010588815446</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T10:38:19.821+08:00</atom:updated><title>Untitled</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate myself for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; what I have never dreamt of thinking, nor even thought I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I imagined myself in this state of mind, and never have I wanted to be standing right here where I am standing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you when I needed you the most?&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/12217475-4534850010588815446?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/09/untitled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-3789603330166998510</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T20:33:27.409+08:00</atom:updated><title>How it feels to be at home</title><description>Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so freakin' bored at home today. Didn't go anywhere. I thought, "Why not just stay at home for the whole day today, since I've been going out the last few days? Rest at home, and recharge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be really bad. Felt as tho I was being crushed under a huge pile of rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be missing someone and not being able to see that person: just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt; - very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like hitting rock bottom, falling into a bottomless pit, hit by a truck: all rolled up in one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-3789603330166998510?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-it-feels-to-be-at-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-647328768999167259</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T00:49:21.285+08:00</atom:updated><title>How it feels to be evaluated</title><description>It feels quite weird after 8 years of not going for music exams or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was my audition that gave me that same ol' feeling again. I remember sitting outside in a waiting room (or rather, a corridor with seats lined on the wall), holding my breath for that moment, the moment of truth, being evaluated of what you've learnt throughout the whole year of preparations. Then, you get into that thick and hard wooden door, and the first thing you see is either a stern-looking examiner with grey or white hair, or a young one who looks really friendly (but looks can be deceiving). After a few more steps forward, after you have greeted the examiner a good morning (or afternoon, for that matter), there, erected stiffly right in front of the examiner's desk: a black piano which decides your very fate of the day, whether good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SpAhRUdTWeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hTwJLTAdllE/s1600-h/06+Our+Actual+Hotel+Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SpAhRUdTWeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hTwJLTAdllE/s320/06+Our+Actual+Hotel+Door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372830936886106594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget the bloody coldness of that examination venue that creates an unwanted atmosphere to add on to your long list of what-if's and why-not's. Especially if your hands are affected by the cold, your warmth suddenly freezes over hell, and your hands stop working like normal movable parts; that should be enough to knock you off your seat and bump your head on the floor, enough to bring you into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I really can't see myself in this scenario ever again, especially when I've made it really clear that I didn't believe in anymore music exams... I'm certainly wrong this time. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been fun. Hope to entertain a small percentage of you's with my horrible short-story writing (if there even exists at least one faithful reader).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's been a while since I've been so descriptive. Apologies for any wrongly-used euphamism (if there exists ANY) and weird-sounding adjectives. =P&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/12217475-647328768999167259?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-it-feels-to-be-evaluated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SpAhRUdTWeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hTwJLTAdllE/s72-c/06+Our+Actual+Hotel+Door.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-2189522581149407457</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T19:29:25.201+08:00</atom:updated><title>When panicking leads to nowhere...</title><description>What happens if you worry too much, think too much, panick too much? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you just don't bother worrying/thinking/panicking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, it was heart-attack-inducing anymore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When art fails to impress, I'm guessing the only way to a world of imagination filled with endless colourful possibilities: is a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sofs6TJNxUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/64qhqqSipvE/s1600-h/dead_end3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sofs6TJNxUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/64qhqqSipvE/s320/dead_end3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370521566978098498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm basically saying is: it's not the artist's fault. Everything done by the artist is open to interpretation. And you can't really blame the artist for being shallow/emotionless/boring. But there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;exceptions when it's really not even interpretable. (Damn I'm mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm actually referring to are all aspects of art, ie, dance, fine art, sculpting, music, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been attending a lot of these galleries and performances. (Yes, it has been a jam-packed schedule that even my friends hate me for not allocating some time to even talk to them on the phone.) Just yesterday, I went for a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butoh"&gt;Butoh&lt;/a&gt; festival show titled "&lt;a href="http://www.timeoutkl.com/performance/events/Butoh-Festival-2009"&gt;Butoh Noise&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SoftQTSV4UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KhYc1Vpviug/s1600-h/dd_butoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SoftQTSV4UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KhYc1Vpviug/s320/dd_butoh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370521944973500738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bunch of Butoh Dancers. Amazing, aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was definitely an event that made me bleed in my ears and eyes. And I meant it in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;G: "It was so horrible that I felt like standing up on my own two feet, grabbing my chair, and throwing it at the artist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;N: "Well, to me, it felt normal. I couldn't picture anything, but it was fine for me, since there wasn't any pitches above my tolerance level."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well said indeed. Summarised in just three sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, the butoh dancer was extremely nimble.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-2189522581149407457?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-panicking-leads-to-nowhere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sofs6TJNxUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/64qhqqSipvE/s72-c/dead_end3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-6061183744634977440</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T17:17:54.411+08:00</atom:updated><title>Blown to dust</title><description>Ever had the feeling that you've finally had something materialising in your hands, but suddenly a wind blew over, and that tangible object dematerialises into dust and slips through your fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of frustration over myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world is as perfect as you would want it to be. No matter how much you try, how much you press it down and hold it in form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone. Please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It baffles me that sometimes people tell you to strike while the iron's hot, and turns around and say, "Go with the flow, and take it slow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may think these two statements are the same things, interrelated. To me, it's the same, but with totally different meanings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-6061183744634977440?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever-had-feeling-that-youve-finally-had.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-2185574143743594776</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-08T10:37:55.607+08:00</atom:updated><title>Heart-attack-inducing experience</title><description>To cut a long story short, I now have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;newfound&lt;/span&gt; respect for parents of teenagers on guiding their children through their journey on becoming well-mannered, civilised and humble adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SnzkTJ5DhlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F8a5YR-kU1s/s1600-h/heart_attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SnzkTJ5DhlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F8a5YR-kU1s/s320/heart_attack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415873642661458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Heart-attack happens every so often&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/12217475-2185574143743594776?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/heart-attack-inducing-experience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SnzkTJ5DhlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F8a5YR-kU1s/s72-c/heart_attack.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-5201526659746843386</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T20:13:17.863+08:00</atom:updated><title>To indulge, or not to indulge: THAT'S the question</title><description>Buffets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SnrH41-bXXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/g1zsLgFU8vY/s1600-h/image_breakfast_buffet_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SnrH41-bXXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/g1zsLgFU8vY/s320/image_breakfast_buffet_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366821685340888434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food Galore... Bask yourself in a variety of colourful food (...you'll soon &lt;/span&gt;regret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have even been to a buffet? I'm sure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt; 90% of you have been to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one buffet in you're lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT: How many of you would eat like it's nobody's business, not think about the ACTUAL capacity of your stomach, and eat until its finally worth the price you're paying for? Hands up if you're one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises hand up slowly, centimetre by centimetre*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you... NEVER go there on an empty stomach, and NEVER E-V-E-R think that if you stuff yourself like a you want to send yourself to the oven like a stuffed pigeon or turkey, you'd come out of the restaurant feeling proud of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SnrH5OwhccI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6WL3xJ7Xepg/s1600-h/vomit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SnrH5OwhccI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6WL3xJ7Xepg/s320/vomit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366821691993452994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is exactly how I felt. (A pic which isn't as disgusting as the ones I found off the net. Eww..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-5201526659746843386?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-indulge-or-not-to-indulge-thats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/SnrH41-bXXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/g1zsLgFU8vY/s72-c/image_breakfast_buffet_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-7212078070555578716</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T13:54:20.387+08:00</atom:updated><title>It's the irony that's sad</title><description>SIX months... No, make that SEVEN months... of not using my brains, not doing anything productive, yet earning nuff money - just makes me a dull boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided be someone I've wanted to be all this while: a student! (yeah, as if.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, at least this time, I'll be doing something that I've always wanted to do. *insert idol-fan scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I've been wallowing myself in things I've never dreamed of doing when I'm all grown up in the corporate world for the past 7 months:&lt;br /&gt;1. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;2. MSN (though my place of whore-ship, I still can't let this go)&lt;br /&gt;3. GCSE O' level / GCE A' level past year papers found off the internet&lt;br /&gt;4. Language books that I was determined to finish, but never found time to&lt;br /&gt;5. My music (can't live without them)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://imslp.org/"&gt;Sheet music site&lt;/a&gt; which a friend passed me, and grown addicted to to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and LOTS of luxuries that I had been dreaming of owning, which my measly salary (which I shall so forth call as my "allowance" or the more appropriate economic term, "wage") can't support:&lt;br /&gt;1. iPhone&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sm_h54SBNHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pXVu-f_nhnA/s1600-h/iphone_home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sm_h54SBNHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pXVu-f_nhnA/s320/iphone_home.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363754065698305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This fella needs no introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Digital SLR Camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sm_S0W_fEnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dJaqo107lUg/s1600-h/Canon-EOS-5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sm_S0W_fEnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dJaqo107lUg/s320/Canon-EOS-5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363737478188438130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;EOS 5D (high end SLR camera, not advisable for an amateur, such as me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New clothes for the emperor (if it were nothing, I wouldn't have said it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sm_TWO5pnUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tHdw-94CguU/s1600-h/AugustEmperorsNewClothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sm_TWO5pnUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tHdw-94CguU/s320/AugustEmperorsNewClothes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363738060132031810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a pic to go with the item&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, at the brink of being confirmed as a permanent staff, I've finally decided to set foot into the student (yet again), a world filled with uncertainties, opportunities, advancement... Uh... no wait.. that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, student life can't be that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-7212078070555578716?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-irony-thats-sad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sm_h54SBNHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pXVu-f_nhnA/s72-c/iphone_home.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12217475.post-2624764920956471827</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T09:59:48.312+08:00</atom:updated><title>Earth Hour</title><description>It's been a while since I blogged about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/Earth-Hour-Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 224px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/Earth-Hour-Logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's almost time for us in Malaysia to switch off our lights to vote for Earth: the &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/home/"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought this idea was peculiar. I've heard about it few years ago, but this year, it has been implemented in Malaysia, and this time, I thought it was a really good idea. Well, since a few years ago, I've already supported against Global Warming by the &lt;a href="http://im.live.com/Messenger/IM/Home/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm campaign&lt;/span&gt; on MSN&lt;/a&gt;. And now, to take action is just simply great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I will Vote Earth. If you're reading this (and I'm quite sure it'll be over by the time you do read this), I hope you have already voted Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CRs-7lRlPo&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/1CRs-7lRlPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; Turns out our city actually took part in the campaign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sc7UMQcVuZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/o6pUDEt44Qc/s1600-h/r1448013319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sc7UMQcVuZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/o6pUDEt44Qc/s320/r1448013319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421517008484754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sc7UMdCLrhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m41obyzAVLg/s1600-h/capt.b97ff5a5c69641b6aa77dd3b1c30e30e.malaysia_earth_hour_xkl111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sc7UMdCLrhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m41obyzAVLg/s320/capt.b97ff5a5c69641b6aa77dd3b1c30e30e.malaysia_earth_hour_xkl111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421520388435474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sc7UMPX-KHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mRz0ohQsl0k/s1600-h/capt.83d5673208284f3194cb6c2baf541637.malaysia_earth_hour_xkl110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sc7UMPX-KHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mRz0ohQsl0k/s320/capt.83d5673208284f3194cb6c2baf541637.malaysia_earth_hour_xkl110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421516721727602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures of  the Petronas Twin Towers and Kuala Lumpur City. - Reuters, AP Photo&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken from Yahoo! News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12217475-2624764920956471827?l=alexatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alexatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alex)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvKl5ZArylA/Sc7UMQcVuZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/o6pUDEt44Qc/s72-c/r1448013319.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

