<?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-297007970592044652</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:21:52.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes through that brain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-7328038434119727552</id><published>2008-07-07T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:41:50.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XUzhBxYV_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XUzhBxYV_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OmG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-7328038434119727552?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/7328038434119727552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=7328038434119727552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/7328038434119727552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/7328038434119727552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-1514213387287490445</id><published>2008-04-28T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:51:59.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Its raining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from my eyes, over you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-1514213387287490445?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/1514213387287490445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=1514213387287490445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/1514213387287490445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/1514213387287490445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s raining..'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-4584233827861358523</id><published>2008-04-21T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T04:27:43.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can hide, but you can't run from me.</title><content type='html'>Because I am simply.. Faster.&lt;br /&gt;Thats lame. But anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things you do, escape the eyes of ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your acting do not fool me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face up to me. If you dare.&lt;br /&gt;Or simply do what you do best. &lt;strong&gt;Cower&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the two-headed snake that you forgave, strikes you three times till you're dead. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-4584233827861358523?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/4584233827861358523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=4584233827861358523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/4584233827861358523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/4584233827861358523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-can-hide-but-you-cant-run-from-me.html' title='You can hide, but you can&apos;t run from me.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-3494914097713340120</id><published>2008-04-19T00:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:12:56.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I did not go down with a fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried last night that I am going to be sick, with exams just a week away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I guess it must have been over-exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates coming up but its only going to happen after exams.&lt;br /&gt;Sem 2 has really been such a tedious sem. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;And typing my blog entry feels uncannily similar to typing an email. Sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back. I am so glad Radio Talk is over.&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels so much lighter now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least someone recognises my effort! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADIO TALK BY POWER 98FM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190863722278370994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/SAmnDZPdPrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qP7a4xfMsvQ/s400/DSCF0623%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYuWI4sTMb8/SAjbMUPiWpI/AAAAAAAACCQ/BM8d1H6KOaQ/s1600-h/DSCF0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kudos to Andy for organising this event single-handedly. And by single-handedly i really mean BY HIMSELF. So dear an zai pls dont be plagued by self-doubts anymoreeeee, you are more capable than you think you are (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bibliography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want him to go so that he can come back&lt;/em&gt; by Teo Qiling. (2008, April 19.)&lt;br /&gt;Retrieved April 19 2008, from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tootruetobetrue.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tootruetobetrue.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-3494914097713340120?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/3494914097713340120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=3494914097713340120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/3494914097713340120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/3494914097713340120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/04/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/SAmnDZPdPrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qP7a4xfMsvQ/s72-c/DSCF0623%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-4129024391417694280</id><published>2008-03-09T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:16:18.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Show 2008</title><content type='html'>Gosh.. Last year this time, I just got home from talking to the n-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; customers persuading and convincing them to buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lenovo&lt;/span&gt;. This year, I went to the IT show as just another customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to grumble and stare at those who walk past me and ignore me when I politely approach them. Today, I almost did the same thing, except, I was reminded of my experience, and instead, I smiled and wave away. What a hypocrite Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so so so so packed. So crowded. I swore it felt like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chinablack&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; days where I went banging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; while trying to squeeze through. Except, today it was so bright and people WILL recognise you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; why I kept saying sorry as I advanced. What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hyprocrite&lt;/span&gt; Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. KY got me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dopod&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;!! I can't wait to explore my new phone/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pda&lt;/span&gt;!!! It is charging at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;KY's&lt;/span&gt; house now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!! THANK YOU DEAR!! =) *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;muacks&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday. I will get the pics for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; Wei's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; celebration on Fri and I will post an entry on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday, I am gonna be more organised than ever! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; blues taking over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-4129024391417694280?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/4129024391417694280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=4129024391417694280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/4129024391417694280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/4129024391417694280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-show-2008.html' title='IT Show 2008'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-5069440511109853937</id><published>2008-03-02T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:05:32.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMMM</title><content type='html'>I am once again.. At a crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; device?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to properly manage my time but than again, do I really need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me says making full use of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; or lap top should already suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. Should I still get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls the-almost-non-existent hair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-5069440511109853937?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/5069440511109853937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=5069440511109853937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5069440511109853937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5069440511109853937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmmmmm.html' title='HMMMMM'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-8499301439661707306</id><published>2008-03-01T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:41:25.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadlines.. Deadlines.. Deadlines.. Deadlines..</title><content type='html'>Gosh.. This is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : PR Mid term test&lt;br /&gt;Wed : Interactive Media project due&lt;br /&gt;Thurs : Presentation of marketing plans to dept&lt;br /&gt;Fri : Marketing assignment due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, I still gotta prepare my South Asia presentation and mid term and read my readings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soci&lt;/span&gt; test next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. IT exhibition this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;. Scouting for a potential company to intern with must not be neglected either! And of course.. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cca&lt;/span&gt; commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there Andy. This is only the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-8499301439661707306?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/8499301439661707306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=8499301439661707306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/8499301439661707306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/8499301439661707306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/03/deadlines-deadlines-deadlines-deadlines.html' title='Deadlines.. Deadlines.. Deadlines.. Deadlines..'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-5969175651110114117</id><published>2008-02-28T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:49:37.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As it is</title><content type='html'>The family conflict is getting on my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be naive thinking that I alone can resolve the whole issue. But at least I am thinking of resolving it. Any of you guys thought of doing so? Any one of you realise how much pain and unhappiness it has caused grandma? If grandpa is still alive, he will be devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe my dad IS in the wrong. Maybe he has committed something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unforgivable&lt;/span&gt;. But all I can see right now is him and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;godma&lt;/span&gt; taking care of grandma. Isn't that what matters the most now? Are any of you going to wait till grandma is gone and regret? Do not take away the happiness she deserves. Do not forget the years she suffered to take care each and everyone of you. The least you could do, is make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are really deeply concerned about grandma, show it through your actions and not through talk. Talk is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still look up to everyone of you. Don't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for Cindy's 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Birthday and 1st Ex-Co meeting to be up.&lt;br /&gt;After I get less bothered about this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-5969175651110114117?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/5969175651110114117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=5969175651110114117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5969175651110114117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5969175651110114117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-it-is.html' title='As it is'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-9198564247568405968</id><published>2008-02-25T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:15:40.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year resolute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It isn't all that happening for me this year. Not a good year start. Sighhh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope things pick up soon. Everything is so not falling into place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is depressing. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-9198564247568405968?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/9198564247568405968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=9198564247568405968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/9198564247568405968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/9198564247568405968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-resolute.html' title='New year resolute'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-77524880429202105</id><published>2008-02-18T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:46:29.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Cruise</title><content type='html'>My eyes swooped down onto the familiar face of my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 4.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will not be late after all. The anxiety and worry that has been bugging me for close to 2 months has worn my body. I am about to meet what I have been so worried about all these while -&gt;Ky's whole extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up singing lessons in hope that I will be at least decent when I meet them. I tried to learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; (but failed miserably) so I could better communicate with them. And the least I could do was to be early when the meeting time was at 5pm. All these to create a better impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my passport!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH!! Can you imagine how I felt that instant? They say first impression counts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my love.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; impression. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jian&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Took me an hour to go home and collect my passport. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORTUNATELY, they are very easy-going, friendly, and not to mention, VERY humorous. My uneasiness quickly faded away as they continuously warmed up to me. My lack of spoken canto was perhaps a double edge sword. I couldn't communicate which is a very bad thing, but at least it was funny whenever they tried to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;*How you doing now?* in canto. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they have left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong, I must say I enjoyed their company tremendously. I admit I did not understand most of their conversation, but I roughly got some. And Ky, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;.. DO NOT EVER REVEAL THAT I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHEN YOU SEE ME LAUGHING ALONG!! Its only polite that I laugh along so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; do not reveal me again. It was so embarrassing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fortunate thing was that Ky's bro was there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kam&lt;/span&gt; Wing was probably the only person other then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt; to be able to talk normally to me. Oh and he IS A VERY GOOD SINGER. I will really hope to organise a gathering or something when he comes back to Singapore again. He plays basketball and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hod em&lt;/span&gt;. Clicking with the guys will not be any issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt; their presence now. I need a dosage of their laughter + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cantofied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. I will be looking forward to seeing them. But by then.. I better pick up canto already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt; anyone?!?! *eye sinisterly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt;.. Here I come!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-77524880429202105?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/77524880429202105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=77524880429202105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/77524880429202105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/77524880429202105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-cruise.html' title='CNY Cruise'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-8462787645703810077</id><published>2008-02-18T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:52:04.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest Ka Yan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started off on the wrong note with us over slping and causing a huge rush in the morning. The day could not have gotten worse when you almost lost your handphone at Vivo City. However, the day can only better because it was St Valentine Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the day where Cupid probably went the extra mile to make lovers happy nonetheless. And its prolly the day that everything just had to go right. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you like what I prepared for you. I hope you like what I got for you. But most of all, I hope you are happy I am with you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine my dear. Loving you always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlIw7tYaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l2xN8iGrAPA/s1600-h/collage17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343617377231266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlIw7tYaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l2xN8iGrAPA/s400/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlJg7tYbI/AAAAAAAAANE/kP8xO7CvsZ8/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343630262133170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlJg7tYbI/AAAAAAAAANE/kP8xO7CvsZ8/s400/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlKw7tYcI/AAAAAAAAANM/HzZCTRsyt54/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343651736969666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlKw7tYcI/AAAAAAAAANM/HzZCTRsyt54/s400/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlMQ7tYdI/AAAAAAAAANU/qMw9xerc514/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343677506773458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlMQ7tYdI/AAAAAAAAANU/qMw9xerc514/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlMw7tYeI/AAAAAAAAANc/4Aq7vEELOpU/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343686096708066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlMw7tYeI/AAAAAAAAANc/4Aq7vEELOpU/s400/IMG_1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mocg7tYfI/AAAAAAAAANk/7ZPoDJqbcH0/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347255214531058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mocg7tYfI/AAAAAAAAANk/7ZPoDJqbcH0/s400/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7modQ7tYgI/AAAAAAAAANs/CDHqLX4dkbs/s1600-h/IMG_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347268099432962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7modQ7tYgI/AAAAAAAAANs/CDHqLX4dkbs/s400/IMG_1198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7modw7tYhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EiyJgp8YTvg/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347276689367570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7modw7tYhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EiyJgp8YTvg/s400/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest Friends out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Valentine and I sincerely hope you do not forget it is also a day for friends. Although I may not be able to spend this day with you... But pls do know I have not forsaken any of you. Lets meet up sometime soon yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347813560279602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mo9A7tYjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zFJYm2bmIDU/s400/IMGP2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine my brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/297007970592044652-8462787645703810077?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/8462787645703810077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=8462787645703810077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/8462787645703810077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/8462787645703810077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentine.html' title='Happy Valentine!!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mlIw7tYaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l2xN8iGrAPA/s72-c/collage17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-4185472325806662059</id><published>2008-02-18T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:48:11.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokkaido 2007</title><content type='html'>There's no clearer picture then the pictures itself. Its my first time in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their first times. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbcg7tYRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oqkc48U6c2Q/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168332961563369746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbcg7tYRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oqkc48U6c2Q/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its an approximately 8 hrs flight to Japan, and an approx. 1hr flight to Hokkaido. I must say I am excited with a tinge of anxiety. Its been almost 2 years since I travelled with my family. And for the 1st time I have got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kayan&lt;/span&gt; with me on a family trip. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbcw7tYSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kKXrrQt9cq4/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168332965858337058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbcw7tYSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kKXrrQt9cq4/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mafQ7tYMI/AAAAAAAAALM/KVghOIyvDYY/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331909296382146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mafQ7tYMI/AAAAAAAAALM/KVghOIyvDYY/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mafg7tYNI/AAAAAAAAALU/NLOEoon2J44/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331913591349458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mafg7tYNI/AAAAAAAAALU/NLOEoon2J44/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Noboribetsu&lt;/span&gt;: A traditional village where the first inhabitants of Hokkaido resides. They still do today, but in the age of Globalisation, there is no room for their culture. They are similar to the 'a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt;' tribe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;. And I must say.. They got very good vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishes you see in the background of the pictures are their food supply. Yes they are real. They preserve it as winter food back in then. Now it is more of a tourist attraction. One of the male also joked, the traditional costumes they wear now are their working attire. Although it is still something they are extremely proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you know, their perception of an ideal women must be: 1. Big and strong. 2. Heavily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pierced&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tattooed&lt;/span&gt; (for good luck). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331552814096546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7maKg7tYKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3VzLCgtOHa0/s400/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sounkyo&lt;/span&gt; Gorge: waterfalls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ryusei&lt;/span&gt;-no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;taki&lt;/span&gt; Falls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ginga&lt;/span&gt;-no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;taki&lt;/span&gt; Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also know as Shooting Star Falls and Milky Way Falls. Legend has it that they were a pair of star-crossed lovers- deeply in love but separated forever. The falls both have its own distinct features, with 1 resembling a male and the other a female. It is an alluring setting to behold I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331561404031154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7maLA7tYLI/AAAAAAAAALE/QDw0yf869c4/s400/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kitsbe&lt;/span&gt; Fox Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is probably as close as you can get to a real life fox. They are extremely tame and shy. Only interesting thing for me here will be a bunch of Singaporeans throwing snow at each other. What made it so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;? Well.. I saw shit among the snow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331917886316770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mafw7tYOI/AAAAAAAAALc/m_SJt75yLJc/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jigokudani&lt;/span&gt;" Hell Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name suggest, its like hell there. Well, not exactly hot or evil or hellish, but the smoke that emits from the ground and water coupled with the surrounding landforms, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; looks like.. well.. hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7magg7tYPI/AAAAAAAAALk/pvC9mnL8TIE/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331930771218674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7magg7tYPI/AAAAAAAAALk/pvC9mnL8TIE/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seafood place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. All those lovers of raw Japanese seafood out there.. Here's the place for you. GOSH. Well I am really not a huge fan of raw food, but the variety and quality of the live seafood they have here is really a sight to behold. Its really raw man. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331939361153282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mahA7tYQI/AAAAAAAAALs/q07agzMlK1o/s400/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented snow mobiles and ventured into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt;. My mum hitched a lift from me. =) Well it seemed as if we all enjoyed it. But I guess the truth is many suffered while riding the snow mobile. Just ask Ky. She got wind-kissed. Kept shaking. Kept shivering. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does the pout face* "cold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7maJQ7tYHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6w7Tbi4Jbn4/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331531339260018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7maJQ7tYHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6w7Tbi4Jbn4/s400/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my gosh these grizzly bears are con artist! They know we are there to see them. They know we bought food. But with so many bears there, the choice could have been so random. But NO. The bears each have a plan. Well not for the lazy ones. They know they have a certain 'cuteness' in them. They were so right. They begged and they clapped and some danced. I almost felt cheated if not for them being bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZww7tYCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iPvo3dTMjHY/s1600-h/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331110432464930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZww7tYCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iPvo3dTMjHY/s400/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mashu&lt;/span&gt; or Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kussharo&lt;/span&gt; (not sure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they have got so many swans (are they swans?) and they have a urban legend too. The locals say there were sightings of this loch-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; monster lookalike spotted some years back, with visual proof as well. Maybe it was here they got the idea for Godzilla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331114727432242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZxA7tYDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qmTOz7MO4aQ/s400/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Alrights&lt;/span&gt; I am really not sure where this place is. All I could remember was I thinking I was in paradise. Just too beautiful. I wasn't sure if I was seeing what I was seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZyQ7tYEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/B-xLA9qgX4Q/s1600-h/collage14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331136202268738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZyQ7tYEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/B-xLA9qgX4Q/s400/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZzw7tYFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8RAM6b29Kb8/s1600-h/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331161972072530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZzw7tYFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8RAM6b29Kb8/s400/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate Factory where the famous Hokkaido &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a scene ripped from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Too bad we did not manage to enter the factory. Apparently the factory had to close down due to complaints of them using expired milk (sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Prima&lt;/span&gt; Deli?). And because of this, we weren't able to purchase the chocolate as production had just resumed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hokkaido wasn't part of Japan until around the beginning for WW2. It was part of their interior defence plans where they needed buffer zones against invading enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The transportation system of Japan is one of the most extensive in the world at the moment. You basically need just a train ticket and you can travel around Japan easily and conveniently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbdg7tYTI/AAAAAAAAAME/1CoL8ADxF68/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168332978743238962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbdg7tYTI/AAAAAAAAAME/1CoL8ADxF68/s400/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbeA7tYUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZjIgvIvuiPI/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168332987333173570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbeA7tYUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZjIgvIvuiPI/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many thanks to my mum for bringing me along to such a wonderful place. Next time my turn to bring all of you k. =P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168336655235244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mezg7tYVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c6CHkMHVV28/s400/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331548519129234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7maKQ7tYJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/j8o2HItDd10/s400/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZ0g7tYGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lga0qaH6uGA/s1600-h/collage16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331174856974434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mZ0g7tYGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lga0qaH6uGA/s400/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am gonna leave you with the beautiful views of Hokkaido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-4185472325806662059?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/4185472325806662059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=4185472325806662059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/4185472325806662059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/4185472325806662059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/02/hokkaido-2007_18.html' title='Hokkaido 2007'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R7mbcg7tYRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oqkc48U6c2Q/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-5119053117269655110</id><published>2008-02-11T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:07:24.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time since..</title><content type='html'>Gosh.. Alot to update!! But I haven't got the time and the photos. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates coming soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order (I can't seem to remember which happened first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bikequest&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;3. Cruise with Ky's family and relatives&lt;br /&gt;4. CNM Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course.. not forgetting..&lt;br /&gt;5. Japan trip 2007.&lt;br /&gt;I got the pics already. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these will be updated soon. Once I'm done with my projects. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-5119053117269655110?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/5119053117269655110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=5119053117269655110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5119053117269655110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5119053117269655110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-time-since.html' title='A long time since..'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-2739525626340065226</id><published>2008-02-01T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:03:09.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads..</title><content type='html'>I am presented the chance that can very well change my world. For the better or worse. Should I grab it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President of Communications and New Media Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good. Very appealing. Especially when written on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of me wants to eventually rise up to this position. And now you tell me I CAN be. But I know I am not ready. Why? Because the members of the society joined LAST SEMESTER. While I just joined 2 days ago and the 'election' is held next week already. Its happening all too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the most ideal solution is to run for the Vice-president instead. Serve 1 year as VP and then run for P the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Am I up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not screw up this decision. Or should I say. Lets not screw up. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-2739525626340065226?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/2739525626340065226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=2739525626340065226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/2739525626340065226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/2739525626340065226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/02/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads..'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-2902223532957825632</id><published>2008-01-30T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:47:29.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>GOSH!! There's no Marketing lecture tmr! And I have scheduled myself interviews at 7pm and 830pm in sch. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just some updates. I am gonna join CNM society and NUS Motoring Club. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna run for Marketing Director position for NUSMC and maybe for the marketing position next year for CNM Society. Gonna clock as much marketing experience. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have not uploaded my Japan trip pics. I will so once I get my hands on the collection of pics from my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS Bikequest this sat. LOL.. Overnight cycling around Singapore. If you happen to see a group of cyclist wearing YELLOW. ITS US!! We have decided to all wear yellow. Hope its fun. Hope I don't fall aslp while cycling. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies. Its going to be 4am already. o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-2902223532957825632?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/2902223532957825632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=2902223532957825632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/2902223532957825632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/2902223532957825632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-9013094057015833595</id><published>2008-01-30T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:06:40.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mainstreaming..</title><content type='html'>This is directed to Mr Derek Callows, Regional Marketing Manager of Google:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir, if you happen to be reading this, pls be informed that I am not the one stalking you via Facebook and it is not me behind the computer screen looking at your very good-looking pictures. That honour belongs to my friend. I hope you do not question me or look at me with disgust IF I were ever granted an interview at your office. (I will be looking for a good company to intern at so if you like my honesty pls allow me a place in Google =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Back to the topic.. &lt;strong&gt;Mainstreaming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, a disclaimer. This is not in reference to anyone, but the society as a whole&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just wondering, are people out there shopping for the sake of shopping? Or is there really a need/want to do so? While I just learnt to that Needs in the eyes of a marketer, it cannot be created and needs are inborn. So its more of a want. While sometimes yes we do need new clothings to fill our ageing wardrobe, but I am certain there is no need to buy new items simply for the sake of wanting to shop. &lt;strong&gt;Maybe I am just a poor struggling student ranting&lt;/strong&gt;. I am confused at how students like me can afford the time and money to constantly splurge. I know I can't. And I am not afraid to admit it. Because the money I spent are the hard earned cash of my parents. I just find it unfair when they work so hard and I spend their money and reducing their discretionary income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a heavy spender. I splurge on my girlfriend and my friends more then I ever splurge on myself. The old clubbing days of the past I must not forget- not for the immense fun and freedom but for the immature spending on opening bottles and buying drinks. A night at any club cost usually $600 or so. I was only 18 then. And it would have went on and on, until I have no money, if not for the fortunate intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I suggest that the shopping antics we display so often now, to only be glorified when we start earning ourselves. Because what we are spending are after all, not our own. We spend, make it worth it. To my friends out there, &lt;strong&gt;pls don't follow the mainstream blindly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be some news. I think theres some commotions about this. MM Lee mentioned that Singaporeans are ungracious. And it will not change in his lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was complaining the other day, about how some guy 'stole' my parking lot from right under my nose and displayed some really nonsense attitude after I confronted him. He had his wife and 2 little boys with him. MM Lee is so right. How can Singaporeans ever be gracious if this father can display such barbaric act in front of his own kids and insisted how 'right' he was. He was so lucky that the person he bullied was me. Had I been some psycho (looks can be deceiving in case you are arguing that he saw I was so decent thats why he dared to do so), who know what would have happened to his car, or him? =) And if his kids were to follow in suit in future, unfortunately offending a psycho in the process, it would have been this man's fault for his wrong education. And what if his own kids were the ones in my shoes that day, would he have been pissed. My dad sure was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the failure of our educational system? Is it because of our ethnicity? What ever happened to Asian Values? The very same Asians I saw in Japan were SO polite and helpful. Except they are Japanese. And we are Singaporeans. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funkygrad's forum had this post where it mentioned that there was an Australian at Paragon who helped to open the door for the person behind him, ended up holding there for the next few ppl who tried to hurry through. And none said thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we really that bad? My dear friends, if this is so, &lt;strong&gt;pls don't follow the mainstream blindly&lt;/strong&gt;. You never know, the next person you verbally curse, is the same person your very best friend calls dad (assuming you never saw the dad before). Now if you know what is the &lt;strong&gt;six degrees of separation&lt;/strong&gt;, you know what I mean. For those who do not, it is a theory that says everyone in the world (or is it only in Singapore? Some sociology student pls clarify this pls) is separated in 6 degrees. That means, every 6, there is 1 connected to us some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mainstream is the prevailing current of thought, influence or activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society is in a half asleep mode. Sometimes we lose track of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-9013094057015833595?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/9013094057015833595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=9013094057015833595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/9013094057015833595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/9013094057015833595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/mainstreaming.html' title='Mainstreaming..'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-58624890541594317</id><published>2008-01-26T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:56:06.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my Second Life.. I wanna be...</title><content type='html'>You know they always say.. One of the many reasons why people indulges in games is the creation of an online avatar. The online avatar is usually the representation of the 'perfect' self, a representation of someone whom they cannot be in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has occurred to me why WoW was addictive to me and why I had found an immense 'connection' with my online game character. WoW became a channel where I can satisfy my inner most desire for power, and for control. (Yes I sometimes think I am a control freak) No I am not Hitler wannabe or anything even close to that sense. Everyone likes to have in them certain power or authority. And isn't that why shows like Heroes and X-men are so popular since the 70s and more so now with the improvement of CG effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in real life so many factors restricts us in many sense, the online world deceives us with a promise of freedom and is only limited by our own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me present to you. My online avatar in Second Life. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160443713952127330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R52UN3WDmWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mn4AQjyiip0/s400/snapshot1_001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R52UOHWDmYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QXF1kPzjMXI/s1600-h/snapshot1_003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160443718247094658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R52UOHWDmYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QXF1kPzjMXI/s400/snapshot1_003.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R52UOXWDmZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Wwm6fulwl7Y/s1600-h/snapshot1_004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160443722542061970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R52UOXWDmZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Wwm6fulwl7Y/s400/snapshot1_004.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okies. You see.. I can't seem to get him to look straight into the camera. I guess he's as camera shy as I am. Not so different after all eh. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160443713952127346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R52UN3WDmXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Oa1usoxN_sg/s400/snapshot1_002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Finally. A nice close up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;His name is Alazandro Thor (I wanted Tachikawa because I am proud to be Asian but a glitch in the registration screwed my plans up, so Thor was my 2nd choice after the Lightning God)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes he's well-built and tall. Dark. Lol.. You get the drift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I will get better clothings once I learn how to earn my money there. Oh.. You can basically create anything there. So the clothings you see here.. ARE my creation. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And if you are asking why I am going into Second Life? All I can tell you is life is better there. Life in the real world SUCKS.. Alrights I am kidding. I got a project on it and I am doing my research. =)&lt;br /&gt;So good luck with my project. A. A. A. A. A. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-58624890541594317?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/58624890541594317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=58624890541594317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/58624890541594317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/58624890541594317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-my-second-life.html' title='In my Second Life.. I wanna be...'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R52UN3WDmWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mn4AQjyiip0/s72-c/snapshot1_001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-2973509167925787475</id><published>2008-01-23T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T04:14:37.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye games..</title><content type='html'>Gosh! I cannot believe that I have just wasted a whole day away like this. This cannot go on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw. I am convinced that games and studies cannot co-exist for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye HGL.. Goodbye WoW. I am gonna delete you away. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Looks like I can only dota. And only when the rest of the guys are playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.. Wheres the drive now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.4&lt;br /&gt;4.4&lt;br /&gt;4.4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11 readings to go.. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-2973509167925787475?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/2973509167925787475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=2973509167925787475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/2973509167925787475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/2973509167925787475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/bye-bye-games.html' title='Bye bye games..'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-261337451612807502</id><published>2008-01-17T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T06:48:41.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A better world..</title><content type='html'>Is death the solution to a better world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No I am not having any suicidal thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;.. But it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me how people get more in touch with the world and their loved ones, rather then being self -obsessed with their own lives, after a death of someone close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to realise it now. It never too late.&lt;br /&gt;Better to live it now then to live in regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; grandpa.. There are so many instances that I still dream of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I blame myself for not being there for you when you most needed company. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I did not mean it.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to turn back time. I got so much to say to you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-261337451612807502?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/261337451612807502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=261337451612807502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/261337451612807502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/261337451612807502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-world.html' title='A better world..'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-9000517574552887753</id><published>2008-01-14T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:31:58.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School and the weekend</title><content type='html'>Today's my first day back in school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.. I almost could not wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I need to adjust my bio-clock back asap if I want to do well this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. *determination wavering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lecture with Ky today. Of all modules.. South Asia Studies. Gosh.. I must say its dry right from the start!! But this is also going to be the first and the last module I will take with dear. Since this IS her last semester already. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do well in this module. Together k? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also joining me taking my mods this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; is Joshua Tan. Former AC-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ians&lt;/span&gt; if i did not remember wrongly. Funny how we even know each other. It was so random. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. The usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Qiling&lt;/span&gt;-Hilda ultra powerful noise pairing is back. If you are in the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lect&lt;/span&gt; as me, you will never not hear them. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of another hard-mugging-camping-at-library-level-3-till-late days are back. I guess this time.. I have no excuses not to do well anymore. Especially with the dreaded Economics out of the way. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have to update this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was yesterday but.. yeah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;On 13 Jan 2008, my dad turns 51. Don't worry, you are not old, you are just getting wiser. =P&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated with him at my grandma's place yesterday and had a simple dinner together with my grandma and God-parents.&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be uploaded soon once my sis send me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every visit at my grandma's place, thoughts and revelations will flood my mind. I am going to slowly share it here, at random times.. Insights of what goes through that brain of mine. Soon.. Life is such a random piece of art. A single stroke can make it or ruin it. While another can salvage whatever that seemed destined to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes I really do not know how you guys face it. i had the urge to tell them about our family, but i know these things are better left unsaid. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever someone ask.. yes.. it still hurts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First Singing Lesson at The Music Clinic (12/01)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lesson, well not really a lesson, it was more of a vocal analysis by Peter Tan himself. Well as expected, I got lots of rooms for improvement. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. I wanted to sing Ni Na Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; Ta by Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt;, BUT THEY DID NOT HAVE THE CD!! So I ended up singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hei&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt; Sun. Huge mistake. Although I was familiar with the song, it was too high for me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway through the 1 hr 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; session, teacher Peter Tan gave us many pointers as how to improve our singing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to improve and finally be able to sing properly.&lt;br /&gt;And I may be tone-deaf. =( But I hope you are wrong about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-9000517574552887753?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/9000517574552887753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=9000517574552887753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/9000517574552887753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/9000517574552887753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-and-weekend.html' title='School and the weekend'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-5439858557820471622</id><published>2008-01-10T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:40:42.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They say the way to a man's heart is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the stomach. How true. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently Ky has been very into cooking and baking. Today she made me this ultra delicious steak in black pepper mushroom sauce (I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;penchant&lt;/span&gt; for black pepper and beef) for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4stL6-sEqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OGMfomu4fTw/s1600-h/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155263881289667234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4stL6-sEqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OGMfomu4fTw/s400/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her creation =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4stMa-sErI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VR5dRxNYAqc/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155263889879601842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4stMa-sErI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VR5dRxNYAqc/s400/IMG_1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chef&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4stMq-sEsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AwRpRkQaYI0/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155263894174569154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4stMq-sEsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AwRpRkQaYI0/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although there's still room for improvement, but I must really say that its a splendid effort. She woke up early to shop for ingredients while I went to the gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BTW.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; SLEEP EARLY! Having late nights cause loss in muscle mass. Sleep is an essential part of our lives and screwing it up equals screwing your body up!! I learnt it the hard way. I almost died at gym today. -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Today ended&lt;/span&gt; with me going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KTV&lt;/span&gt; with my mum and Ky. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.. I seriously need help. But yeah.. I enjoy singing. If I can sing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KTV&lt;/span&gt; will most probably be my most frequent place. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While I am at it.. Here are some random pics from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Underwater World excursion last week (04/01/08). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZNEa-sEXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gnje8UtFfks/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153891561929183602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZNEa-sEXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gnje8UtFfks/s400/IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to Underwater World from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZNE6-sEYI/AAAAAAAAACE/wsVLvrdmfKY/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153891570519118210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZNE6-sEYI/AAAAAAAAACE/wsVLvrdmfKY/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153891574814085522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZNFK-sEZI/AAAAAAAAACM/05jfCncVNfI/s400/IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The touch pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPta-sEgI/AAAAAAAAADE/ETh3je4naPA/s1600-h/IMG_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153894465327075842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPta-sEgI/AAAAAAAAADE/ETh3je4naPA/s400/IMG_0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPtq-sEhI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qy_LSeqlpcY/s1600-h/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153894469622043154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPtq-sEhI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qy_LSeqlpcY/s400/IMG_0991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPt6-sEiI/AAAAAAAAADU/6PfhhIXcT48/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153894473917010466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPt6-sEiI/AAAAAAAAADU/6PfhhIXcT48/s400/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swore I thought those nostrils were the eyes. Gosh.. Until Ky corrected me. Evil-looking fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPuK-sEjI/AAAAAAAAADc/n5KfHO9DNoY/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153894478211977778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPuK-sEjI/AAAAAAAAADc/n5KfHO9DNoY/s400/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is 1 big fish staring at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPuq-sEkI/AAAAAAAAADk/nED5Mbi8Am8/s1600-h/IMG_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153894486801912386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZPuq-sEkI/AAAAAAAAADk/nED5Mbi8Am8/s400/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to visit a dentist man.. The shark. My childhood fantasy. Serious la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOta-sEbI/AAAAAAAAACc/q07cPvQS8l4/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153893365815447986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOta-sEbI/AAAAAAAAACc/q07cPvQS8l4/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOt6-sEcI/AAAAAAAAACk/4rrOGrQnsho/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153893374405382594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOt6-sEcI/AAAAAAAAACk/4rrOGrQnsho/s400/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOua-sEdI/AAAAAAAAACs/xX5c2HENVqo/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153893382995317202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOua-sEdI/AAAAAAAAACs/xX5c2HENVqo/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super huge spider crab. Kenneth.. If you are reading this. YOU WILL BE FREAKED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOuq-sEeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ePH_yC95n0o/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153893387290284514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOuq-sEeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ePH_yC95n0o/s400/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOu6-sEfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yWaOkN8shYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153893391585251826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZOu6-sEfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yWaOkN8shYQ/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZNEK-sEWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2Do0JP5s5z0/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZNFa-sEaI/AAAAAAAAACU/2DERwzFfN-g/s1600-h/IMG_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153891579109052834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZNFa-sEaI/AAAAAAAAACU/2DERwzFfN-g/s400/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRSa-sElI/AAAAAAAAADs/GWEP87nII7U/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153896200493863506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRSa-sElI/AAAAAAAAADs/GWEP87nII7U/s400/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Okies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ky was obviously thinking what kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shashimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this fish can become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRSq-sEmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B1N6q9XiapQ/s1600-h/IMG_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153896204788830818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRSq-sEmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B1N6q9XiapQ/s400/IMG_1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The look when girls don't get what they want -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRS6-sEnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X8RqhzKl4Nc/s1600-h/IMG_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153896209083798130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRS6-sEnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X8RqhzKl4Nc/s400/IMG_1009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRTq-sEpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S8cMIQN7ngQ/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153896221968700050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRTq-sEpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S8cMIQN7ngQ/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153896217673732738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4ZRTa-sEoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WyvbgeHdczI/s400/IMG_1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you haven't seen the pink dolphins, do go take a look at them. They are SO smart. For $15, you even get to take a picture right beside them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3 things i learnt today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. There's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt; at Dolphin Lagoon. If you drive, just drive there. Don't be like me.. Parked at the beach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt; and then bus there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Gosh fishes CAN BE DARN HUGE! Seeing is believing. Although i already knew they can be very big, but seeing them up close is a different experience all together. OH!! And through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;acrylic&lt;/span&gt; glass, the fishes appear to be smaller. In fact, they are 30% larger in real life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Dolphins are mammals&lt;/strong&gt;. YES I DID NOT KNOW THAT. They give birth and they can't breathe under water. I seriously thought dolphins are smarty fishes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; an unsolved mystery. How do they sleep? Someone please enlighten me. I do not want to appear foolish again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-5439858557820471622?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/5439858557820471622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=5439858557820471622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5439858557820471622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5439858557820471622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4stL6-sEqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OGMfomu4fTw/s72-c/IMG_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-5220323750917024244</id><published>2008-01-09T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:48:42.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Qiling!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. From accidental project mates to celebrating your birthday with ya. So stop lamenting on the fact you and Hilda were accidents. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Clarke quay at roughly 6pm (Me and KY were early. Again. Its a strange occurrence that's happening rather often recently) I swore I did not know the existence of Central at Clarke Quay. Ky and I are gonna go there again soon. Lots of good restaurants and shops there. Confusing place though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Ma Maison, recommended by Xin Wei - he basically eats there every now and then. I would too if I have the fianancial capability like him. Lol.. Its not exactly expensive there, but its not cheap either. Ma Maison fuses Japanese and Western together, and they definitely have their own fan base. Last I heard, many Jap expats lunch and dine there as if Ma Maison was their company canteen. -_- Rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. They are famous for their Hamburger Steak. HOWEVER. They come in 3 sizes. Normal, Large and Jumbo. ADVICE!! If you are looking for something for towards the steak feel, go for the normal or large size. Its highly recommended. Jumbo size is for greedy people like me and its truely hamburger style. They stuffed bread in the meat just like those meat patty. Its nice but loses abit of its taste. Sometimes.. Less is more. Oh and japanese sauce &gt; brown sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ma Maison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153551701167050978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4UX96-sEOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7FnSgSYJxFA/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153553324664688882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4UZca-sEPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/z4dq0fjeu9Q/s400/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Uauq-sEQI/AAAAAAAAABE/TsqneNot9X0/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153554737708929282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Uauq-sEQI/AAAAAAAAABE/TsqneNot9X0/s400/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4UavK-sERI/AAAAAAAAABM/OfXIKB4IGoU/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153554746298863890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4UavK-sERI/AAAAAAAAABM/OfXIKB4IGoU/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner we worked our way to Lunar Bar at Clarke Quay. I was drawn to it when I was told they play chinese Pop music and they got a great Live band there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153554750593831202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Uava-sESI/AAAAAAAAABU/xBVh0CEVzzU/s400/IMG_1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My throne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Uav6-sETI/AAAAAAAAABc/yUm8xpDyKG0/s1600-h/IMG_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153554759183765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Uav6-sETI/AAAAAAAAABc/yUm8xpDyKG0/s400/IMG_1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Queen! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4UawK-sEUI/AAAAAAAAABk/dVkpYl5zcSU/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153554763478733122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4UawK-sEUI/AAAAAAAAABk/dVkpYl5zcSU/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lu Lu (girl on extreme right) looks kinda like Zhao Wei. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153555223040233810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4UbK6-sEVI/AAAAAAAAABs/8iW75oMbY6k/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lunar Bar definitely is a new experience for me and KY. I kinda enjoy it. Lol.. Gosh.. Its been like 2 years since I last clubbed. Clubbing anyone? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-5220323750917024244?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/5220323750917024244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=5220323750917024244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5220323750917024244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/5220323750917024244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-qiling-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4UX96-sEOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7FnSgSYJxFA/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-1717756140712303963</id><published>2008-01-07T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:43:54.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more week to another semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its exactly 1 more week to the beginning of my next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow.. I am looking forward to it. o_O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope I get my marketing module.. If not my plans is gonna get screwed. Hoping.. hoping... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't been doing much this holiday.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ARGHHH&lt;/span&gt;.. I think signing up for singing classes is the most constructive thing i did for myself during this 1 month break. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Need to run. run.. run..... I have worked hard to get back in shape. I cannot lose it again. This is so ironic.. 5 years ago I was joking to everyone that no matter how hard i try i can never become fat. I was proud of my fitness. But now.. I am proud that I got back my fitness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my pics.. its really amazing how much I ballooned over these years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153503593238368434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="340" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4TsNq-sELI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YuvRYWJFOLk/s400/100_0077_r1.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back in JC days.. School soccer trainings kept me in shape! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153504516656337090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4TtDa-sEMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HusBW7fklIw/s400/IMGP2457.JPG" width="319" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The fatty days in Bintan =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm.. I realise I do not have any pics of myself now that shows the rewards of working out 3 times at the gym and clocking 3hrs of cardio a week. Plus having the benefit of training under a personal trainer. =P I will upload another time I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A healthy body is a healthy mind. Having gotten back my fitness feels as if I am given another chance to live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-1717756140712303963?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/1717756140712303963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=1717756140712303963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/1717756140712303963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/1717756140712303963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-more-week-to-another-semester.html' title='1 more week to another semester'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4TsNq-sELI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YuvRYWJFOLk/s72-c/100_0077_r1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297007970592044652.post-4612422353921446752</id><published>2008-01-06T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:42:43.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!!</title><content type='html'>Woots!! Can't believe I am doing this but.. Here I am. This is my first post on my first blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision to start blogging largely stems from me wanting to find a channel to air my thoughts. Alot of it has been going through my mind. And it all boils down to 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has been a meaningful year.. Lots of down, but i guess that it been a strong motivation for the progress i have made for myself thus far. All i can say is, life has taken a whole new meaning for me, and i wish to share this with all my loved ones and my beloved friends. Or those who still consider me as your friend. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the dinner table at kenneth's house, on the 1st Jan 2008, we shed light over what resolutions we want for the year 2008. Although some were obviously cheeky, and the more popular resolution being skinnier than whoever whoever. However, my resolution for 2008 is to be the be a better person. When those words left my mouth, it was greeted with a few 'awwww' and a few 'haha'. But I truely meant it. It may have sounded extremely cliche, but that what I will be striving for in the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye 2007..&lt;/strong&gt; I will remember the lessons taught to me. Its embedded in me, as a scar, as a reminder for who i was in the past. No, I did not commit any crime or done anything to ruin anyone's life (or maybe i did?). But i committed something most unforgiveable- for the past 21years, I have not a single moment treasured myself, and the life my parents have given me. Had I not realised it sooner, I would have been a burden to my already burdened loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2008. A better person I hope to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297007970592044652-4612422353921446752?l=alazandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/feeds/4612422353921446752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297007970592044652&amp;postID=4612422353921446752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/4612422353921446752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297007970592044652/posts/default/4612422353921446752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alazandro.blogspot.com/2008/01/woots-cant-believe-i-am-doing-this-but.html' title='Hello World!!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14538721842543621011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SHrs1Z4f1eg/R4Tmha-sEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/iXpF7iuaFBU/S220/andy+southpark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
