<?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-2020093177896888175</id><updated>2011-12-03T10:14:12.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Human</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4248448332985748186</id><published>2011-04-25T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:58:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Warriors</title><content type='html'>The upcoming General Elections has created a lot of buzz on the Internet. Even more so that now politicians are turning to social media to expound their proposed policies. The one politician (if we can really call her that) that has probably generated the most buzz of all has got to be Tin Pei Ling from PAP, who is contesting for Marine Parade GRC. This is mainly because of the image she has portrayed online, through her Facebook pictures, the way she has answered questions at Interviews, and her unexpected behaviour that did not seem befitting for a politician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples include her cutesy pictures posted on her page, the one which she poses with her Kate Spade bag being the most infamous, how she answered that her greatest regret in life is "not having brought her parents to RWS", and last but not least, saying "I don't know what to say" to a reporter and stamping her foot like a child. Such actions have prompted thousands of Singaporean netizens to criticize and diss her strongly on the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my point, that the Internet allows people to criticize others with no respite and no restrictions. Although the Internet has allowed more freedom of speech and a greater whirlwind of fresh ideas and opinions, it has also encouraged irresponsible speech in many different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and I were debating about Tin Pei Ling on my Facebook wall, and some brought up a point which I would like to highlight on this entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's been trolled on the internet enough dont you think? The chances of her winning the votes are extremely low after the whole media fiasco, theres no point spitting on someone thats already down and out. Do we really want to push her over the edge? shes young and inexperienced her entire life has changed in the past two months and she practically has no privacy any more. Even britney spears shaved her head and went on a crazy rampage when people did that to her and she was a super star. All im saying is i think the interwebz should back off abit before this girl cracks." - Syed Hyder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont think the internet has been fair to her. she's been the butt of all the jokes, every one has been just flaming her non stop, for her pictures, to her personal life which honestly, is unfair. Thing is, this lady hasn't said anything smart for any sorta reprieve. im not making fun of her, but her going into parliament like that would be unfair dont you think? i mean, i dont make fun of her, im just judging her based on her virtues and ideas, which honestly, are lacking. But yes, honestly, the internet community is absolutely trolling on PAP candidates." - Ian Toh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their points prove that the Internet and its users can really be very foolish and merciless as they carelessly air their thoughts online without thinking twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post with my response to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think that if you want to step on a pedestal like this and put yourself out for the public to scrutinize, you have to make sure that you are fit for the public to scrutinize. well the image that miss tin decided to put on is that of a bimbotic person trying her best to look less bimbotic, and if that is her decision, she has to be prepared for all kinds of insults that will go her way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even our dear emperor who has done so many wonderful things for our nation gets backlash all the time. even the most ridiculous insults that have no correlation to the bad or the good he has done. but i'm sure that he understands that because of his social status and his fame, this is what he must endure from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if miss tin cannot withstand the pressure of mere internet backlash, she really shouldn't be contesting. she should go home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4248448332985748186?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4248448332985748186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4248448332985748186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4248448332985748186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4248448332985748186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2011/04/internet-warriors.html' title='Internet Warriors'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2686076023561121287</id><published>2011-04-25T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:43:37.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inch Chua</title><content type='html'>As presented in class one fine day, Inch Chua is a friend of mine who has made it big with the help of the wonderful Internet. Inch Chua is an indie singer-songwriter who used to be in a rock band called Allura. After starting her solo music career, she found fame in less than a year because of the home-made videos of herself playing music that she had been posting on YouTube. The first video she put up features Allura's original song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iCXulegLvjE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she did a cover of YouTube sensation's David Choi's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Bxy8Ao2kzpA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From covering his song a year ago, she now works with him and his manager, having played shows with him and toured with him in USA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at her first music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LBx8Z7tl3nk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently she went to LA to meet Ashton Kutcher, his company, and other social media savvy youths who have achieved something great with the Internet, to discuss different ways social media can be used to better art, film, and music in time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2686076023561121287?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2686076023561121287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2686076023561121287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2686076023561121287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2686076023561121287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2011/04/inch-chua.html' title='Inch Chua'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iCXulegLvjE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2199866761542639570</id><published>2011-04-25T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:27:11.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakeweed Sessions</title><content type='html'>A couple of musicians and myself have teamed up together to create a series of acoustic music sessions that feature some of the world's best indie musicians and regional musicians. It is named "Snakeweed Sessions" because the recordings are done at Snakeweed Studios, Singapore's renowned indie studio. So far, the acts that are featured on the first season are Villagers (Ireland), Inch Chua (Singapore), Monster Cat (Singapore), and Rachael Yamagata (USA). Snakeweed Sessions was inspired by "Live on Abbey Road". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Villagers' session in which Conor O' Brien plays his hit "Becoming a Jackal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k-145pETAGo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sneak peek of Inch Chua's interview. Her sessions will launch on 29th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KZKE9lAgHfQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aim to share these videos on YouTube, Facebook, Vimeo, and Twitter, in hopes that such videos will go viral, just like how "Live on Abbey Road" is very viral. For them to go viral, it is fundamentally important for the material/product to be of a certain quality or standard. In other words it has to be extremely good. There are many forms of goodness. For example, it can be so bad it's good, so funny it's good, or so well-produced it's good. We believe that ours fall in the third category as I have mentioned. We engaged top-notch musicians and film makers for this project, to ensure that the videos will look good and sound good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2199866761542639570?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2199866761542639570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2199866761542639570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2199866761542639570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2199866761542639570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2011/04/snakeweed-sessions.html' title='Snakeweed Sessions'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k-145pETAGo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4023458289173308330</id><published>2011-03-17T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:26:08.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Android Phone</title><content type='html'>I recently got myself an Android with data plan, and I am absolutely amazed by how different life is with such easy access to the Internet anywhere and anytime. Life simply becomes so much more convenient! I never get lost anymore thanks to Google Maps and GPS, I know exactly where the nearest ATM is should I need to draw money, and that saves me loads of time. If I'm not sure of anything I see or hear, I can simply google it and get my answer instantly. I can also Facebook, network with people on the train, check for important emails and reply them. Life seriously has become so much easier with smart phones and internet on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have only gotten the Android for barely a month, I can already feel that I won't be able to live without it. The modern society has generally become so attached to technology. Honestly, I have to say that the phone is my best friend. The Internet is my best friend. I spend more time with the Internet than with anyone else. I surf the Internet when I'm travelling, when I'm waiting for someone, when I'm chilling after a meal... And then when I go home, I surf the Internet even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if that's where my soul has escaped to, the cyber world. My empty vessel simply travels from place to place, while my mind and my soul linger in the cyber world. It's quite a scary thought. But as scary the thought is, everyone around me including myself, does not seem to have any qualms doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4023458289173308330?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4023458289173308330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4023458289173308330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4023458289173308330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4023458289173308330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-android-phone.html' title='My New Android Phone'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5200333570526491089</id><published>2011-02-28T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:49:24.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business and the Internet</title><content type='html'>I recently started a music school with several of my music loving friends, and I must say that we owe a lot to the Internet. The Internet has made it amazingly easy to advertise for our school. We have a page on facebook, a Twitter profile, a website, etc etc etc... People know about us before we have even printed any posters or banners or organized any campaigns to promote ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, if advertising is easy for us, it is definitely easy for other music schools as well. I guess the trick lies in the knowledge of how to maximize the advantages of the Internet in the best way possible. Anybody knows how to use Twitter and Facebook, but whether they use it effectively is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is a good example of someone who does not know how to maximize the advantages of social networking sites to promote his business. He owns a dance school and has a facebook account for it. However, he retains his traditional mindset that "the Internet is a dangerous world and strange people might very much want to steal your private information and harm you." Therefore, his dance school's facebook profile is set to Private, and nobody else can see his profile except friends who have been vetted and added. As you can see in this scenario, the purpose of social networking for business is very much compromised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, do feel free to like my music school's page here: http://www.facebook.com/thunderrockschool&lt;br /&gt;and follow our Twitter here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twitter.com/thunderrocksch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Maximizing the advantages of the internet by getting as many eyeballs on my school's page as possible! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5200333570526491089?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5200333570526491089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5200333570526491089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5200333570526491089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5200333570526491089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2011/02/business-and-internet.html' title='Business and the Internet'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1653245486419135449</id><published>2011-02-15T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:48:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial-Up</title><content type='html'>I recall the year 2000 as we stepped into the 21st century. People around me were excited that we made it into the 2nd millenium. It signified milestones in technology, progress in society, and we thought we were the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, almost every household had a computer and internet connection. We thought we were so modern and stuff, but we were still using dial-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny now that we think about it, what with everyone connected to the internet with lightning quick broadband. Once upon a time, it took a person about 5 - 10 minutes to get connected. Now, we complain if we even have to wait for 30 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1653245486419135449?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1653245486419135449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1653245486419135449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1653245486419135449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1653245486419135449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2011/02/dial-up.html' title='Dial-Up'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1849689302551267866</id><published>2011-02-15T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:43:27.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1849689302551267866?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1849689302551267866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1849689302551267866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1849689302551267866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1849689302551267866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-8966689999354324437</id><published>2011-02-14T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:02:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet</title><content type='html'>The Internet is the new god. It has and still is changing our world drastically in so many ways, and this is undeniable. Today, it is easy for us to stay connected with all sorts of people from different walks of life. I know what Peter from NTU ate for lunch, simply because I met him once at an event and added him on Facebook. I also know that Sarah has just broken up with her boyfriend and is feeling suicidal right now. No she didn't confide in me. We didn't even talk to each other back in Secondary School. But I followed her on Twitter that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet is creating new cultures, breaking old boundaries, and building new ones. Just a few days ago, as I was having coffee with a group of close friends, one by one they started taking out their smart phones and became fixated on their phones even though they were surrounded physically by friends. Why? To surf the net of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet has created a technophiliac culture, where mankind has forgotten about the importance of real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-8966689999354324437?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8966689999354324437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=8966689999354324437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8966689999354324437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8966689999354324437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2011/02/internet.html' title='The Internet'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-6974910190739073844</id><published>2009-08-02T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:37:22.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spotted A Grammatical Mistake In TIME!!</title><content type='html'>But the team did at least &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;offered&lt;/span&gt; an educational explanation for this change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't it be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;offer&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-6974910190739073844?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6974910190739073844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=6974910190739073844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6974910190739073844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6974910190739073844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-spotted-grammatical-mistake-in-time.html' title='I Spotted A Grammatical Mistake In TIME!!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2332001366117612295</id><published>2009-08-01T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:04:03.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Surprise Myself Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SnMvqIUm5wI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DDt1AyzSZ1U/s1600-h/Low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SnMvqIUm5wI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DDt1AyzSZ1U/s400/Low.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364683981963323138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self photography is very fulfilling especially when the pictures come out insanely far from what you expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SnMx7Vd0WNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/TgZWtf4njfM/s1600-h/Sharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SnMx7Vd0WNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/TgZWtf4njfM/s400/Sharp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364686476572645586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2332001366117612295?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2332001366117612295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2332001366117612295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2332001366117612295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2332001366117612295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-surprise-myself-sometimes.html' title='I Surprise Myself Sometimes'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SnMvqIUm5wI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DDt1AyzSZ1U/s72-c/Low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-8027381626368164168</id><published>2009-07-28T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:49:05.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Talk To Myself When I'm Alone</title><content type='html'>My mum and I are extremely similar to each other in many ways. This is not necessarily a good thing because my mum is not exactly the easiest of people. But one vital difference that I like to believe in, is that my mum cares way too much. Whereas for me, I would like to believe that I care a lot less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this society, it is good to not care for things that hardly matter, but only for things that mean the world to you. It's so easy to get distracted today, as new and emerging temptations arise with our developing society. Sometimes it does delude one that there are too many things to care about. And one's mind and heart get overwhelmed as a result. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that we are often too trusting with things we think we can trust. Like for eg, people think that they can trust Facebook to help them "stay connected" with everyone else and have vibrant social lives. On the contrary, I think that Facebook has created a "2nd Life" for such people, as they are deluded into believing that they've got vibrant social lives. When you put such people into the real world, they will find that the person who will rescue him/her from some sort of distress may most likely be the one who does not comment on his/her facebook statuses every other hour. Or when such people are made to have real communication with real people, they probably can't go any further than, "So what did you have for lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that people trust too easily is perhaps what they see and what they hear. Most people do not understand that our eyes and ears are more deceptive than any other form of cunning. Sometimes we are just so quick to believe, too lazy to think further, and we only want to comprehend what we want to comprehend. Unfortunately at the end of the day, we become nothing but mere fools because we are unable to see things for what they really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-8027381626368164168?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8027381626368164168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=8027381626368164168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8027381626368164168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8027381626368164168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-talk-to-myself-when-im-alone.html' title='I Talk To Myself When I&apos;m Alone'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5491440171863609963</id><published>2009-07-26T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:33:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion</title><content type='html'>Religion is really making a huge fool out of itself these days. Look at the countless times religion has made headlines on the newspapers in a bad light in this year itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got psycho bitch Thio Su Mien trying to take over AWARE in order to spread her Christian belief that "homosexuality should not be condoned".&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the Christian couple going around distributing flyers which outrightly disrespects the faiths of others. They even have the audacity to distribute anti-Allah flyers to Muslim houses. Wtf is wrong with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous "Reverend" Ming Yi who is exposed for swindling the money of thousands of average well-meaning Buddhists out there, who used the hard-earned money of these poor souls to buy lavish cars and houses all over. It is just revealed today that he also spent money in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tanning salons&lt;/span&gt; and on pet horses in Australia. Wtf is wrong with this guy? Apart from the fact that despite his supposed tanning, he still looks fair and pasty and slimy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism has always been making a fool of Islam for god knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;Recently in Malaysia, a woman is going to be caned for drinking beer. So the womanizing by the government officials, the blatant corruption of Malaysian police, the robbery and murder of poor Singaporeans over there, all that are okay, but drinking beer is not. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention that Malaysia banned Muslims from practising yoga because it "contains corrupting elements of Hinduism"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously so far Hinduism is the only main religion here that has not touched the headlines yet this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will we see next? Ming Yi also has a Jackson-esque "Neverland" somewhere in Australia where he stores little boys? Thio Su Mien has a secret cock which no one knows about? I'm not surprised man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5491440171863609963?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5491440171863609963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5491440171863609963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5491440171863609963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5491440171863609963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/07/religion.html' title='Religion'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2731432065464767956</id><published>2009-07-25T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T03:18:43.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat @ Home</title><content type='html'>IADS played for the first time in a long time @ Home Club last night. It was good to watch them again. It was also good to hang out with people I haven't seen in ages! Except of course with the exception of some eyesores like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum on Sunday with Dewi n Djo? I certainly hope they can come. It would be fun. Afterall I haven't hung out with Dewi in a rather long time, what with our busy schedules and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that so far love lives of a couple of people are working out. :)  Hopefully it stays that way for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2731432065464767956?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2731432065464767956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2731432065464767956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2731432065464767956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2731432065464767956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/07/beat-home.html' title='Beat @ Home'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4676547550450857072</id><published>2009-07-22T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:43:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tallest Man, the Broadest Shoulders</title><content type='html'>When you're alone at home, you can't help but miss your man terribly. That just about sums up my day. Been missing him the whole damn day. I really love him you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4676547550450857072?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4676547550450857072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4676547550450857072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4676547550450857072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4676547550450857072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/07/tallest-man-broadest-shoulders.html' title='The Tallest Man, the Broadest Shoulders'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2784894449847903974</id><published>2009-06-18T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:17:41.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm generally rather tired of fair-weathered friends. Was looking thru photos of friends that were supposed to be close to me on facebook, and I just realized how out of the picture I am. I felt very left out and I dunno why I should be left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of always being the one that people expect to listen to their problems, help them in whatever thingum that they know I have the network or skill to handle, lend them money, etc etc... These are also strangely the people who hardly ever ask me to hang out just on a personal basis, or include me when it comes to "the fun activities". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be just someone that gets called to play mahjong just cuz u people are lacking one leg and srsly need a filler. I'm not just a filler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to close this chapter and move on with my life and concentrate on those friends I know who will not leave me to struggle with maintaining the friendship alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2784894449847903974?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2784894449847903974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2784894449847903974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2784894449847903974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2784894449847903974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-3601995958131209126</id><published>2009-06-07T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:53:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housemate???</title><content type='html'>Who wants to move in with Amran and I to Tampines? Cheap cheap. $525 a month only!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-3601995958131209126?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3601995958131209126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=3601995958131209126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3601995958131209126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3601995958131209126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/06/housemate.html' title='Housemate???'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1312817324142281628</id><published>2009-06-05T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:52:50.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an Easterner for the First Time!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, Amran and I are moving to Tampines!! End June.. :D  I'm gonna be an Easterner for the first time and am pretty excited about it. However, I am not too excited about the long(er) distance we'll have to travel to work and school. Especially my school, which is far far away in Clementi. :'(  I will have to wake up 3 hours before lesson time from now on. Sigh.. Which makes me worry about another thing, which is the late hours of my current part time job. How will I tahan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross my fingers, hopefully I can get the job that Eloise recommended, which pays 10/hr and I can work for shorter hours over the weekend. Then perhaps half my problems will be resolved for now. However, I'm not so sure if her employer would want me because of my current hairstyle. I'm almost quite sure they prefer the typical long-hair pretty bimbo-ish chicks, the standard type, just like all other such jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling rather down and out for the past few days, because of too much stress over studies, juggling with work, and worrying about future housing. Now we have one problem down pat, since we're confirmed going to move to Tampines. :D  But that also means more worries to come, such as settling everything, money... (money's always the root of all problems. srsly), furnishing the place.... ARgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes life a lot more fun I guess. I shall just worry about my Math Test on Monday, my COMS mid term on Tuesday, and Soci mid term on Thursday. Ahhh fuck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1312817324142281628?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1312817324142281628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1312817324142281628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1312817324142281628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1312817324142281628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-easterner-for-first-time.html' title='Being an Easterner for the First Time!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5665486861389080378</id><published>2009-05-24T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:33:28.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots To Do</title><content type='html'>I am strapped for time. Seriously. I've got homework to do, tests to study for, project deadlines to meet, work at night, a social life to maintain, boyfriend to attend to, mother to take care of.... Omg I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the extent of my exhaustion on Friday night when I came back from work. I took a bath and just sprawled out on the bed, really too tired to think of anything else or do anything else. It was so awesome to lie on the comfortable white sheets, and I realized I didn't have the opportunity to relax like this in such a long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, even my weekends are jam-packed with activities. I also have to work on weekend nights, and weekends are the only time I can do homework or study for tests. And I also need to allocate time for leisure to make sure that I do not burn out. Yes, leisure is very important to me. I need to maintain a balanced lifestyle so that I do not become a frazzled unhappy chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be glad to have a busy schedule like this now to match up with Amran's. We were having some problems in our relationship a little while back because Amran was forever so busy, and I was so fucking free with nothing to do while waiting for school to start. Yellow Pages seriously had nothing for me to do. So there were some problems when I felt incredibly bored and restless but he wasn't there to help me occupy my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells Dewi would know best about the situation then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayz time to go study. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5665486861389080378?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5665486861389080378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5665486861389080378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5665486861389080378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5665486861389080378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/05/lots-to-do.html' title='Lots To Do'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5604752800165522537</id><published>2009-05-18T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:16:14.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Evening with Natasha</title><content type='html'>I am really glad I hung out with Natasha yesterday evening. After almost 2 years, we met up again and caught up on life! What a lot has happened to us since the last time we spoke. It's great to know that we can still get along and talk a lot together just like in the old times. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy for us to drift apart because we have such different lifestyles now, without school to bring us together. I am an attached person who is quite a full time girlfriend, and have band commitments and work commitments. Plus we have different interests. I am into the local music scene, and all things music, whereas my close friends from secondary school don't have much interest in that. (Well Nat used to be interested but now not so much... right? heh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like as compared to my secondary school mates, I have already drifted off so far away. I feel like I'm so different from most of them now. The only people I am still in contact with are Nat and Jue, and perhaps Christine. And that's pretty much about it. 3 people only. When I look at their facebook photos and all that, I just feel so detached. When I hear about gossip about them, in my mind I can't help but think, "I'm so far away from this. I don't even think about things like that anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps having a different lifestyle and an older boyfriend makes me not think of things like that anymore. So now I'm in a completely different world. Which is not a bad thing at all.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after hanging out with Nat last night, I came to realize and appreciate what a mature and grounded person Nat is. Seriously. Any guy who wins her heart will really be a lucky guy. But hopefully it's not some random douche from a club. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5604752800165522537?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5604752800165522537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5604752800165522537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5604752800165522537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5604752800165522537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-evening-with-natasha.html' title='Sunday Evening with Natasha'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-675373104754335895</id><published>2009-05-01T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:26:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indus Gendi @ The Concourse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SfnfNMY8hHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GT7rmWkNrkc/s1600-h/indus+ATC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SfnfNMY8hHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GT7rmWkNrkc/s400/indus+ATC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330537051726840946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-675373104754335895?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/675373104754335895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=675373104754335895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/675373104754335895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/675373104754335895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/05/indus-gendi-concourse.html' title='Indus Gendi @ The Concourse'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SfnfNMY8hHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GT7rmWkNrkc/s72-c/indus+ATC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-6325018075464521159</id><published>2009-04-26T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:26:45.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of Hibernation</title><content type='html'>I lost $57 in mahjong last night to Jue Ling and Christine. Therefore I am going into hibernation for 10 days. I've never lost so much in mahjong before. D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is retribution for winning $45 in a previous mahjong game with Aaron Travers and Dom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I think I shall not go for the lame games school orientation on Tuesday. Because I have to pay $25 or something like that. I don't think it's necessary according to Travers and Dom. I will just go for the morning session to listen to the talks in case I miss out on something important. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see the boyfriend tonight. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-6325018075464521159?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6325018075464521159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=6325018075464521159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6325018075464521159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6325018075464521159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-of-hibernation.html' title='1st day of Hibernation'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5979677832197883066</id><published>2009-04-24T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:01:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Elmo</title><content type='html'>Feelin' rather emo at the moment. :(   The feeling will pass I know. Just gotta wait it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish I had more time and money to spare to catch up with a lot of friends that matter to me, used to matter to me a great deal and still do. But a lot of times, I either have to be busy doing something else, or I am too broke to go out. And as this cycle continues, the friendship just gradually dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my own revelation, that relationships with people that matter to you is also like an assignment with a deadline, just that the deadline comes like a thief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always take the people around us for granted, thinking that they are always there, thinking that there is no expiry date for the relationship. But it's not true. It really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I thought this way, only to realize I have already lost the person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always think that immediate assignments for school or jobs are way more important to complete than completing the invisible assignments in our individual relationships. So we put those invisible assignments aside and always spend all our time and energy in school or at work. But at the end of the day, when your time comes to an end, what or who do you want at your deathbed? Your career, or your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people forget that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people I want to catch up with or spend more time with... Mum, Sam, Dad, Ah Ye, Jue Ling, Wee Kiat, Natasha, Nic, Dewi, it's a never ending list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5979677832197883066?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5979677832197883066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5979677832197883066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5979677832197883066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5979677832197883066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/emo-elmo.html' title='Emo Elmo'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4184883601373848356</id><published>2009-04-23T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:27:45.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Who You Are. Shouldn't You Be Doing Something More Useful Given Your Age?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday the boyfriend, my mum, and I went for a movie, 17 Again. AK and I agreed that Zac Efron can actually act a lot better than he looks! Not bad at all for someone borne out of a series like High School Musical. Come to think of it, he is also the only one from High School Musical who has secured himself with numerous gigs. Hopefully he makes it far and matures into a Leonardo Dicaprio or George Clooney, rather than fading away into obscurity like many teenage starlets do. He does have the potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Se_t7_xxBWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/j8xVsKTx3kY/s1600-h/zac-efron-portada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Se_t7_xxBWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/j8xVsKTx3kY/s400/zac-efron-portada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327738499190818146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy or what!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum wants to watch Fame next. Guess I will bring her for that as well. I need to spend more time with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4184883601373848356?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4184883601373848356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4184883601373848356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4184883601373848356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4184883601373848356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-who-you-are-shouldnt-you-be.html' title='I Know Who You Are. Shouldn&apos;t You Be Doing Something More Useful Given Your Age?'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Se_t7_xxBWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/j8xVsKTx3kY/s72-c/zac-efron-portada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-9008799379817029623</id><published>2009-04-21T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:32:26.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiok or What!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFYl3Ho41P0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFYl3Ho41P0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gonna start practising singing while playing tambourine. Basik basik!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-9008799379817029623?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/9008799379817029623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=9008799379817029623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/9008799379817029623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/9008799379817029623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/shiok-or-what.html' title='Shiok or What!!!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-8890652888327645666</id><published>2009-04-17T17:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:41:01.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentssss.... :D</title><content type='html'>I think girliness is my true nature because I'm feeling extremely girly these days, what with turning 21 and all. Yes, despite my hair. I feel all giggly and girly and happy with presents I have received. Perhaps I am feeling very happy to feel loved. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehKfQLdyJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aJLMIKib7q8/s1600-h/IMG_2804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehKfQLdyJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aJLMIKib7q8/s400/IMG_2804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325588460145068178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first present I got on the 16th of April was from him, as mentioned in the previous entry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehKycCB5II/AAAAAAAAAOg/Lyvdl09-fhA/s1600-h/IMG_2816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehKycCB5II/AAAAAAAAAOg/Lyvdl09-fhA/s400/IMG_2816.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325588789744231554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently AK organized this gathering thingy and asked people to come down to hang out with me, one of whom was my brother. I had no idea about this, and the fact that my brother bothered to come down was itself a wonderful present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehLQ2xWgeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/e9qZ7ytys7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehLQ2xWgeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/e9qZ7ytys7Q/s400/IMG_2825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325589312318112226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy's present. :D  I can totally die earlier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehLmAYyjBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DOvbXcRmi1k/s1600-h/IMG_2826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehLmAYyjBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DOvbXcRmi1k/s400/IMG_2826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325589675676699666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people coming down to hang was also a present on it's own. Because honestly, I didn't expect anyone to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehNaTa1q4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/_2OQ4bJuD_A/s1600-h/IMG_2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehNaTa1q4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/_2OQ4bJuD_A/s400/IMG_2844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591673650391938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake from Lesley and Errol. Damn sweet of them. Cuz they got me Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella also. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehNxwVCqmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pQBHwiURwto/s1600-h/IMG_2847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehNxwVCqmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pQBHwiURwto/s400/IMG_2847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325592076547697250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehODBcpGgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5_8yFh5h5rw/s1600-h/IMG_2845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehODBcpGgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5_8yFh5h5rw/s400/IMG_2845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325592373200755202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink flowery E wooden signage from Dewi. There was a nice note at the back of it too! Love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehOdK79WeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7y88rdsNZPc/s1600-h/IMG_2849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehOdK79WeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7y88rdsNZPc/s400/IMG_2849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325592822424623586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book about intuition from Nick. There's another present from him too but it shall not be divulged. :D  Time to watch cups melt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-8890652888327645666?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8890652888327645666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=8890652888327645666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8890652888327645666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8890652888327645666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/presentssss-d.html' title='Presentssss.... :D'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SehKfQLdyJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aJLMIKib7q8/s72-c/IMG_2804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1616678733213720151</id><published>2009-04-16T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:41:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Turn 21 Today! Yay!</title><content type='html'>It's only 10.36am and I already feel pretty damn good. :D  &lt;br /&gt;Got some wishes from friends via sms and facebook, and it was nice to know that people remembered or bothered. There were even wishes from the most unexpected people (people I didn't expect would remember!!) like XM, and Babes. Twas nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got an awesome birthday present from my baby last night. Anna Sui's Flight of Fancy perfume! &lt;i&gt;"For the girl who has so many flights of fancies,"&lt;/i&gt; he said.  :')&lt;br /&gt;Romantik or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post up some pictures but I think he took the camera with him this morning. :(  &lt;br /&gt;Would be going for sushi buffet lunch with Nicksome and Fezzsome in a bit! Wanted to take pictures but alas, no camera. But that's alright. Sushi looks the same everywhere. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be feeling happy today. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1616678733213720151?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1616678733213720151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1616678733213720151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1616678733213720151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1616678733213720151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-turn-21-today-yay.html' title='I Turn 21 Today! Yay!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-6535368874251202901</id><published>2009-04-14T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:28:26.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Springcleaning</title><content type='html'>Did some bit of springcleaning on my MSN contact list. Blocked and deleted some. Didn't see why there should be such idiots on my list anyways. So if you are reading this, and realized that I haven't been online, then you know where you stand. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burn the bridges I don't need to cross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-6535368874251202901?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6535368874251202901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=6535368874251202901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6535368874251202901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6535368874251202901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/springcleaning.html' title='Springcleaning'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-338208024732887119</id><published>2009-04-10T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:24:42.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Experiment 1.1</title><content type='html'>Doing my hair this way has evoked strong reactions from many and it is very interesting because you can tell the character (or at least a lil bit of) of the reacting person through their different reactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were pretty opinionated and dished out a whole lotta opinions on how I should have done my hair, because "oh you should have dyed it brown so that it contrasts with your pale skin", or "you should have bleached it a brighter colour to make it look fiercer"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how all the opinions greatly differ from each other. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the day, why depend on the opinions of people, when your decision concerns yourself and not others? The bottomline is, have faith in your own decision because this decision defines you as a person. Love thyself, love thy decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-338208024732887119?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/338208024732887119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=338208024732887119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/338208024732887119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/338208024732887119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/social-experiment-11.html' title='Social Experiment 1.1'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-3843008902222125999</id><published>2009-04-09T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:11:45.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Experiment 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SdzaxaXtWnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t2x1UlKI604/s1600-h/IMG_2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SdzaxaXtWnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t2x1UlKI604/s400/IMG_2700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322369402072291954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fezzie - tokyo says: (12:58:56 AM)&lt;br /&gt;what do ppl feel about ur hair? have u go on an experiment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:00:25 AM)&lt;br /&gt;haha got a lot of comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:00:35 AM)&lt;br /&gt;amran says i can audition for a role as an alien in some movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:00:40 AM)&lt;br /&gt;errol says i look like GI Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:00:51 AM)&lt;br /&gt;my sec sch bestie says i look like a fierce model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:00:58 AM)&lt;br /&gt;like u know tyra banks always like to say "fierce!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:01:18 AM)&lt;br /&gt;my other bestie, nic, (not nick) says i should keep it cuz i got a nice head shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fezzie - tokyo says: (1:01:34 AM)&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:01:45 AM)&lt;br /&gt;and there are the typical comments like "why did u do it esther??? what happened to you??/?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:02:11 AM)&lt;br /&gt;nick says i look like london ah beng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther - mah jiang says: (1:02:11 AM)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-3843008902222125999?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3843008902222125999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=3843008902222125999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3843008902222125999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3843008902222125999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/social.html' title='Social Experiment 1'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SdzaxaXtWnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t2x1UlKI604/s72-c/IMG_2700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7928807568514196768</id><published>2009-04-08T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:34:53.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>- Shave bald&lt;br /&gt;- Social experiment (buy clothes from Bugis and old fashioned ugly specs)&lt;br /&gt;- Anemal Voodoo EP&lt;br /&gt;- Preparation of Indus' acoustic gig at Esplanade (first ever Esplanade gig!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Write new material for Thursdays and Fridays&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore Idol 3 with Hafyz Tajuddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans plans here I come! I'm ready for a revolution. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7928807568514196768?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7928807568514196768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7928807568514196768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7928807568514196768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7928807568514196768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/04/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7977569836682636579</id><published>2009-03-29T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:26:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks girls</title><content type='html'>Thanks Dewi and Dee Dee.  :)  You girls saved my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7977569836682636579?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7977569836682636579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7977569836682636579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7977569836682636579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7977569836682636579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-girls.html' title='Thanks girls'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-3693902817968090960</id><published>2009-03-20T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:27:33.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinematic Orchestra</title><content type='html'>Watching them tonight, and I CAN'T WAIT!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things look better from here on. Need to reposition my head a little bit. Meanwhile, I shall indulge in Nissin cup noodles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Race to Witch Hill with the Adam last night. I liked the movie. I think it was very entertaining and I like the alien girl very much. I think she acts very well and is very pretty. She doesn't overact like Dakota Fanning. So that's cool. She acted in Bridge to Terabithia, which is another movie I loved. Too bad she died in that movie. But she died for a purpose. Just like everyone else in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her name is AnnaSophia Robb and this is how she looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/ScNE5x04DaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vBmkoWoyqyE/s1600-h/anasophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/ScNE5x04DaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vBmkoWoyqyE/s400/anasophia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315167744645664162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty or what!! Just look at her uniquely-shaped eyes! Visit her website here: http://www.annasophiarobb.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cool. She went India and hung out with the Indians. Hopefully she doesn't become like a Lindsay Lohan or Paris Hilton when she's older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-3693902817968090960?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3693902817968090960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=3693902817968090960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3693902817968090960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3693902817968090960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinematic-orchestra.html' title='Cinematic Orchestra'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/ScNE5x04DaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vBmkoWoyqyE/s72-c/anasophia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-8204088112370034393</id><published>2009-03-19T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:55:51.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/ScG0ApHV24I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kqCUuhpeuwY/s1600-h/maccampaign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/ScG0ApHV24I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kqCUuhpeuwY/s400/maccampaign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314726958403541890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bloody good picture for some Mac Campaign. Pity it's so blur. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out www.myspace.com/iamdavidsparkle for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-8204088112370034393?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8204088112370034393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=8204088112370034393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8204088112370034393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8204088112370034393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/mac-campaign.html' title='Mac Campaign'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/ScG0ApHV24I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kqCUuhpeuwY/s72-c/maccampaign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1136941009494353006</id><published>2009-03-17T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:52:10.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>The IADS boys left for the States this morning, along with the Kittywu folks, Leonard Soosay, Junaidi as drum tech, and John Ling. I will miss them (actually just him, hehe.. and maybe the Kittywu folks..) to the cores of the earth. I hope they will be safe. And most important of all, I hope they kickass in America and show them what Singapore's got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when they get back, AK won't become some rockstar overnight and have millions of shows and millions of girls throwing themselves at him next time. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mel James and I went to watch a world gig at the Mosaic Music Festival. We particularly enjoyed this World artiste from America, Omega. She is just damn awesome, along with her sessionists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Sb_GOZeIbsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z1TSHBO2o3U/s1600-h/omega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Sb_GOZeIbsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z1TSHBO2o3U/s400/omega.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314184035978211010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she sang in Lugandian, her mother tongue, I still felt inspired and moved by her music. I still felt like I somehow understood what she was trying to say. I think perhaps this is what true music does to you. It is when it becomes the universal language which everyone can somehow understand and feel touched by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like practicing singing everyday now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1136941009494353006?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1136941009494353006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1136941009494353006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1136941009494353006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1136941009494353006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Sb_GOZeIbsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z1TSHBO2o3U/s72-c/omega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-3565377239762794260</id><published>2009-03-14T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:26:20.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Up To Expectations</title><content type='html'>But what expectations? Why is there a constant pressure to live up to other people's expectations when nobody should be expecting anything out of your miserable life apart from you yourself? Why are we so afraid of another, when we are not so different after all? What is there to be afraid of? At the end of the day, we end up at the same place in the same state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not so different from a piece of wood, or a bar of gold, or a wilting flower, or a new-born calf. Humans should really stop making such a big deal out of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't help but wonder, why God created us to have all these different kinds of emotions and characteristics. Above all, why did God create us with stark consciousness? Why make us such proud creatures when at the end of the day, we are in fact so truly insignificant and forgettable as compared to the whole universe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do stars feel pride before they die? Are they willing to let go of the energy they will gradually cease to have when they die? Are stars proud too? Or do they graciously accept their destinies and give it up quietly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is one of the many things I will never find out before I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-3565377239762794260?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3565377239762794260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=3565377239762794260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3565377239762794260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3565377239762794260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-up-to-expectations.html' title='Living Up To Expectations'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-6820666571695463497</id><published>2009-03-13T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:17:14.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaHaHa</title><content type='html'>I find it strangely amusing at how all these people try to make other people's business their own business. I mean, so what if I got a job at XX company? So what if I know this guy? So what if I'm doing this and doing that? How is that any of your business? Do I know you very well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I just can't see how knowing all these things about me will help you in your own life. Unless you idolize me or something and you want to learn something from me. Haha.. But from the looks of things, I don't think so. You people are just annoyingly nosy because you guys kinda need a life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be very young. But I am no fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-6820666571695463497?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6820666571695463497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=6820666571695463497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6820666571695463497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6820666571695463497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahaha.html' title='HaHaHa'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7874273871164468366</id><published>2009-03-08T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:24:00.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ergh</title><content type='html'>the band playing now is called Velvet Vendetta and they suck big time. Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7874273871164468366?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7874273871164468366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7874273871164468366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7874273871164468366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7874273871164468366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/ergh.html' title='Ergh'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1496633498770375804</id><published>2009-03-06T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:09:06.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila is crazy</title><content type='html'>We had a close shave with death last night. We were at a club, Route 196, and then we hopped into a cab to go back to the dorm. And it was just our luck to get this really stupid taxi driver who couldn't really understand English. So we told him, just drive us to Metrodorm, near Ortiga Centre, thinking that he would at least know the areas in his own hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after driving for quite a while, and realizing that we are in an area that is not familiar anymore, Amran asked the taxi driver, "Do you know where you're going?" The stupid taxi driver said in a really small voice, "errr... I'm not pretty sure..." CCB!!! Not pretty sure then just quietly keep on driving???/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told him to drive to Julia Vargas Rd (or something that sounds like that) and he said okokokok.. So in the middle of the fucking highway, HE REVERSED!!!! And we heard a loud and long horn from behind us (like the kind of horn u hear from trains), and a fucking cement truck SPED past us. It was only INCHES away from us. This cement truck was fucking speeding okay? And this stupid taxi driver reversed on a fucking highway!! The cement truck was so bloody close to smashing us to smithereens! We were all like WTF??!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everybody was holding each other damn tightly, and the taxi driver managed to reverse out onto the main highway, and he continued driving. This stupid taxi driver didn't know where Julia Vargas Rd was, and drove us to some ghetto area. For those of you who didn't know, Philippines has a fucking high crime rate and the street people can just mug foreigners any time with guns! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then stopped at the side of the road and asked 2 dodgy looking men for directions. And one of them had a fucking huge hole in his jeans, so huge that if he were not wearing undies, we would be able to see a full view of his cock! We laughed for a while, and didn't even dare to continue laughing because we were worried that the guy would notice us laughing at his pants and get pissed and ask us to come out of the cab and shoot us dead. We were fucking lucky for the second time that they did not decide to rob us there and then. They could have, since the useless cabbie couldn't have done anything as well since he was so small-sized and weak and STUPID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking for directions, the taxi drove out of the ghetto onto the highway again. Then suddenly for some reason, the cabbie said "ahhh... *some unheard muttering*" softly, and started to veer SLOWLY from the left of the highway to the RIGHT of the highway. And all the while, there are huge lorries and trucks speeding past us okay??? And for the third lucky time, a cargo lorry barely missed us! The driver of the cargo lorry wound down his window and shouted curses at the taxi driver, which I felt he fully deserved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove on, and if not for Deedee's good observation skills by noticing the correct road we were supposed to turn into, we would have been driven to the Abu Sayaff territory in Philippines and died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one helluva roller coaster ride and it was scarier than any roller coaster ride I've been on man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1496633498770375804?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1496633498770375804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1496633498770375804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1496633498770375804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1496633498770375804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/manila-is-crazy.html' title='Manila is crazy'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2523029204304810171</id><published>2009-03-04T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:11:40.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot.</title><content type='html'>Gonna start working out regularly. Must be fit must be fit must be fit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2523029204304810171?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2523029204304810171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2523029204304810171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2523029204304810171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2523029204304810171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/cannot.html' title='Cannot.'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4607308568413729309</id><published>2009-03-02T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:49:42.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Nice Knowing You. I Hope You Are In a Better Place, Wherever it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Sau3-Hc-HsI/AAAAAAAAANw/sP4MryGj8cM/s1600-h/indus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Sau3-Hc-HsI/AAAAAAAAANw/sP4MryGj8cM/s400/indus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308538863566593730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Arul, thanks for taking these pictures for us the other day. And also putting in the extra effort to photoshop them and make them brighter looking. Though I told Adam and Leonard that we would get you drinks someday, but guess you got promoted earlier than us, so we didn't get the chance to. Good luck to you wherever you are now, or are headed to. Hopefully it's way funner and happier in the alternate realm. See you there in XX years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4607308568413729309?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4607308568413729309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4607308568413729309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4607308568413729309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4607308568413729309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-nice-to-know-you-i-hope-you-are.html' title='It Was Nice Knowing You. I Hope You Are In a Better Place, Wherever it is.'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/Sau3-Hc-HsI/AAAAAAAAANw/sP4MryGj8cM/s72-c/indus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-589127504407570752</id><published>2009-02-26T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:36:01.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why doesn't anyone like us? I don't understand. Why? Can someone please enlighten me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-589127504407570752?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/589127504407570752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=589127504407570752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/589127504407570752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/589127504407570752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5961060220798828215</id><published>2009-02-23T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:44:16.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dozing Off zzzz</title><content type='html'>This morning when I opened the room door, I saw Limpet lying outside the toilet, all fat and fluffy. And for some reason, I felt all warm and fluffy and happy inside. So I smiled at Limpet and said, "Hello cutie poo!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just happier to see Limpet outside rather than Mittens. Because I am constantly afraid of Mittens taking a swipe at my leg. (He has tried to do so before. But I screamed and jumped back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpet's the only cat that would follow me into the toilet and cuddle against my leg when I pee also. But then after that if I take too long, he would start mewing annoyingly at the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need some chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5961060220798828215?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5961060220798828215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5961060220798828215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5961060220798828215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5961060220798828215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/02/dozing-off-zzzz.html' title='Dozing Off zzzz'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-3869899485741803574</id><published>2009-02-22T12:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:41:14.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Your World on the Waterfront</title><content type='html'>Last night was a pretty smooth performance with the Groovy People on the Waterfront. AK said that he was surprised with the performance and actually felt that it was awesome. It must have been pretty alright for AK to say these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDc7U5g16I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qPVVeA6u4e0/s1600-h/IMG_0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDc7U5g16I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qPVVeA6u4e0/s320/IMG_0603.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305483272822773666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from left to right, that's me on keyboard plus backup vocals, James on lead guitar 1, Kevin on rhythm guitar plus vocals, Brian on bass, Thomas on lead guitar 2 plus backup vocals, and Han Quan at the back playing drums. Sadly you can't see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDd_qlBr_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SgBgcHvArCk/s1600-h/IMG_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDd_qlBr_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SgBgcHvArCk/s320/IMG_0624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305484446873530354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture where you can kinda see Han Quan's head. I dunno what Kevin is doing. He looks like he's performing a magic trick or sth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDhwLDfIGI/AAAAAAAAANA/_fLDht_ibB0/s1600-h/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDhwLDfIGI/AAAAAAAAANA/_fLDht_ibB0/s320/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305488578759827554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AK said I looked very bored during the performance. I can now see why through this photo. Hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDitQWBLrI/AAAAAAAAANI/x8jI1dk_A5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDitQWBLrI/AAAAAAAAANI/x8jI1dk_A5Y/s320/IMG_0630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305489628151754418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I'm falling asleep! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDjJh3fz0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/F4Ad7_cm-_U/s1600-h/IMG_0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDjJh3fz0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/F4Ad7_cm-_U/s320/IMG_0596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305490113891913538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before us was King Kong Jane. I dunno why the pictures Amran took of them are so clear, whereas ours all blur blur one. Hmph! I kinda liked the song, Lemonade, by King Kong Jane. It's got a rather catchy chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDjrz6RgKI/AAAAAAAAANY/VXig5UrBZUk/s1600-h/IMG_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDjrz6RgKI/AAAAAAAAANY/VXig5UrBZUk/s320/IMG_0599.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305490702850949282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay a blur photo of KKJ! =D Anyway, judging from the initials of King Kong Jane, you should know what their name truly means. Hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDkJapGTDI/AAAAAAAAANg/wcgxby38ITk/s1600-h/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDkJapGTDI/AAAAAAAAANg/wcgxby38ITk/s320/IMG_0601.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305491211464100914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blur photos of KKJ! Amran and I agreed that the vocalist has a certain charm about him. Vocalist of En-X got a lot to learn from him. How to be charming without trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Stentorian after us. However I was very kan chiong to go home and check my mail after Arif told me that Esplanade emailed us. Therefore we did not stay to watch them. Though I must say Stentorian got power vocalist and keyboardist and grooves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDlUX4M8xI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZY6D68gSUL4/s1600-h/Stentorian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDlUX4M8xI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZY6D68gSUL4/s320/Stentorian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305492499212333842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole this cool picture from their Myspace. Nice concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-3869899485741803574?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3869899485741803574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=3869899485741803574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3869899485741803574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3869899485741803574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/02/rock-your-world-on-waterfront.html' title='Rock Your World on the Waterfront'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SaDc7U5g16I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qPVVeA6u4e0/s72-c/IMG_0603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5412566503489412246</id><published>2009-02-10T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:12:03.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe It's Only Tuesday</title><content type='html'>My life is revolving around damnsian.com as much as the lives of NS guys revolve around army. Most of the things I think about these days are about damnsian.com. When I blog, I can only think of damnsian.com. I am about to die. No, this is not the way. My brain is exhausted at the moment. Need to crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to develop the content for the music section for Damnsian.com. It's a site that's gonna be started from scratch. And there are so many limitations, plus I have no experience in this aspect. Never worked for a magazine or a webzine before. This is where it starts I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Live "n" Loaded later to watch Dewi (Marchtwelve). I am thinking of interviewing Dewi and Jo, and Jon Chan and Sham for content for damnsian.com. I am actually having a headache thinking of what to put in damnsian.com music section. I thought it would be easier. But I guess I'm just not being focused enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm underperforming at work and I feel like I need to continue working from home. Is it just me? But I really feel that I have not achieved much. Especially today. I need to set up a few goals. Such as this: Make damnsian.com a hot site. Make local music hot as a result of damnsian.com. Are these achievable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5412566503489412246?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5412566503489412246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5412566503489412246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5412566503489412246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5412566503489412246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-believe-its-only-tuesday.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe It&apos;s Only Tuesday'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4567990292146055635</id><published>2009-02-08T14:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:55:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jia Yi I'll Miss You</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends from poly is going to Australia to study and I will miss her very much. Her name is Lim Jia Yi and I will miss her fatty arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6DeCvXXtI/AAAAAAAAALw/mkq4JFeaSWU/s1600-h/IMG_0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6DeCvXXtI/AAAAAAAAALw/mkq4JFeaSWU/s320/IMG_0569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300318363616501458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also her smug face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6GacEL9bI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-aFeYNyPznY/s1600-h/IMG_0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6GacEL9bI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-aFeYNyPznY/s320/IMG_0582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300321600230127026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all, her ah lian leopard print style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6HAntLajI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ei_Z_Zp-K1k/s1600-h/IMG_0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6HAntLajI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ei_Z_Zp-K1k/s320/IMG_0578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300322256189876786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a few of us, Shao Chong, Nic Jia Yi and I, went out for possibly the last time before she goes to Australia on Tuesday. A pity that JK and Bonk could not/did not want to join us. =(  It would be nice if all of us could hang out one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch Underworld 3 and it was a pretty enjoyable movie. Makes me want to watch Underworld 1 and Underworld 2 again. Though Nic and SC thinks it's a stupid movie with a bad storyline. The movie did remind me of the time when Bonk, Nic, JY and I went to watch Underworld 2 together. And JY kept screaming throughout the whole movie. Then Bonk kept making fun of her after that. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I will miss JY's inconsiderate noisiness when watching movies too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to take Neoprint after that as well. This is something that JY and I were always most willing to do, but something that the guys hated. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shao Chong has conquered JY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6NVPf6ZKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/30ZOHwcMwLo/s1600-h/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6NVPf6ZKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/30ZOHwcMwLo/s320/IMG_0584.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300329207538803874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic obviously does not want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6Nzsru71I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kBFrgwLHQ98/s1600-h/IMG_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6Nzsru71I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kBFrgwLHQ98/s320/IMG_0583.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300329730769088338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parting photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6OpRoD5nI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZJrGiwR5gPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6OpRoD5nI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZJrGiwR5gPQ/s320/IMG_0586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300330651218863730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6PE8u_mYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XhLex9tDU2o/s1600-h/IMG_0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6PE8u_mYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XhLex9tDU2o/s320/IMG_0587.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300331126647134594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6Pg7mCZwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cSynTBQuyBM/s1600-h/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6Pg7mCZwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cSynTBQuyBM/s320/IMG_0589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300331607377471234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty JY, please take good care of yourself when you are in Brisbane. Over there nobody to take care of you. Please avoid racists and tame your guai lan behaviour down. And have good safe sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4567990292146055635?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4567990292146055635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4567990292146055635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4567990292146055635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4567990292146055635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/02/jia-yi-ill-miss-you.html' title='Jia Yi I&apos;ll Miss You'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SY6DeCvXXtI/AAAAAAAAALw/mkq4JFeaSWU/s72-c/IMG_0569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4156847639598579388</id><published>2009-02-05T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:36:46.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired!</title><content type='html'>Moving to Digital Business means a great change in job scope and a very different life from Callcentre life. It's a really great change for me because everyday is so much busier than usual. There's always something to do, something more to learn. Time flies by and before I know it, the day is over. And in fact it feels like even with 9hrs a day, I'm unable to finish my work. It's not like in Callcentre, where time crawls by very very slowly, even though it's the same 9 hrs a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels very much more fulfilling to work under Bruce now. When my paycheque comes in, I should really get Stanley a small little token of appreciation for helping me move to Digi Biz. He didn't have to but he was kind and stuff. Maybe it's cuz he has kids himself and he could empathize with other kids? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't help but wonder what it would be like next time if I had kids. Would I be able to be more compassionate next time? Would I be more forgiving towards irritating kids like Shigga Shay? Would I kill my kid before he turns 13 so that I don't have to go through the torment of living with a teenager? (The murdering idea is from Amran not me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw in case you dunno who Shigga Shay is, here's his Myspace link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/shiggashay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Poser, kid living in denial, or talented young kid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4156847639598579388?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4156847639598579388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4156847639598579388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4156847639598579388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4156847639598579388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired.html' title='Tired!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4386932868879106542</id><published>2009-02-02T13:44:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:02:38.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnsian.com</title><content type='html'>I am currently helping my colleague, Jacyln, with developing content for this website. I must say that it is really quite some fun work. Am really looking forward to watching this website grow into something better, something that people will actually go to when they are bored, or when they need some info that Damnsian provides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expected myself to work in Yellow Pages but I must say that this is the best job I've had in the few years of my life. Though it has nothing at all related to my true passion, music. That is unless the bosses and Jacyln really decide to add in a section for music and entertainment. Then woootttss!! Add all the local music stuff in! Yay Yay Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, local music is really rising these days, what with Live and Loaded and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Texas and Back last Saturday was so fucking awesome. I have never seen Homeclub so packed before, packed to the brim, spilling out of the club! I am very proud to say that my super capable boyfriend and his band and his label Kittywu has raised a whopping $4K with the help of donations from kind people who understood their plight and the Flea.Fly.Flo.Fun flea market! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some peektures of some of the bands which played. Including Yours Truly's. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaJqYUeayI/AAAAAAAAAKg/y4wWGFh0kW4/s1600-h/indus+gig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaJqYUeayI/AAAAAAAAAKg/y4wWGFh0kW4/s320/indus+gig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073372823808802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGST!! Yup that's me alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaJ1viDT7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/TEJzRKSa0Qo/s1600-h/indus+gig+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaJ1viDT7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/TEJzRKSa0Qo/s320/indus+gig+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073568033329074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bandmates, James and Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaKCraVekI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZdUeZgI0V38/s1600-h/amberhaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaKCraVekI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZdUeZgI0V38/s320/amberhaze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073790265522754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuliano of Amberhaze. Yes, he's Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaKWGXW41I/AAAAAAAAAK4/6ahnvDS0RBY/s1600-h/junaidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaKWGXW41I/AAAAAAAAAK4/6ahnvDS0RBY/s320/junaidi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074123918304082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice picture of Junaidi from A Band Named Power and AUM. In case you're wondering what he's doing, he's playing the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaKtAbo1FI/AAAAAAAAALA/lZshyHKl9F4/s1600-h/jon+chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaKtAbo1FI/AAAAAAAAALA/lZshyHKl9F4/s320/jon+chan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074517462635602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Chan from Plainsunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaK4vNRy2I/AAAAAAAAALI/keoRK4E131g/s1600-h/ATC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaK4vNRy2I/AAAAAAAAALI/keoRK4E131g/s320/ATC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074718997433186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adel from Amateur Takes Control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaLFD_K89I/AAAAAAAAALQ/L7kF3TFu-yg/s1600-h/great+spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaLFD_K89I/AAAAAAAAALQ/L7kF3TFu-yg/s320/great+spy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074930733839314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Spy Experiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaLP1i3xBI/AAAAAAAAALY/pCKqhWBZqhU/s1600-h/Muon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaLP1i3xBI/AAAAAAAAALY/pCKqhWBZqhU/s320/Muon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298075115835606034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite act of the night. Muon. Power electronica!! Woots!! Go Nick go Nick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaLyqcG8JI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ca8x7aI6vuw/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaLyqcG8JI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ca8x7aI6vuw/s320/41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298075714149871762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 from KL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaMA_vt-OI/AAAAAAAAALo/sJ15F0QK73Y/s1600-h/david+sparkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaMA_vt-OI/AAAAAAAAALo/sJ15F0QK73Y/s320/david+sparkle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298075960387434722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stars of the night, I AM DAVID SPARKLE. My baby is the one without the cap. I feel so proud of him. *gushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't go to the show? HA YOU MISSED OUT!! TOO BAD! PFFFTT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. photos courtesy of Thomas Tan and Mohd Firdaus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4386932868879106542?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4386932868879106542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4386932868879106542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4386932868879106542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4386932868879106542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/02/damnsiancom.html' title='Damnsian.com'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SYaJqYUeayI/AAAAAAAAAKg/y4wWGFh0kW4/s72-c/indus+gig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1952455948831416017</id><published>2009-01-27T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:59:41.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARK YOUR SCHEDULE BOOK NOW!!</title><content type='html'>"To Texas And Back: A Benefit Show for I Am David Sparkle"&lt;br /&gt;Presented by I Am David Sparkle and KittyWu Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SX6Uqibp0lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xNhlWPB6zeg/s1600-h/davidsparkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SX6Uqibp0lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xNhlWPB6zeg/s320/davidsparkle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295833670352491090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event Info&lt;br /&gt;Host: &lt;br /&gt;I Am David Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;Type: &lt;br /&gt;Party - Benefit&lt;br /&gt;Network: &lt;br /&gt;Global&lt;br /&gt;Time and Place&lt;br /&gt;Start Time: &lt;br /&gt;Saturday, January 31, 2009 at 2:00pm&lt;br /&gt;End Time: &lt;br /&gt;Sunday, February 1, 2009 at 3:00am&lt;br /&gt;Location: &lt;br /&gt;Homeclub&lt;br /&gt;Street: &lt;br /&gt;20 Upper Circular Rd #B1-01/06 The Riverwalk S(058416)&lt;br /&gt;City/Town: &lt;br /&gt;Singapore, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;View Map&lt;br /&gt;Contact Info&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;br /&gt;iamdavidsparkle@gmail.com kittywurecords@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Description&lt;br /&gt;This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party to kick off 2009, with music and mayhem throughout from 2pm on Sat 31st Jan to 3am Sun 1 Feb. That's 13 hours of wham, bang, slam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 bands playing:&lt;br /&gt;SET TIMINGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEA MARKET STARTS FROM 2.00PM ONWARDS (OUTSIDE HOME CLUB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band 1: 3.00 - 3.30pm (30mins) : A Band Named Power&lt;br /&gt;Band 2: 3.45 - 4.15pm (30mins) : Indus Gendi&lt;br /&gt;Band 3: 4.30 - 5.00pm (30mins) : Amberhaze&lt;br /&gt;Band 4: 5.15 - 5.45pm (30mins) : AUM&lt;br /&gt;Band 5: 6.00 - 6.30pm (30mins) : Plainsunset&lt;br /&gt;All changeovers above are 15mins each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30 - 7.30pm INTERMISSION, Music by Sweetmusic.fm (Roland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band 6: 7.30 - 8.00pm (30mins) : Amateur Takes Control&lt;br /&gt;Band 7: 8.15 - 8.45pm (30mins) : The Great Spy Experiment&lt;br /&gt;Band 8: 9.00 - 9.35pm (35mins) : Muon&lt;br /&gt;Band 9: 9.50 - 10.30pm (40mins) : 41 (from Kuala Lumpur)&lt;br /&gt;Band 10: 10.45 - 11.25pm (40mins) : I Am David Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ SETS FROM 11.30PM ONWARDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm - 12.30am : Unpopular Radio (Charan) &amp; (possibly Sweetmusic.fm)&lt;br /&gt;12.30am - 2.00am : 4 Imaginary Boys&lt;br /&gt;2.00am - 3.00am : Kid Villain (Razi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will also be a flea market run during the whole event, by the fun folks of Flea.Fly.Flo.Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$18.00 entry at the door to attend the music segment, and drinks are happy hour prices the whole night till 11.30pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry charge is for you to experience the music segment only, the flea market segment does not have any entry charges as this will be held outside the venue. Charges for flea market stall rental will still apply though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are we doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is: I Am David Sparkle has been selected to play a showcase performance at the South by Southwest (SXSW) Festival in Austin, Texas (USA!) beginning from 18 March onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the band knows, it will be only the 3rd Singaporean act to have been selected for this, with Electrico and The Great Spy Experiment having played there in 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is: the costs for the band entourage (7 persons in total) to travel up to the US and play the SXSW showcase as well as its planned tour dates are ENORMOUS – we are looking in the region of more than S$30,000 (Ouch!) Besides pooling whatever money we can, and applying for grants, we still need an injection of funds to help us pay for costs for this, and this is why we have decided to hold this fundraiser party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bands and the DJs have kindly agreed to support our cause and perform here without any performance charges, just so that we can raise funds to travel. And so, to all the performers listed here, we cannot thank you enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our appeal to you – If you are a fan of I Am David Sparkle, or of KittyWu Records, or of any of the performers listed here, or even just want to support a Singaporean band that is going to travel to SXSW and have a great party in the process, please come to this event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need your support to raise additional funds, and with your help, this Singaporean band is gonna hit Stateside and show them that “Hey – we’ve got music that rocks, you know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE COME AND SUPPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;I Am David Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Texas And Back: A Benefit Show for I Am David Sparkle" is presented to you by I Am David Sparkle and KittyWu Records, with support from venue partner Home Club and flea market partner Flea.Fly.Flo.Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1952455948831416017?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1952455948831416017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1952455948831416017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1952455948831416017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1952455948831416017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/01/mark-your-schedule-book-now.html' title='MARK YOUR SCHEDULE BOOK NOW!!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SX6Uqibp0lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xNhlWPB6zeg/s72-c/davidsparkle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1827662072178614463</id><published>2009-01-22T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:19:09.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mogwai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SXhkF3S_LTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/X9AD2NvttuA/s1600-h/mogwai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SXhkF3S_LTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/X9AD2NvttuA/s320/mogwai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294091413879729458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mogwai's on tomorrow night at Esplanade!! How?? Excited ma??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DEFINITELY AM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematic Orchestra up next!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1827662072178614463?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1827662072178614463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1827662072178614463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1827662072178614463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1827662072178614463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/01/mogwai.html' title='Mogwai'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SXhkF3S_LTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/X9AD2NvttuA/s72-c/mogwai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5338419502374460</id><published>2009-01-14T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:25:24.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jang Jang Jang Jang Jang</title><content type='html'>4 days to the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Jang Jang Jang Jang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I feel more excited than my Dad does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5338419502374460?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5338419502374460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5338419502374460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5338419502374460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5338419502374460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/01/jang-jang-jang-jang-jang.html' title='Jang Jang Jang Jang Jang'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7174919443857282818</id><published>2009-01-12T07:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:44:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So we....and then?</title><content type='html'>So we go to school, study hard, and get good grades, and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we build relationships/friendships, and we make some effort to maintain some of em, and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we attempt to pursue our dreams and ambitions, we might fail or succeed, and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we try to get good jobs, work hard for money, and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we make it a point to visit our parents and family members after moving out on our own, and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get married, have children, take care of them the best we can, watch them grow up and drift away from us, and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we grow old, 'haps a bit too old and useless to continue pursuing whatever dreams we have left, also a bit too old and useless for our children to appreciate us, and a bit too old to manage anything else for that matter, and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't take life so seriously. I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7174919443857282818?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7174919443857282818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7174919443857282818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7174919443857282818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7174919443857282818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-weand-then.html' title='So we....and then?'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5222400086679879781</id><published>2009-01-07T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:40:22.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Luck Also No Use</title><content type='html'>Gonna attempt walking from my workplace at Toa Payoh all the way to boyfriend's place at Commonwealth today. Wish me luck folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna attempt Channel 5 Waterpolo drama audition which I completely forgot about and did not bother to lose weight for tomorrow with overflowing fats gained from happiness. Wish me even more luck folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5222400086679879781?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5222400086679879781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5222400086679879781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5222400086679879781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5222400086679879781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-luck-also-no-use.html' title='Got Luck Also No Use'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4759667379635108226</id><published>2009-01-05T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:42:24.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Been attending a great deal of weddings recently ever since getting together with this old Malay man because he is of age to marry, and all his peers are getting married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most major wedding is my Dad's wedding which will happen in 2 weeks. Looks like 2009 is gonna be quite an eventful year once again for me, having my dad's remarriage as a kickstart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4759667379635108226?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4759667379635108226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4759667379635108226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4759667379635108226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4759667379635108226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-bells-everywhere.html' title='Wedding Bells Everywhere'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2335347597028940654</id><published>2009-01-02T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:12:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Fucked Up Thing To Happen To You First Thing in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bangkok: mourning begins as police sift through Santika nightclub rubble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scene outside the ruined Santika nightclub in Bangkok on Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SV4Q1KvegwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WyXuAdhNPVs/s1600-h/BANGKOK_PIXEL_SIZE__458021a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SV4Q1KvegwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WyXuAdhNPVs/s320/BANGKOK_PIXEL_SIZE__458021a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286681518182138626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As roses piled up on a makeshift trestle in front of the charred Santika nightclub in Bangkok where as many as 60 party-goers lost their lives in the early hours of the New Year, Thai police continued to sift through the ash and rubble to try and determine the trigger for the carnage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have blamed celebratory fireworks and sparklers lit to see in the New Year, others have pointed at a possible electrical fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials have slammed the lack of emergency exits and sprinkler systems. The Thai press reported the club had only one fire extinguisher to cover three floors and as many as 1,000 revellers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and relatives of the dead left flowers at midnight last night, almost exactly 24 hours after the flames began their deadly assault on one of Bangkok's most popular nightclubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as the dead, who include a Singapore national, more than 200 people were injured in the inferno, including as many as 35 foreigners, including at least four Britons, as well as Australians and French and Dutch nationals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As video footage emerged today showing happy revellers waving sparklers inside the club just moments before it caught fire, the Thai police continued their investigation into the causes of the fire that ripped through the two-storey building, trapping hundreds inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Wargacki, a 29-year-old British forex trader, said from his hospital bed that he tried an emergency exit when he felt the heat in the Santika Club, only to find it was welded shut to prevent the pilfering of liquor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally from Finchley in North London, Mr Wargacki said he remained unsure whether he would abandon his life in Thailand, where he was lived for the past four years, and return to the UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It depends on their responses to what's happening," he said. "I want someone to pick up the tab here. At the moment, I need cash. I have to pay this bill. I don't know what it's going to cost, maybe three or four thousand pounds." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as burns on his face and hands, Mr Wargacki has lungs affected by smoke inhalation, and the hospital doctors have been trying to extract carbon from his lungs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of four Britons injured in the blaze, including Steven Hall and Oliver Smart. Friends of an unnamed female British school teacher, aged 34, believe she was killed in the fire, however the Foreign and Commonwealth Office have said that it did not believe that there were any Britons among the dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briton Oliver Smart is also in the intensive care unit at the Bangkok hospital where Mr Wargacki is recuperating. Mr Smart has been sedated for the last two days, but Mr Wargacki said they were brought it at the some time, and Mr Smart was screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He came in on the gurney next to mine," he said. "I think one of his lungs collapsed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Hall, from South Wales, has third degree burns to his left hand and his back, and a fourth Briton, who wants to remain anonymous, has also been quite seriously injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wargacki said he was lucky he was getting hospital treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people I know went home," he said. "Some of the Thais are just lying in bed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2335347597028940654?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2335347597028940654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2335347597028940654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2335347597028940654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2335347597028940654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-fucked-up-thing-to-happen-to-you.html' title='The Most Fucked Up Thing To Happen To You First Thing in 2009'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SV4Q1KvegwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WyXuAdhNPVs/s72-c/BANGKOK_PIXEL_SIZE__458021a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-149057431335604586</id><published>2009-01-01T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:40:11.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on 2008 and Resolutions for 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Major happenings of 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Graduation from Singapore Polytechnic with a Diploma. aka Separating ways from people I have interacted, befriended, and worked with for a good 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being a Singtel Grid Girl. aka Earning Race Queen status siol! (Even though if you look me up and down in person, I emit no race queen aura at all.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Medea, my third theatrical experience.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being dumped for the first time. aka experiencing genuine heartbreak from a love lost for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ah Ma went on to a better place. aka experiencing genuine heartbreak from loss of a close loved one. (for the first time yet again)&lt;br /&gt;6. Got my first (and second) tattoo in order to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;7. Being recruited into Kevin Mathews' Groovy People as keyboardist and backup vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;8. Being one of Female's 50 Gorgeous People of 2008. (as superficial as it may be)&lt;br /&gt;9. Meeting the most amazing man ever to step on this earth, Mr Achmad Amran Khamis. aka receiving a new love at the most unexpected time.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dating a Malay man seriously, despite swearing never to date a Malay man just a few weeks before meeting him, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, 2008 has been a huge roller coaster ride for me, with all the different huge occasions throughout the year. It's amazing because every year, this is the case for me. I am very thankful that my life is always so eventful, because it makes me look forward to the future, and I keep learning in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 2008, I have learnt how it is like to truly mourn for someone, to truly miss someone so much, and knowing that you'll never see him/her again. I have learnt that heartbreak is not as easy as some other couples make it seem to be. I have learnt how to be strong and to move on, because death and loss is part and parcel of life and we need to learn how to embrace it. I have learnt that with every loss, there is a new gain, even if it doesn't arrive immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that glitz and glamour are not really as fun and glamorous as they look. I have been exposed to public criticism for the first time and learnt how there is no need to please everyone, because nobody will ever be truly pleased. I have learnt how it feels like to be seen as just an object by fellow human beings who do not regard my existence as "Esther Low", but as an item without a soul. I have learnt how it really is like in showbiz, but I still want to do it because I love to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Resolutions for 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are simple, but yet hard to achieve. I want to live through each moment positively. I want to learn not to be affected by the opinions of people that I don't care about. I want to do things my own way, otherwise why do I live this wretched life if I'm living it for others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008, hello 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-149057431335604586?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/149057431335604586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=149057431335604586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/149057431335604586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/149057431335604586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections-on-2008-and-resolutions-for.html' title='Reflections on 2008 and Resolutions for 2009.'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7838484594269026674</id><published>2008-12-31T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:27:13.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons To Leave</title><content type='html'>The 2 colleagues sitting on each side of me have just left YP. Such sudden and swift movements. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a lot of space to move my legs around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7838484594269026674?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7838484594269026674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7838484594269026674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7838484594269026674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7838484594269026674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons-to-leave.html' title='Reasons To Leave'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-6580726453658262022</id><published>2008-12-29T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:35:34.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchmen's 15th Anniversary EP is up for downloading! You can download it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powerofpop.com/?p=908"&gt;Power of Pop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do download it and take a listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band is fronted by Kevin Matthews and I play the keyboards and sing backup vocals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-6580726453658262022?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6580726453658262022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=6580726453658262022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6580726453658262022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6580726453658262022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/watchmen.html' title='Watchmen'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2694309903475028699</id><published>2008-12-27T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:05:45.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>Caught Australia last night with Baby Achmad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SVV-KLlPD-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Spal6LuWMhg/s1600-h/Australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SVV-KLlPD-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Spal6LuWMhg/s320/Australia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268451161903074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily say that this might be the best movie I've watched this year, just before it hits 2009. I would even give this movie 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the poster, the movie may look like a weepy sappy war romance. But do not be deceived. This movie is an excellent portrayal of discrimination against coloured people by the whites. And that despite the evil Whites that cause suffering upon the coloured people, there are still good Whites that see beyond colour and help the lives of others change for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was extremely touching. The excellent cinematography, combined with the very moving music, and the excellent acting of the actors (Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman = nuff said) makes up an almost perfect work of art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the touching and moving scenes, there were also comedic moments in many parts of the movie. And I always think that a movie that can make you both laugh and cry, and inspire you at the end of it, is an excellent movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do go watch it, you won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2694309903475028699?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2694309903475028699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2694309903475028699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2694309903475028699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2694309903475028699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SVV-KLlPD-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Spal6LuWMhg/s72-c/Australia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2170971058157928428</id><published>2008-12-23T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:27:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Ate 2 Packets of MnMs In A Row. Yikes!</title><content type='html'>Got tattoos + long hair doesn't make one an ah beng okay? I also have tattoos and stuff but I am evidently not an ah lian. And I know a lot of other people who have even more tattoos and a much wilder image but they are more refined than any "refined-looking" person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the incident at my grandma's wake a few months back, when 2 "refined-looking" men passed by and created a scene at the wake, completely disrespecting the occasion. And why? Just because they were pissed that the rope attached to the canvas tent was tied to the staircase railing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even said "Fuck you" to my poor old grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh how "refined".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas my heavily tattooed best friend, Nic, came to the wake, greeted my relatives politely, and stayed with me throughout the night to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2170971058157928428?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2170971058157928428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2170971058157928428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2170971058157928428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2170971058157928428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-ate-2-packets-of-mnms-in-row.html' title='I Just Ate 2 Packets of MnMs In A Row. Yikes!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-6468561987436282378</id><published>2008-12-21T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:16:16.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Yall!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who came down for Weekend Trip yesterday evening! Hope you guys had a decent time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indus Gendi's next show will be on the 31st Jan, Saturday, at Home Club. More details closer to the date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up after having a bad dream. And I turned to Amran and called him "Mum". Lol WEIRD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-6468561987436282378?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6468561987436282378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=6468561987436282378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6468561987436282378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6468561987436282378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-yall.html' title='Thanks Yall!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-758281302932394342</id><published>2008-12-18T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:58:22.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Trip!</title><content type='html'>Indus Gendi, my Indie rock get up, is playing Weekend Trip this Saturday at Youth Park, 7pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on down and show some love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-758281302932394342?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/758281302932394342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=758281302932394342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/758281302932394342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/758281302932394342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-trip.html' title='Weekend Trip!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-6990895386741716644</id><published>2008-12-17T08:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:08:28.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back! And Terribly Sunburnt.</title><content type='html'>Hi folks, I'm back from Bintan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my whole body looks like that of a skin-diseased person, all unevenly tanned with strange dubious blotches everywhere. I seriously cannot comprehend where the untanned stripes on my thighs and the strange untanned blotch on my back came from, though I suspect that the blotch on my back could actually be AK's hand resting on my back as I fell asleep on the tanning chair. CCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay photos will be up once I'm free to upload! Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-6990895386741716644?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6990895386741716644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=6990895386741716644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6990895386741716644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6990895386741716644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-and-terribly-sunburnt.html' title='I&apos;m Back! And Terribly Sunburnt.'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-673735663923117309</id><published>2008-12-12T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:19:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Grumpy These Days =(</title><content type='html'>I've got a nasty eye infection in my right eye which has been there for about 3 days. When my eye first got red, I didn't expect it would be this bad. I thought it would go away after I wake up the next morning. Then I went to the doctor and he said that if I continued wearing contact lenses during this period of time, it might lead to cornea infection, and that would be quite a bitch to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is I'm going to Bintan tomorrow! How can I play water sports wearing spectacles? What if my spectacles drop into the sea while I'm sitting on the banana boat and gets swallowed by a shark? What if I get eaten up by said shark because I couldn't see the shark approaching due to the demise of my spectacles? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh emo emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mean ulcer at the back of my right cheek also. It seriously hurts to chew food and talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassup with the right side of my face man? Maybe my face is corroding slowly starting from the right side. Maybe the pictures on the cigarette boxes are coming true for me!!!!!  D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-673735663923117309?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/673735663923117309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=673735663923117309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/673735663923117309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/673735663923117309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-grumpy-these-days.html' title='So Grumpy These Days =('/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-8516968111656816799</id><published>2008-12-09T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:44:07.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat and Lazy</title><content type='html'>It's the first time I'm given an offday on a normal weekday when everyone else is working. I simply spent the whole day watching Vampire Knight. Now I feel terribly fat and lazy and useless. I need to be somewhere else in about an hour's time but I just can't get my ass off the chair. Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-8516968111656816799?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8516968111656816799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=8516968111656816799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8516968111656816799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8516968111656816799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/fat-and-lazy.html' title='Fat and Lazy'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-621629779611089446</id><published>2008-12-08T14:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:52:07.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross My Fingers And Hope To Die</title><content type='html'>I seriously hope it does not rain in Bintan this weekend whilst we are there. It cannot happen! I really wanna have a good holiday with him. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the new anime I'm watching, Vampire Knight, is starting to get quite interesting! Yam you got watch? Hehe... If you do, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're some photos of the finals for Female 50 Gorgeous People! Of course I didn't win anything. I was nervous as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzAtkw0cXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3q4TI1mNDHc/s1600-h/female+50+gp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzAtkw0cXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3q4TI1mNDHc/s320/female+50+gp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277304752566464882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzBFueqgHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pu1f1nKr0Mw/s1600-h/female+50+gp+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzBFueqgHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pu1f1nKr0Mw/s320/female+50+gp+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277305167491530866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team 31 to 40!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzBeeH9TfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fM2hQI7-eT4/s1600-h/female+50+gp+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzBeeH9TfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fM2hQI7-eT4/s320/female+50+gp+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277305592598056434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzBmCLxgoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dqhnp6xPGOM/s1600-h/female+50+gp+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzBmCLxgoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dqhnp6xPGOM/s320/female+50+gp+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277305722536821378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my neighbour, Daniel, NUMBER 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winners are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzD4_mf85I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPxQZI6LE7M/s1600-h/james+and+melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzD4_mf85I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPxQZI6LE7M/s320/james+and+melissa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277308247284380562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAMES LIM AND MELISSA PETROS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey that's all for minor musings of today! Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-621629779611089446?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/621629779611089446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=621629779611089446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/621629779611089446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/621629779611089446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/cross-my-fingers-and-hope-to-die.html' title='Cross My Fingers And Hope To Die'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/STzAtkw0cXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3q4TI1mNDHc/s72-c/female+50+gp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4719707158768970361</id><published>2008-12-06T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:18:51.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>This blog is under construction. Please don't view it until tomorrow. But I guess if you are viewing this now, it means you are already viewing it, so there's no point telling you not to view it until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4719707158768970361?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4719707158768970361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4719707158768970361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4719707158768970361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4719707158768970361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7236878931633037214</id><published>2008-12-03T07:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:52:55.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a bitch i am</title><content type='html'>I think I can be a real bitch sometimes if I feel like it. I dunno why, it just comes out. It's not like I have any evil intentions or anything like that. The bitchiness just comes out from no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I seriously think this new Part Timer at Yellow Pages must totally hate me now. Haha. He had to buddy with me yesterday, which means that I had to teach him and monitor his progress and stuff. I couldn't control my temper at one point because he didn't seem to be bloody listening to what I was telling him! And he kept making the same mistakes, or he wasn't doing what I was telling him to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people like that I really cannot tahan. So I didn't give him face and just scolded him. Plus he's a guy who's older than me. Ha! But that's too bad! So old still dunno how to listen to instructions, not my problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, I actually think all the students I have ever taught for tuition, or piano lessons, or whatever, hate me. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7236878931633037214?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7236878931633037214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7236878931633037214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7236878931633037214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7236878931633037214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/12/such-bitch-i-am.html' title='such a bitch i am'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4386766208222253589</id><published>2008-11-29T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:26:23.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>My condolences to the family of the Singaporean lawyer who was tragically shot in the Mumbai attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, congratulations to the families of the Singaporeans who made it home safely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel sad that people from other nationalities have been killed too. But I do not deny that having a fellow Singaporean being shot dead as well saddens me more. It's like losing something that belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading all these in the news, I realize that I actually do feel that I belong in Singapore. And I feel very thankful to our protective government from keeping us so safe from harm. Even though such protection in turn brings along cons such as no freedom of speech, and a certain lack of genuine identity. But at least we're alive and safe, not having to worry about our loved ones and live in fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad that my loved ones and I are able to live our lives without such anxious fear, without having to hide guns under our pillows whilst we sleep, or lock our doors at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4386766208222253589?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4386766208222253589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4386766208222253589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4386766208222253589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4386766208222253589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-3654122828033740520</id><published>2008-11-28T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:03:49.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>I have to constantly remind myself that I &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt; be friends with everybody. There are reasons for me being at certain places in certain situations at certain times. There is no need for me to be friends with everyone caught in the same moment as I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-3654122828033740520?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3654122828033740520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=3654122828033740520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3654122828033740520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/3654122828033740520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1924816757765996401</id><published>2008-11-26T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:33:36.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>I'm meeting him for dinner tonight after 2 1/2 days of not meeting him at all! Okay quit rolling your eyes at me all of you! I'm that kind of love sick clingy girlfriend cannot ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I'm totally not looking forward to 1 Dec when he leaves for KL for 4 whole days. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1924816757765996401?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1924816757765996401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1924816757765996401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1924816757765996401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1924816757765996401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1188409709188494845</id><published>2008-11-24T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:32:10.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God I'm Not Born in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Just read in the news today that the Malaysian Govt wants to ban Yoga because citizens should concentrate more on politics and money-issues and corruption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell????? Sounds just like living as a Jehovah's Witness (JW)! Just that this one is not about focusing on religion, but on the country's politics. (For those of you who don't know, I used to be a very devout Jehovah's Witness. If you don't know anything about Jehovah's Witnesses, feel free to wiki them up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is it is a governmental rule. So citizens have no choice but to live with it. It would be an offence if they broke the rule! And they will be punished by the government for it! At least as a practising JW in Singapore, I could choose to leave the organization and practise yoga as and when I please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another terrible thing the Malaysian govt has imposed upon her poor citizens is that it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;disallowed for girls to be tomboyish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Because they believe that girls should look like girls and boys should look like boys. I think this is a little too insane. If a girl likes to dress as a boy, so be it la! How can she be punished for her preferences and dress sense?? What if the girl just wants short hair because she doesn't like to comb her hair?? Like that also kena punished? it's just crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly sucks to be born in M'sia. Even though SG is full of many stupid rules as well, and SG is full of very ugly citizens, and SG lacks identity like nowhere else, at least I have the choice to bend around the stupid rules, not be an ugly citizen like the majority, and have my own identity as Esther Low Hui Xian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1188409709188494845?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1188409709188494845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1188409709188494845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1188409709188494845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1188409709188494845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-god-im-not-born-in-malaysia.html' title='Thank God I&apos;m Not Born in Malaysia'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2126767112969982054</id><published>2008-11-22T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:53:48.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SSgc2U6g-jI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Pwd8pbDnMVU/s1600-h/13-11-08_2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SSgc2U6g-jI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Pwd8pbDnMVU/s320/13-11-08_2138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271495083489819186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular reason why I put this picture up. Guess I just wanna show the world how much I'm in love with him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2126767112969982054?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2126767112969982054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2126767112969982054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2126767112969982054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2126767112969982054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-reason.html' title='no reason'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SSgc2U6g-jI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Pwd8pbDnMVU/s72-c/13-11-08_2138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-310953358701203652</id><published>2008-11-20T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:34:06.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemmas</title><content type='html'>So I had a short conversation with HR and she was saying there &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be a slight increment in my pay. But when I say slight, I really mean slight. So should I stay? Or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again times are really bad. Companies are retrenching everywhere. And it's not like my qualifications are that high, just a diploma in something weird, Music and Audio. Not like it's business management or biotech. It won't be easy to look for a new job. And for a dip holder in these bad times, I won't really be earning that much more, also around 1.5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm already so comfortable working in Yellow Pages, since I already know the people there, and I know the ways, and how things work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I cannot stand how restricted I am, how there are so many gazillion things I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How how how??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-310953358701203652?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/310953358701203652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=310953358701203652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/310953358701203652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/310953358701203652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/dilemmas.html' title='Dilemmas'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-8713719783951551607</id><published>2008-11-18T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:41:27.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i quit!</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently quit my job at Yellow Pages on a whim. But I don't regret it. Well it isn't exactly on a whim considering I have been thinking of quitting. But I simply quit without finding another job first. So right now I'm kinda dangling in mid-air, without the feeling of stability, and I kinda hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quit because I really couldn't stand the way things were in the company. We were not even allowed to surf the net during times when there seriously was nothing to do, we were not allowed to use our mobiles, everybody is the typical office lady/boy, what's worse, we have to be at work on the dot. Like really on the dot, not even 1 min late that kinda thing. But of course I still come late. Haha. But I do try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last straw when I found out I was paid a whole &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$600&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lesser than my other colleagues when we were doing the exact same jobs and had the exact same duties. This was just because I was a contract worker and not a permanent worker. But this is just ridiculous! Why should I be getting less money just because I'm not staying in the company for long? I am still producing the same results as my colleague! Why should I be paid less for that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I lied to the HR person who interviewed me that I would be working permanently, and then quit a few months later? I would have gotten an accumulated 2.4K more already!! Cheebye la. The thought of it just makes me wanna weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm job hunting, and there's this really cool creative company called &lt;a href="http://thincgroup.com"&gt;Thinc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; who's employing at the moment. I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping that the pay they're offering is good, and that they'll employ me. The office looks damn nice!! Like the type I'd totally enjoy working in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I can be a professional mahjong player and earn money just by playing mahjong. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-8713719783951551607?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8713719783951551607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=8713719783951551607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8713719783951551607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8713719783951551607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-quit.html' title='i quit!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-389889993595848981</id><published>2008-11-12T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:40:41.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erk</title><content type='html'>Meiji Chocolate Milk not nice. I don't like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-389889993595848981?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/389889993595848981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=389889993595848981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/389889993595848981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/389889993595848981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/erk.html' title='Erk'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4972487469363345084</id><published>2008-11-07T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:34:00.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>female 50 gorgeous people</title><content type='html'>Hey friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this year's Female 50 Gorgeous People. If you are friend enough, click on the link below and vote for me okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.female50gp.com"&gt;Female 50 Gorgeous People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm number 31. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4972487469363345084?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4972487469363345084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4972487469363345084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4972487469363345084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4972487469363345084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/female-50-gorgeous-people.html' title='female 50 gorgeous people'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-9078262440061826635</id><published>2008-11-05T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:56:30.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>I got asked to do a soft porn photoshoot for an overseas magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to people who care, yes I rejected it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-9078262440061826635?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/9078262440061826635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=9078262440061826635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/9078262440061826635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/9078262440061826635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/11/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2649407562723066966</id><published>2008-10-30T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:38:24.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Obscura</title><content type='html'>Was pretty unimpressive. I can now understand why Adam said he would rather go to Kanye West. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SQlFsmXCmmI/AAAAAAAAAII/S1UeL6rg3OM/s1600-h/CameraObscura_070201034931418_wideweb__300x332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SQlFsmXCmmI/AAAAAAAAAII/S1UeL6rg3OM/s320/CameraObscura_070201034931418_wideweb__300x332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262814272072882786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that their CD is seriously a lot more shiok than their live performance. Their live performance was seriously a drab. Their songs mostly circled around similar chord progressions and melodies. Only a handful of songs were outstanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only 2 members of the band that I found cool were the lead guitarist, and the guy who plays all the miscellaneous stuff. Mainly because their instruments stood out a lot more than the others and had more interesting things to look out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keyboardist is one of the members I have to comment about. I don't know if it's just me, but she seems to look pretty unconfident about her playing. She often gave the face that shows "oops I made a mistake". And I tried to spot the mistakes in her keyboard playing since she kept giving that face. But I couldn't. and why? Because I could hardly hear the keyboards! It was as if she turned the keyboards down because she was afraid the audience would hear them bright and clear. And this is a real pity because I feel that the organs and other keyboard sounds play a major role in Camera Obscura's songs. So I think this is a major reason why their live performance was so unimpressive as compared to their album. Because one of the leading instruments could barely be heard! therefore causing the whole performance to sound thin and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also really weird that the keyboardist seemed to be exerting so much strength in her playing when I could barely hear anything. this makes me think of Amanda Ling (random). cuz she looks like she exerts a lot of strength when she plays the keyboards too. But at least I can hear Ling's keyboard's loud and clear during Electrico's shows. So it didn't look weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the keyboardist was supposed to be harmonizing with the lead vocalist in many parts, but I could barely hear her too! In fact I COULDN'T hear her at all in most of the songs. Which made me wonder if she was just mouthing the words? Because she liked the song a lot? But then again I went home to listen to the album again, and yes, there was supposed to be harmonizing in those songs. Only the lead guitarist's vocals could be heard loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Obscura's performance was a far cry from The Bird and The Bee's, which completely blew me away. TBTB did a cover (How Deep Is Your Love - Bee Gees) for their encore song also, but it was strong and moving, unlike CO's cover of Super Duper by Abba, which was extremely boring, and flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBTB's vocal harmonies were fucking strong, and their whole ensemble all stood out for their own qualities, very much unlike CO, whose only members that stood out were the lead guit, and miscellaneous guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Camera Obscura fans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2649407562723066966?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2649407562723066966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2649407562723066966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2649407562723066966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2649407562723066966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/camera-obscura.html' title='Camera Obscura'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SQlFsmXCmmI/AAAAAAAAAII/S1UeL6rg3OM/s72-c/CameraObscura_070201034931418_wideweb__300x332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4294316365692335404</id><published>2008-10-28T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:40:49.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's funny</title><content type='html'>It's funny how I always don't get the things that I expect to get, and how I always get the things that I least expect to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would be a top 20 Singtel Grid Girl, nor one of the 50 Female Gorgeous People this yr, nor that I would end up with Mr Amran Khamis. But yeah I guess things happen when you least expect them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4294316365692335404?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4294316365692335404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4294316365692335404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4294316365692335404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4294316365692335404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-funny.html' title='it&apos;s funny'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4603552258353359526</id><published>2008-10-24T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:43:31.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>srsly emo</title><content type='html'>I'm really damn sick and tired of constantly being the one trying to ask people out, to maintain relationships and what not. I'm tired of being the only one who cares. I don't want to be the middleman anymore. Why should I bother when they don't bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms people, don't get replies. Or having ppl abandon the appointment on the day itself. And then when I sms them to ask them what's with the abandonment, they don't even bother to fucking reply. Fuck all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered about those who don't bother anymore. Srsly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered to initiate all these "heppy-get-togethers" and all these fucked up nonsense anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4603552258353359526?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4603552258353359526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4603552258353359526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4603552258353359526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4603552258353359526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/srsly-emo.html' title='srsly emo'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2294771767027706459</id><published>2008-10-23T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:06:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressful day today</title><content type='html'>It is a real bitch trying to appease the residents who are unable to collect their yellow pages due to the problem with available stock. Plus these are SINGAPOREANS we are talking about. Singaporeans are a real bitchy lot. It's a bitch to deal with bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the last day of the eventful journey I had with my trusty white criss cross pumps. Goodbye. You have been a good travel companion, though a little smelly at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2294771767027706459?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2294771767027706459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2294771767027706459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2294771767027706459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2294771767027706459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/stressful-day-today.html' title='stressful day today'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5080033432437233690</id><published>2008-10-21T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:18:40.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check this space!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/iamdavidsparkle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check This Out People!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5080033432437233690?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5080033432437233690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5080033432437233690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5080033432437233690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5080033432437233690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/check-this-space.html' title='check this space!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-6106110174461336501</id><published>2008-10-20T08:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:23:52.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sham's wedding party</title><content type='html'>Sham got married last Saturday and his wedding party at Home Club was a fucking blast!! I swear I never had such fun at any other wedding before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvMhMmww3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/aiOHGhkwNwg/s1600-h/a+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvMhMmww3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/aiOHGhkwNwg/s320/a+group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259021860576740210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Chan, Dewi, ME, Baby, Siti. only the first beer and my face has become so red. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvM8IDQeTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/13saJpk8EbI/s1600-h/ah+dek+being+silly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvM8IDQeTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/13saJpk8EbI/s320/ah+dek+being+silly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022323210549554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvNOhYP3NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iGu2rWyHlGo/s1600-h/ah+dek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvNOhYP3NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iGu2rWyHlGo/s320/ah+dek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259022639247121618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Dek rapping and dancing to the music wearing Jo's orange glasses. Haha he was damn funny and cute! In case you're wondering who that guy is with the pink tie tied around his head, it's Roland. He looks like a stuffed toy! Tee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvNlxA95CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0Q2sCHT9ips/s1600-h/baby+and+me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvNlxA95CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0Q2sCHT9ips/s320/baby+and+me!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259023038581433378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipsy already!! shiokness to be able to smoke in a club! yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvN0Aeu1vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cbRlpxQiVB4/s1600-h/bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvN0Aeu1vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cbRlpxQiVB4/s320/bride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259023283250976498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the bride, Anne, in the blue dress having a great time! She looks good! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvOHqW-q7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/emLtSUqAl2w/s1600-h/dewi+and+me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvOHqW-q7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/emLtSUqAl2w/s320/dewi+and+me!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259023620910263218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewwiii Babbyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvOS6deteI/AAAAAAAAAHo/epieOp2PrRc/s1600-h/djohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvOS6deteI/AAAAAAAAAHo/epieOp2PrRc/s320/djohan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259023814211057122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Djohan shizzles ma nizzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvOk0t1C0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3DV8HYDi0hk/s1600-h/funky+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvOk0t1C0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3DV8HYDi0hk/s320/funky+guy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259024121906662210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was really funky on the dance floor, with his hat, suit, and all! He had all the moves man. But I dunno who he is. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvO2QBmnHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7jctJGeczy0/s1600-h/group+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvO2QBmnHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7jctJGeczy0/s320/group+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259024421295135858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo = Mafioso! Amran = Poseur Mafioso with funny Scientologist hand sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvPKUzY4RI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jQ7Sg1jDWgA/s1600-h/group+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvPKUzY4RI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jQ7Sg1jDWgA/s320/group+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259024766175076626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutesy Deedee and Silly Ah Dek are in the house! As you can see, Baby's eyes are getting smaller, which is a sure sign he's tipsy already. He's as lousy a drinker as me. But I'm a lot worse than him. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for now. Gtg to work already! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-6106110174461336501?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6106110174461336501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=6106110174461336501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6106110174461336501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/6106110174461336501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/shams-wedding-party.html' title='sham&apos;s wedding party'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPvMhMmww3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/aiOHGhkwNwg/s72-c/a+group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7217433852660983858</id><published>2008-10-18T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:57:56.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am david sparkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPkmWIrSvwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/56o7ZYgmDrM/s1600-h/i_am_david_sparkle_gigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPkmWIrSvwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/56o7ZYgmDrM/s320/i_am_david_sparkle_gigs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258276201659809538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOUR TICKETS YET???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7217433852660983858?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7217433852660983858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7217433852660983858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7217433852660983858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7217433852660983858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-david-sparkle.html' title='i am david sparkle'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SPkmWIrSvwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/56o7ZYgmDrM/s72-c/i_am_david_sparkle_gigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1016855686648842343</id><published>2008-10-17T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:38:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>i.am.fucking.bored.at.work. i.hate.doing.recep. but.i.can't.do.shite.about.it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1016855686648842343?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1016855686648842343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1016855686648842343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1016855686648842343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1016855686648842343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4776449920257887627</id><published>2008-10-15T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:32:20.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old school</title><content type='html'>Ello Jello people! I Am David Sparkle has an upcoming show next Friday at Old School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Evening With I Am David Sparkle &lt;br /&gt;Sinema | October 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Sinema Old School Presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘An evening with I Am David Sparkle’&lt;br /&gt;Band: I Am David Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Indie/Shoegaze/Experimental&lt;br /&gt;Date: 24 Oct 2008, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8pm-10pm&lt;br /&gt;Price: $15/- (Pre-sale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sinema.sg/2008/10/09/an-evening-with-i-am-david-sparkle/"&gt;An Evening With David Sparkle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of post rock and dreamy music which brings you to another world, you have to check this gig out. I assure you that you WILL NOT regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested to go, or to go with me, tag me on my tagboard, or msg me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4776449920257887627?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4776449920257887627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4776449920257887627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4776449920257887627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4776449920257887627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-school.html' title='old school'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5218179459240346049</id><published>2008-10-14T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:44:24.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Month!!!</title><content type='html'>13th October 2008 was our first month anniversary and that was just yesterday!! =D =D =D =D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I did not take any photos. Speaking of which I am supposed to blog about the year's most exciting experience which took place on Sunday, A FRIGGIN SPITTING COBRA IN BABY'S HOUSEMATE'S SHOE!! But I have yet to upload the photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was really nice and chill last night. =)  He got me a pair of earrings from Dorothy Perkins and a mushy card, and I didn't get him anything. Lol. we went to my favouritest steak restaurant in the world, The Steak House, which is at Clarke Quay. I decided to pay for the meal because he's been the sweetest thing so far, treating me very well. Tee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that we went to the dessert cafe opposite The Steak House. If I'm not wrong it's called Nectarine or something. Or was it The Nectar? Whatever it is, the cakes we had were so yummacious!! We had a Dark Chocolate Opera and a Chicago Cheesecake, and the flavours are so rich. And they go damn well with the tea we had. I had Moroccan Mint, and he had Pomegranate, and I can't speak for his pomegranate tea as I didn't try it, but my Moroccan Mint tea was really good with all these sweet stuff. I felt like some classy Moroccan Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that we took a cab back to Portsdown Road and chilled at a very chill and classy bar there called, Klee. THE DRINKS THERE ARE AWESOME!! I had this strawberry sour cocktail thingy, and they actually mash the real strawberries with the alcohol, not some fake strawberry syrup, and it tastes bloody damn good. There are 2 ounces of alcohol in it and yet I wasn't overwhelmed because the taste of the cocktail was so refreshing and so "natural"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity Klee is hidden away in Portsdown, so it's quite out of the way and not a lot of people actually go there, as compared to those areas in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how we celebrated our great 1st mth anniversary. Nice and chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5218179459240346049?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5218179459240346049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5218179459240346049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5218179459240346049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5218179459240346049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-first-month.html' title='Happy First Month!!!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-1644039250935037068</id><published>2008-10-10T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:38:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Me, Follow Me</title><content type='html'>Caught this French movie (it's the french movie festival now!), If You Love Me, Follow Me, with baby last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SO7HKt-X1OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2cdc7ZP66nQ/s1600-h/10717525_det.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SO7HKt-X1OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2cdc7ZP66nQ/s320/10717525_det.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255356802141770978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that, this is an excellent excellent beautiful movie, that baby and I and most other people with dreams can relate to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about this man who is a successful doctor, who one day decides that he is sick of his job, and quits his job to form a rock band as music has always been his dream. He overcomes differences and different kinds of pressures just to follow this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is not a typical movie with a typical ending. It is a movie packed with meaning and beauty, and yet it is extremely comedic and it's jokes and randomness are very tasteful. There are random scenes of a couple &lt;em&gt;having sex with an orange between their chests&lt;/em&gt; (ahem someone), two men kissing, etc. But these random scenes just fit in well and are not abrupt or weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would highly recommend it to people who have a dream to chase and are not afraid of chasing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far baby and I have caught 2 French films from the french film festival and it is freaky how much we can relate to both the movies. We can totally relate to this one because both of us wanna be rockstars. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earlier one we caught was called Bad Faith, about a couple with different faiths, one a Muslim, and one a Jew. The Jew gets pregnant with the Muslim's kid, and they have to overcome the social stigma and pressures from family and tradition in order to make their relationship work. In our case, I'm the Christian, baby's the Muslim (although only on his IC). Right now obviously we have no problems becuase we have only just started. But there'll definitely be some hiccups that will arise in the future. But I guess we'll take them in our stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It was very nice seeing you last night. And this morning. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-1644039250935037068?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1644039250935037068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=1644039250935037068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1644039250935037068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/1644039250935037068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-love-me-follow-me.html' title='If You Love Me, Follow Me'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SO7HKt-X1OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2cdc7ZP66nQ/s72-c/10717525_det.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-848716887207825737</id><published>2008-10-09T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:55:31.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does music mean to you anymore?</title><content type='html'>What were you thinking when you wrote that song and when you composed that piece of music? &lt;br /&gt;Did you feel the lyrics and the melodies of the song?&lt;br /&gt;Did you even agree with what you were writing?&lt;br /&gt;What were you trying to express through the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did all these even matter to you?&lt;br /&gt;Can I even consider the song you wrote a song? Or a production?&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between music, and production.&lt;br /&gt;People these days have gotten them all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you make something just so that it brings you money, that is a production.&lt;br /&gt;When you make something based on formula and systematic process, that is a production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore I don't consider the music that you make, music to me. I consider them as productions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard your personal stuff and they really kicked ass because you meant what you wrote. And so I look up to you because you really rock at what you do. So it really disappoints whenever you send me one of your commercial productions for me to take a listen. Because they lack so much soul and meaning, purely a piece of production made with a formula. An overused formula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you how I truly feel. But that would be really out of hand considering my almost non-existent position and your very prominent position in the music industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-848716887207825737?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/848716887207825737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=848716887207825737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/848716887207825737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/848716887207825737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-does-music-mean-to-you-anymore.html' title='what does music mean to you anymore?'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-162565629617681201</id><published>2008-10-08T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:03:25.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so serious?</title><content type='html'>Today as I was crossing the road junction to the MRT Station, there was this car which accidentally drove a little bit too forward and was kinda in the way of the pedestrians. I can understand if pedestrians get slightly irritated over this, since it blocks their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was this ah beng-ish looking man in his 40s who glared at the driver in the car. The thing is he didn't glare just for a sec, he glared and he glared and he glared. Even as he walked past the car, he turned his head to keep glaring at the driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is, why so unforgiving? It was a very small issue. The driver might have been chatting with his passenger and accidentally moved a bit too far out without realizing it (happened with Amran before. tee hee.) or it could just have been a moment of distraction. Why couldn't he let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I know of a lot of people like that, who are similarly unforgiving over other petty issues like that. But the thing is, I know that if they were to read an article about a murder, or a mass homicide in some country, or some other brutality, they would feel sorry about it, and bitch about how terrible this world has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these people do have to realize that the root of all these evil (apart from money), is also the inability to forgive, and the lack of compassion one has for another. It might be a seemingly small situation, but the bad character is still the same, which eventually leads to the bigger brutalities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-162565629617681201?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/162565629617681201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=162565629617681201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/162565629617681201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/162565629617681201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-so-serious.html' title='why so serious?'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2858400470447943401</id><published>2008-10-07T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:26:11.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barack obama</title><content type='html'>I believe that if Barack Obama did not make it for the presidential elections this time round, he will very likely just make it 4 years later if he tries again, at the older age of 51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he wins this round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you just imagine if the whole world pins their hopes on him because he seems like such a trustworthy politician with all his smooth speeches and charm, and then when he finally gains presidential rule, he turns out to be no better than Mr George Bush? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a letdown, but it won't be a surprise either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2858400470447943401?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2858400470447943401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2858400470447943401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2858400470447943401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2858400470447943401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/barack-obama.html' title='barack obama'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7104301521139130370</id><published>2008-10-06T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:00:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focus</title><content type='html'>So now after finding out that Singtel Grid Girls and all that modelling nonsense is not really for me, I will focus full scale on my music. Thanks to SGG, 2K is falling from the sky for me, which I will then use to get a trusty keyboard, and hopefully make lotsa yummacious magic with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jammed with Watchmen today and it was shiok. Shiok because I haven't jammed with a band for so damn long. Being able to co-ordinate with other musicians and create some decent sound from it is a damn good feeling. Even if I don't necessarily listen to that kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized that nothing makes me happier than making music. Not all the makeup on my face to make me prettier, or money falling from the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I'll give some exception to Ramboy. =)  Yeah nothing makes me happier than music and Ramboy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7104301521139130370?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7104301521139130370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7104301521139130370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7104301521139130370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7104301521139130370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/focus.html' title='focus'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5553077581665081305</id><published>2008-10-01T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:45:32.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minoxi 5!</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor last night because I was paranoid about losing too much hair. Due to the damn F1 race and all the events that followed up to it, my hair was overstyled and exposed to all kinds of harsh agents and extreme pulling and tugging at it. I'm not exaggerating but I swear that because of all these harsh treatment, I've lost a great amount of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my accidental crash dieting last month, and the extreme stress I went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor gave me this hair tonic called MINOXI 5!! It came in a black box, with damn dodgy font on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SOLuJmsEG-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/vg1Hfyqn9sY/s1600-h/01-10-08_1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SOLuJmsEG-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/vg1Hfyqn9sY/s320/01-10-08_1127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252021964239018978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I trust my family doctor. So I guess I'm not too affected by the dodgy font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I decided to read the instructions pamphlet, although it was something I didn't normally do. And I discovered that it was a product made in Israel. And I must say that I can really see the Israeliteness in the product after reading the pamphlet. The pamphlet actually sounded quite threatening, can you believe it? Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme cite a couple of examples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cessation of treatment will likely lead to a renewal of hair loss and disappearance of the achieved improvement.&lt;/span&gt;" They have already started threatening that if you stop using it, your hair will drop again. And this is only in the first paragraph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;While using MINOXI 5, blood, urine, kidney function and heart tests should be carried out.&lt;/span&gt;"  Cheebye it's just going to be on my fucking scalp! What's with all those tests?? Like the liquid on my scalp will somehow flow all the way into my kidney? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whilst using this preparation you must be under constant medical supervision and be aware of changes in your general feeling and health. You must weigh yourself twice a week.&lt;/span&gt;"  Cheebye it's just my fucking scalp! I'm not signing up to be a suicide bomber or something! What general feeling and health all! (Baby says that perhaps users have to weigh themselves twice a week to see the gain in weight from hair growth. LOL! That effective huh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In addition to the desired effect of the medicine, adverse reactions may occur during the course of treatment with this medicine, such as: diarrhea, nausea and vomiting, dizziness, headaches and local irritation.&lt;/span&gt;"  This is pretty damn threatening to me. It almost feels like the cost for hair growth is too high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More possible side effects stated -- "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Breathing difficulties, edema in various parts of the body, swelling of the face, lack of feeling in the feet, hands or face, changes in blood pressure, increased heart rate, angina pectoris, weight gain, HAIR GROWTH IN OTHER PARTS OF THE BODY, severe skin reactions in the scalp area.&lt;/span&gt;"  What the fucking cheebye?? If this is not threatening I don't know what is okay? They make it sound like you're gonna fucking die if you use this product. I'd rather not have my hair grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I found funniest. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do not take medicines in the dark! Check the label and the dose each time you take your medicine. Wear glasses if you need them.&lt;/span&gt;"  Wahahahahhahaha!!! Duh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that there are random exclamation marks everywhere in the pamphlet behind random sentences? Like as if they are exclaiming those instructions to us. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most terrorizing pamphlet I've ever read. But I trust my family doctor. So I'm gonna cross my fingers, and continue taking this hair tonic. Hopefully, I'm not going to have hair growing on my neck, or have an extra eyeball growing out on my toe or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No disrespect to Israel, or Islam, or anything along those lines intended. I'm only laughing at the pamphlet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5553077581665081305?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5553077581665081305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5553077581665081305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5553077581665081305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5553077581665081305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/10/minoxi-5.html' title='minoxi 5!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SOLuJmsEG-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/vg1Hfyqn9sY/s72-c/01-10-08_1127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7600919638151141915</id><published>2008-09-29T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:21:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f1</title><content type='html'>So the whole F1 is finally over. It's like a huge part of my life is over just in 2 days. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole F1 experience did change my life pretty much. But I realized that there are a lot more things that mattered so much more to me. All these fast and flashy cars and glitz and glamour don't matter a single thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live without an exciting life full of punch. But there are certain simple things in life that I can't live without. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was standing in the pit holding Lewis Hamilton's flag and looking at Lewis Hamilton standing right before me doing his shit, I got excited for a while. Like "&lt;em&gt;Shit that's Lewis fucking Hamilton standing right before me!! That dude with his face plastered on my Nescafe coffee can and on Tag Heuer ads every freaking where!!!!&lt;/em&gt;"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while when the pain of my soles and the heat got to me, and after looking at him for long enough, it just suddenly occured to me that there were so many things that were so much more important to me than getting to meet Lewis Hamilton in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that at that point in time, all I wanted was to leave the place and do something more important. Like meet Amran or something. Because no matter how much I looked at Lewis Hamilton and all the cameras snapping away at me and all the cars zooming here and there, all I felt was some bit of excitement, but nothing more. The whole scene just became a scene that temporarily came alive from a movie, or storybook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just temporary and fleeting. Nothing special. Maybe special in it's own superficial ways. But that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7600919638151141915?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7600919638151141915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7600919638151141915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7600919638151141915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7600919638151141915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1.html' title='f1'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-5862535483628776714</id><published>2008-09-26T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:34:09.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my freedom back. but i forgot what it was in the first place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNxKEtBGejI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HC9tYQDHVgQ/s1600-h/hippo+bus!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNxKEtBGejI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HC9tYQDHVgQ/s320/hippo+bus!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250152710271302194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNxJ-j8e7wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9l76BDSV3og/s1600-h/24-09-08_1843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNxJ-j8e7wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9l76BDSV3og/s320/24-09-08_1843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250152604756799234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-5862535483628776714?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5862535483628776714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=5862535483628776714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5862535483628776714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/5862535483628776714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-my-freedom-back-but-i-forgot.html' title='i want my freedom back. but i forgot what it was in the first place.'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNxKEtBGejI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HC9tYQDHVgQ/s72-c/hippo+bus!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-4075667713582367391</id><published>2008-09-20T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:25:25.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many interesting news on the headlines these days!</title><content type='html'>So now cannot eat Meiji ice cream. But eat Meiji biscuit can? I love Hello Panda and just finished a box of Meiji strawberry Hello Panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about all these news about the whole melamine tainted food products from China just makes me smirk. And it makes me smirk even more when I think about how there are these "atas" China people who scorn Chinese Singaporeans for not being able to speak our native tongue properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's my retort. Yes I, and other Singaporean Chinese, might not be the perfect Chinese models. But at least we try our best to be morally responsible to the rest of society as this is the basic responsibility as a &lt;em&gt;human being.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you atas China people, but to me, not endangering the lives of others because we want quick success too much, is way more important to me than speaking Mandarin well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly aren't yall tired of always being such a fraud? With all your cheap fake goods, even the Olympics has so much fakeness in the performances just so it can appear more impressive than it really is. Now fake protein in milk, causing the deaths of 4 innocent babies, and possibly many more in time to come. Is it your culture to be superficially impressive with no substance within at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be able to speak Mandarin well, thus on the surface we may seem like lousy Chinese. But I can proudly say that we have a lot more substance and realness in the things that we do, and we take deserved pride in the things that we do because we put in effort to make it real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, take pride in anything and everything even your grandmother's old slipper. You all are so overtly patriotic over everything in your country, always trying to strive to impress and doing it the easy way. Always too proud to admit any mistakes, until it is too damn late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not like that. Hmph! pffftt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, less is indeed more. Now that America is under some kinda financial turmoil, it also indirectly means that they are gonna have less money to fund the fucking Iraq war! Yay more pressure for them to stop the damn fucking war! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less money, more peace. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish my dad could see things that way. The dad who scorns at my character of being easily contented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-4075667713582367391?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4075667713582367391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=4075667713582367391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4075667713582367391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/4075667713582367391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-many-interesting-news-on-headlines.html' title='So many interesting news on the headlines these days!'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-2493523482642742076</id><published>2008-09-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:27:35.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is honeymoon period so i cannot stop blogging about him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNO2wtfUxTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zN4Ds0Ordk4/s1600-h/18-09-08_1953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNO2wtfUxTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zN4Ds0Ordk4/s320/18-09-08_1953.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247738938777716018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you look good here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-2493523482642742076?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2493523482642742076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=2493523482642742076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2493523482642742076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/2493523482642742076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-honeymoon-period-so-i-cannot.html' title='this is honeymoon period so i cannot stop blogging about him'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNO2wtfUxTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zN4Ds0Ordk4/s72-c/18-09-08_1953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7018369433128594269</id><published>2008-09-19T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:28:30.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with a smile on my face and a very fresh disposition. Simply because the first thought that came to my mind was you. The knowledge that I have you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say that I'm only this &lt;--&gt; close to loving you to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, Reddy I hope you read this. Fuck off and get out of my face permanently. You don't know the shit you say and that was overboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7018369433128594269?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7018369433128594269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7018369433128594269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7018369433128594269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7018369433128594269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_19.html' title='=)'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-8041788755279833338</id><published>2008-09-18T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:07:10.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something he did to cheer me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNEqkIN1RQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/x291L3kI1eY/s1600-h/Fidel+Castro+agrees+with+AK+that+SGG+Esther+Low+is+the+BOMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNEqkIN1RQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/x291L3kI1eY/s320/Fidel+Castro+agrees+with+AK+that+SGG+Esther+Low+is+the+BOMB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247021841032496386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His phone next to CHE GUEVARA. Yes Che Guevara. Happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-8041788755279833338?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8041788755279833338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=8041788755279833338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8041788755279833338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/8041788755279833338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-he-did-to-cheer-me-up.html' title='something he did to cheer me up'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3QRDzsBBv0/SNEqkIN1RQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/x291L3kI1eY/s72-c/Fidel+Castro+agrees+with+AK+that+SGG+Esther+Low+is+the+BOMB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020093177896888175.post-7817602107767665683</id><published>2008-09-15T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:24:06.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the old give way for the new</title><content type='html'>So we went to check out 39 upper pickering street today. But there was nothing there anymore, save for a construction site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020093177896888175-7817602107767665683?l=humanaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7817602107767665683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020093177896888175&amp;postID=7817602107767665683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7817602107767665683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020093177896888175/posts/default/7817602107767665683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-old-give-way-for-new.html' title='when the old give way for the new'/><author><name>humanalien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
