<?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-909425738481705235</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:34:55.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my life</title><subtitle type='html'>我触动这一切，只因生命不能重来。
感谢岁月赐予我的故事，包括那些爱与伤害。

我老了，这不该是一件该难过的事。
尽管这是一种结束或另一个开始。</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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type='html'>劳累了很久，我身体终于忍受不到疲累，而我也倒下了..最近工作繁忙，压力也如海浪的冲着我. 今天就在工作时突然间昏倒了. 医生说我在也不能承受任何压力，分分钟会包庇. 但是我依然要拼，只为了让你过更好的生活. 一切都是值得的 =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-2233651540202457623?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/2233651540202457623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2012/02/1222012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/2233651540202457623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/2233651540202457623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2012/02/1222012.html' title='12/2/2012'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-7235241759206380643</id><published>2012-01-23T03:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T03:58:01.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/1/2012</title><content type='html'>在这寂寞的城市里，躺在床上享受着宁静的夜晚，心里期待着你一封简简单单的短讯。多渴望你现在就在我身边。我会紧紧抱着你，对你许下永远的承诺..你听见了吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-7235241759206380643?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-5943688340360823685</id><published>2012-01-15T05:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T05:59:12.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/1/2012</title><content type='html'>原来真心的爱一个人是多么的难。原以为你会在乎，但是你那种若无其事的语气让我的心完全陷入谷底..现在的我只能继续爱你。我也不渴望能得到些什么回报，只能一直的猜测......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-5943688340360823685?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/5943688340360823685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2012/01/1512012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>别人说当你痛了、累了，你就会很自然的放手。而我现在真的累了，但这段感情依然要继续。能看见你的微笑，和你分享每一天，帮你擦去眼角的泪水，觉得一切都是值得的..不是因为我很爱你，而是因为你已是我生命的一部分，不能失去的一个人...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-86875349571914966?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/86875349571914966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2012/01/1112012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/86875349571914966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/86875349571914966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2012/01/1112012.html' title='11/1/2012'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1880057297666504987</id><published>2012-01-06T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T04:15:03.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>5 Jan 2012                             Cloudy&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkness began to take over my world. I'm all by myself now. All i left is you. I really hope what i did is worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1880057297666504987?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1880057297666504987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1880057297666504987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1880057297666504987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-3141506809260835277</id><published>2011-12-28T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:51:39.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger!~</title><content type='html'>I swear to god..if anything happens to him in NS camp,i will fucking sue the government. I swear in my name that i will put a bullet into those guy's brains who bullied him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-3141506809260835277?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/3141506809260835277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/12/anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3141506809260835277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3141506809260835277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/12/anger.html' title='Anger!~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-6034620407042334362</id><published>2011-10-29T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T04:02:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>拥抱天堂</title><content type='html'>你试过拥抱天堂吗？那种感觉真的很神秘，就如鱼回到大海, 鸟回到蓝天......苏醒过来才发现原来是梦一场。人往往会把天堂看成一个极了世界。实际上，天堂是人类所说的一个谎。它是人类幻想出来的一个好地方，一个没有痛苦和悲伤的地方。事实是天堂根本不存在。你手上抱着的婴儿，今早和你吵架的那个男人，那个曾经答应你永远的男人......这就是爱，这就是天堂!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-6034620407042334362?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/6034620407042334362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6034620407042334362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6034620407042334362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='拥抱天堂'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-3490748337755154079</id><published>2011-09-14T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:13:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV charity campaign</title><content type='html'>2 years ago when i participated in HIV charity campaign as a guest artist, i remember Telco's general manager offered RM15k to the fund with a condition. The condition is I have to shave bald in front of everyone. My manager asked me not to do so but i insist. Shaving bald in front of thousands of people in Genting Star Avenue is such a nice experience. After getting my head bald, i went out for a walk. I feel the cold breeze blowing my head and it's so freaking cold. Eventually, i got headache.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna join this year's campaign due to my studies and job. And i think im not gonna shave bald again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-3490748337755154079?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/3490748337755154079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/09/hiv-charity-campaign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3490748337755154079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3490748337755154079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/09/hiv-charity-campaign.html' title='HIV charity campaign'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-6774433884130504497</id><published>2011-08-16T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:51:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你~</title><content type='html'>每年的今天，我总会到咖啡店买两盒杂菜饭，坐在一棵大树下吃。我会把饭先吃完，然后接着吃鱼、肉、菜。生命就是这样，注定了的东西是无法改变的。当我第一天进入这行时，你的细心教导让我感到很温暖。两年前的今天，你就这样的走了，离开了朋友们，离开了世界。今天我在树下待了很久，想着你以前所说过的话。我了解了，这世界是不会因为我而改变，反而我必须去适应这世界..谢谢你，陈力威先生。一日为师，终身为父!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-6774433884130504497?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/6774433884130504497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6774433884130504497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6774433884130504497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_16.html' title='你~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-812928878360162606</id><published>2011-08-13T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T22:07:48.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人生</title><content type='html'>我曾经拥有过荣华富贵，也曾经有过很好的名誉。但是这一切对我来说已经不重要了。每当打开facebook聊天室时，要找位朋友来聊时却发现没有一个能。每次需要人的陪伴时，却找不到一个知心朋友。我猜我把人生看得太过简单了。以为自己是一个很了不起的人。但是了不起又能如何？最后还是输给了天意。我没办法改变天意，我只能改变自己.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-812928878360162606?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/812928878360162606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/812928878360162606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/812928878360162606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='人生'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-6691618563924143583</id><published>2011-06-16T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:39:40.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life, New Hopes</title><content type='html'>Washing my clothes and dishes, mopping and sweeping the floor are now a part of my life. Yea, it freaking tiring but i have to do my chores also. Previous lifestyle which is pampered by the who i love has already gone forever. I do wish to go back to my hometown but I can't. This is a new start for me, a process of growing up to be a responsible adult. My future is now a step away!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-6691618563924143583?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/6691618563924143583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-life-new-hopes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6691618563924143583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6691618563924143583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-life-new-hopes.html' title='New Life, New Hopes'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-755420545057962784</id><published>2011-02-22T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T02:15:33.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Journey Of Life</title><content type='html'>Since i was a kid, my dad told me that one day when i grow up, i will be a great man, one of the best! "The future is not for us to see. Bear it in mind! As long as you do what a man should do, you will die without any regrets. That's life, that's heaven." This quote has been following me for decades until today.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-755420545057962784?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/755420545057962784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-journey-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/755420545057962784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/755420545057962784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-journey-of-life.html' title='The New Journey Of Life'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-4574679919560889996</id><published>2010-12-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:14:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been busying about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; and my music life lately..Guess what?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; free at last!~&lt;br /&gt;Okay..Let me have a brief blog about my life lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since July, i had been busying about my trial. Yeah, if u know me well, you should know that i barely studied..Luckily with my '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intelligence&lt;/span&gt;' i manage to survive. After trial, i had been working full time. That's the main reason i was absent for decades..Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;centuaries&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; came to haunt me for the pass 4 weeks. Still manage to survive without studying. Frankly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; is a piece of cake. Or maybe in should say 9 pieces of cakes except BC or so called mandarin. The subject is an assassin. It takes a sniper rifle and shoot u from behind without you noticing. And one more thing that i won't understand for my entire life is why should we study those classic mandarin?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not going back to the past where those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;barbarian&lt;/span&gt; chinese generals go chopping off each others head. Ok, Mandarin do gave me a stab from my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to KL on 22th of december to help my Bro in his hunting mission. I don't really know what is he going to hunt for but i believe that he will go for females for sure..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Blog will be updated more frequent. If not, do remind me..See you guys in my next post. And sorry to all my followers=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-4574679919560889996?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/4574679919560889996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/12/ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4574679919560889996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4574679919560889996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1213920685366461093</id><published>2010-10-11T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T02:03:48.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is love =)</title><content type='html'>True love is the foundation of integrity, honesty and worship between  two individuals. Dearth of any of this pillar may perhaps lead to  maladjustment in a relation. True love has prevailed over  self-centeredness, egocentricity and bodily desires. It is a feeling of  serenity and completeness that gives a reason to live not for one’s own  self but for someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love seeks no condition or wish fulfillment. A person in true love  learns to forfeit and not hunt for his own benefit. It is not about  yearning to get married to your love but to watch him or her getting  married to the person they love. It is entirely committed to the welfare  of the other. True love cannot be experienced by each and everyone on  this earth. All of us fall in love with a particular person in our life  but very less could actually get united. But there is yet more lack of  strong hearts in this world who can sacrifice their love with a beam on  their face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seems to be tired, upset, secluded and thwarted. A human soul  could be utterly fatigued with the long-laden melancholy of life and the  reason is the lack of love which is the major strength of human being  to stay alive. Why should we want to live tomorrow? It is for the divine  love that gives us a motive to breathe today. We want to live forever  because of that love we are bestowed with by our loved ones. We want to  be loved by him or her today, tomorrow and forever. We want to live  because there is someone who loves us, someone we wish to see whenever  we’ll open our eyes as well as love him or her back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is all about loving someone just because they are themselves  and not their actions and values. True love never asks for any amendment  of your traits but accepts you as you are along with your positive and  negative attributes. Being in true love is such a divine feeling where  you will unsurprisingly lay down your own comfort for the safety and  happiness of your love. True love doesn’t yearn for reciprocation from  your love. It is a strength in itself that gives you selfless valor even  at the weakest end of your life. True love is also termed as  unconditional love which is a strong bond between lovers or spouses  which is claimed to be at a much higher point than bodily desires. Some  symptoms confirm that you are in True Love. A simple smile on your  lover’s face will take you to ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not bothered about anyone who is attracted to you; you’ll have  only one yearning to rest in your lover’s arms, no matter how hard your  day has gone but just a thought of your lover will bring an elated smile  on your face, irrespective of all the flaws in your lover, they’ll seem  to be the perfect human to you. True love is all about making  sacrifices and giving yourself completely without any expectation.  Finding and keeping love is not just a romantic idea; it is crucial for  our survival. No human can continue to exist without love. It is the  heart of a human body at the arrest of which one will be lost in the  realm of isolation. A person will not expire if he is deprived of love  but will live the life of a deceased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is god’s most wondrous gift man has ever received. True love is not  about spending some moments with your love, it’s not about lending an  ear to what others say about both of you; it’s not about asking for the  anything in return. True love happens when you feel that your life is  miserable and meaningless with that person, when you feel distressed and  lonely not because you miss your love but because you are worried  whether your love is in need of you. True love is always getting  involved in a physical attachment but experience an overwhelming feeling  of pure bliss when the two of you will kiss. You will agree to give up  everything without moaning just to see an everlasting smile on your  lover’s face. You sense a feeling of joy with the thought of doing  something for your love. When true love happens you will want to hold  your love in your arms for all the eternity, your lips will be locked  forever in your warm instances and you’ll wish that your time with your  love never ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is not always about having a candle dinner at the weekend or  exchanging the most expensive gifts with your love. It means much more  than that. Love cannot be measured with materialistic chattels neither  can it possessed by speaking romantic rhymes. Age, looks, social status,  what others think about you two, all these societal issues doesn’t  matter in True Love. It is an unconditional feeling that inspires,  revives and even sometimes hurts. You don’t have reasons for loving, you  just do. True Love is the soul’s recognition of it’s counter-point in  another, when you will find that counter-point, all the knowledge that  you were loaded with will seize to exist and you will only see that  counter-point. The sometimes euphoric, sometimes agonizing bliss from  heaven is known as True Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1213920685366461093?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1213920685366461093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1213920685366461093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1213920685366461093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-love.html' title='This is love =)'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-3581134225709656952</id><published>2010-07-04T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T18:39:22.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about love =)</title><content type='html'>What is life REALLY all about? It's all about love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people, when thinking about love, think about BEING LOVED. But, as  an adult, the deeper soul's journey is not about being loved - it is  about BEING LOVING. For small children, the main focus is on being  loved, but as we grow up we need to shift our focus from being loved to  being loving. When we do not shift our focus, we end up missing out on  what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being loving is about supporting our own and others highest good with  kindness, caring, understanding, and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When We Are Loving to Ourselves, We Are Loving to Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what many people believe, being loving to ourselves is not  at all about being selfish. Being loving to ourselves means that we are  taking full responsibility for our own feelings and needs so that we are  not needy, selfish, and demanding of others to do this for us. It is  when we are not loving ourselves that we selfishly make others  responsible for giving to us the love that we are not giving to  ourselves, and try to have control over getting their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being loving to ourselves never means that we disregard others' feelings  and needs. It doesn’t mean that we ignore the effect our behavior has  on others. We are being selfish rather than loving when we do not  consider the consequences of our actions on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, being loving to ourselves means that we do not allow  someone's needy and demanding behavior to determine our choices. For  example, if you want to do something that is important to you and your  partner is angry because he or she wants you to attend to him or her  rather than do what brings you joy, it is your partner who is being  selfish by not supporting what brings you joy. By doing what truly  brings you joy, you are not only being loving to yourself, you are also  being loving to your partner by giving him or her an opportunity to  learn and grow into being a more loving, supportive, personally  responsible person.&amp;nbsp; If you give in and do not do what brings you joy,  you are not only abandoning yourself, you are robbing your partner of  growing opportunities. This is not loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When We Are Loving to Others, We Are Loving to Ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not loving to ourselves to be unloving to others - to be harsh,  blaming, angry, judgmental, mean, or unkind. We can never feel happy  with ourselves when we are treating others in unkind ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being loving to others means being kind, understanding, compassionate,  empathic, supportive, and open to learning about their feelings and  beliefs. It does NOT mean that we take responsibility for their feelings  and needs. We can care about their feelings and needs, and care about  the effects our behavior has on them, without taking responsibility for  how they are treating themselves and what they are telling themselves  that are causing their own distress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loving others, we have to accept that it is their own treatment of  themselves and their own beliefs that cause their pain, not our choices.  We enable others rather than love them when we take responsibility for  their happiness and pain. The challenge here is to care about others'  feelings and needs without taking responsibility for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we care about and take responsibility for our own pain and joy, and  compassionately care about others pain and joy without taking  responsibility for them, we are being loving to ourselves and others.  Learning to do this is what life is all about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-3581134225709656952?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/3581134225709656952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-about-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3581134225709656952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3581134225709656952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-about-love.html' title='It&apos;s all about love =)'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1580893066361150399</id><published>2010-04-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:37:57.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i'm not~</title><content type='html'>Action is followed by consequences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, this incident happened few days ago....and the rumors spread so instantly, just like an elephant falling down from a building. Because of this, i have to answer many people, including my company and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Why don't you just forgive him and be done with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I thought about this before and i think it doesn't bring any benefits. Well, let me ask you. Have you ever got hurt before?For sure, you will remember or forgive him. What about when you are in a situation which you cant even forgive him?It's surely a deep wound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets are meant to be undisclosed. One thing that i cant accept until now is YOU are the one who told everyone the thing. Sometimes, it's hard to see you suffer. But if you are in my shoes, you will know the reason~Sometimes i keep guessing that am i important in your life? I think i got the answer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(COMMENT IS NOT WELCOMED)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1580893066361150399?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1580893066361150399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1580893066361150399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1580893066361150399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-im-not.html' title='I think i&apos;m not~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-8578809329045508490</id><published>2010-04-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:21:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Whoo! I can't even remember when was my last time blogging. Anyway, I'm trying to make blogging as my habit, not weekly but monthly i guess~Alright, straight to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys remember this photo right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznJJzYcJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RTVDyXT9plM/s1600/brothers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznJJzYcJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RTVDyXT9plM/s320/brothers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brothers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/12/09 was our last performance. But fortunately, on 21/03/10, our band regrouped to perform in a charity concert. At first, i was thinking that should i accept this performance as we don't have much time to practice. I was thinking to do something for my school before I leave. Thanks to my principal, I accepted this performance since it's a charity concert to collect money for our school's new block. Frankly, I kinda respect my school's principal. Without him, Hua Lian is still a peanut. Everyone is complaining when he asked us to get donation for our school. Think about it my friends~School is the place where we learned something new, learned how to be a good person, how to differentiate between good and bad. In my opinion, it's our responsibility to make the school a better place for everyone or maybe our future generation.Ok, i will stop my old-grandmother-stories here. Anyway, here are some photos and videos. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i920.photobucket.com/albums/ad41/stanley_yoon1993/junosaloon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i920.photobucket.com/albums/ad41/stanley_yoon1993/junosaloon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in Juno's saloon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i920.photobucket.com/albums/ad41/stanley_yoon1993/Joe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://i920.photobucket.com/albums/ad41/stanley_yoon1993/Joe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soloing (160BPM)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i920.photobucket.com/albums/ad41/stanley_yoon1993/bnw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://i920.photobucket.com/albums/ad41/stanley_yoon1993/bnw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BlackN'White has revived!~(Only m and the drummer are old members)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1364879434751 &amp;gt; Unplugged session with sis~&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1364536906188 &amp;gt; Oldies session @ Beyond&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1364031573555 &amp;gt; Rock Party @ Fly Away&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/stanley.yoon?v=app_2392950137&amp;amp;ref=profile#!/video/video.php?v=1364640548779 &amp;gt; Rock Party's Intro Song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really embarrassing happened before the unplugged session~When me and sis went up to the stage, I plug-in my guitar and suddenly the keyboard's stand broke and the keyboard fell. Everyone thought i accidentally kicked the keyboard's stand. Luckily Stevehong was there. He is such a professional event manager! He rushed up to the stage, get the keyboard and the stand, then started repairing it. Bravo man!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna end my post. For more photos and videos, add me in facebook www.facebook.com/stanley,yoon&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-8578809329045508490?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/8578809329045508490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/8578809329045508490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/8578809329045508490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznJJzYcJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RTVDyXT9plM/s72-c/brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-252079210527888663</id><published>2010-04-10T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:41:19.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'aimerai toujours</title><content type='html'>This post is not available anymore due to some private reason~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-252079210527888663?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/252079210527888663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/04/je-taimerai-toujours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/252079210527888663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/252079210527888663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/04/je-taimerai-toujours.html' title='Je t&apos;aimerai toujours'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-835577129049349262</id><published>2010-03-08T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:40:59.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/S5TUGZG8iCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PGzsCp5iFXc/s1600-h/we+are+the+world.jpeg"&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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/S5TUGZG8iCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PGzsCp5iFXc/s320/we+are+the+world.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446211055682095138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I started my day on the South East so I can welcome the warm embrace of the sunrise. The air was crisp, cool and smell so fresh. The fragrance of the green forest greeted me as the wind whispered in my body. The flowers were blooming with colors then and the butterflies roamed freely. The sky was so blue as if you can reach it with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds glided gracefully like angels sent from heaven and their sweet song echoed as it touches the mighty cliffs of the mountains. The rivers were clear as a mirror and its water was soft like a warm pillow. The school of fish danced gracefully underneath the picturesque beauty of the pacific sea. Its waves roared with joy as it touched the crystal shore. When the moon and the sun set above the ocean, the water twinkled like a diamond star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the memories of my past, the past I missed so hard. Time has faded my beauty and others abused my generosity. I gave shelter to mankind and nurtured his wildlife. I gave you food, clothing and medicine… but you gave me nothing. The billion of years that I took care of your generation have led to my slow destruction. I gave you everything my friend, but again, you gave me nothing. I am writing you today to say that I love you my dear friend. I am willing to share you everything and all that is left of what I have so you can live happily with your family. I am willing to sacrifice my life for your survival …because I care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you my friend, I will soon grow old and die. Time of my death is still unknown but at this pace, I know in a short while it will be known. Honestly, I am scared to die, I am scared not to see your children grow and I will be hurt to leave this world I know. Do you really love me my friend? Then why don't you take care of me like the way I take care of you? I am dying... I need you to save me. You are my only last hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/S5TTiNvBjkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xNvIS0-vARA/s1600-h/Mother+nature.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/S5TTiNvBjkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xNvIS0-vARA/s320/Mother+nature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446210434153680450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play our role to save the earth please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-835577129049349262?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/S5TUGZG8iCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PGzsCp5iFXc/s72-c/we+are+the+world.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-615260472667641369</id><published>2010-02-16T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:04:40.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>I often close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And i can see you smile&lt;br /&gt;You reach out for my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm woken from my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Although your heart is mine&lt;br /&gt;But it's hollow inside&lt;br /&gt;I never have your love and i never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you love me like &lt;br /&gt;I've always love you&lt;br /&gt;But how can you &lt;br /&gt;Love me like i love you&lt;br /&gt;When you cant even look me straight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;To be so in love&lt;br /&gt;To have someone there&lt;br /&gt;Yet feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;The one who wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;The one who say that&lt;br /&gt;You would never leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water's calm and still&lt;br /&gt;My reflection is there&lt;br /&gt;I see you holding me&lt;br /&gt;But then you disappear &lt;br /&gt;All that is left of you&lt;br /&gt;It's all memories&lt;br /&gt;One that only exist in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you love me like &lt;br /&gt;I've always love you&lt;br /&gt;But how can you &lt;br /&gt;Love me like i love you&lt;br /&gt;When you cant even look me straight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what hurts you&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel it too&lt;br /&gt;And it just hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;To know that i cant do a thing&lt;br /&gt;And deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i just know&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And i can see you smile&lt;br /&gt;You reach out for my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm woken from my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Although your heart is mine&lt;br /&gt;But it's hollow inside&lt;br /&gt;I never have your love and i never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-615260472667641369?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/615260472667641369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/615260472667641369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/615260472667641369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_16.html' title='=('/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-5796843715307639358</id><published>2010-01-11T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:33:09.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>友情如水（诗）</title><content type='html'>友情非酒&lt;br /&gt;酒杯中的友情&lt;br /&gt;见不得酒醒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;友情非茶&lt;br /&gt;茶杯中的友情&lt;br /&gt;清香不会永久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;友情非蜜&lt;br /&gt;蜜样的友情&lt;br /&gt;留下的常是苦楚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;友情非金&lt;br /&gt;让金污染的友情&lt;br /&gt;死都会糊里糊涂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有&lt;br /&gt;友情如水&lt;br /&gt;才会淡淡儿流&lt;br /&gt;流到天长地久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;请回味&lt;br /&gt;悲伤时&lt;br /&gt;那预料不到的&lt;br /&gt;一声&lt;br /&gt;挚诚问候&lt;br /&gt;困境中&lt;br /&gt;那不声不响&lt;br /&gt;向您&lt;br /&gt;伸来的手&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-5796843715307639358?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/5796843715307639358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Guess what? Im not involved in any countdown parties!(first time, proud of it) Yeah, im planning to become a good teenager this year. Not going to get involved in music anymore as this year is an important year to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well..Let's go down the memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/12/2009(D-music Live band concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzzmxB11XlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gSqJg3LdZdA/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzzmxB11XlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gSqJg3LdZdA/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421461781429444178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Szzm6zrJ04I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WkyPU7rQBBs/s1600-h/belaian+jiwa.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Szzm6zrJ04I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WkyPU7rQBBs/s320/belaian+jiwa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421461949425243010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu betapaku sayang padamu~Singing Belaian Jiwa with Mr. Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznJJzYcJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RTVDyXT9plM/s1600-h/brothers.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznJJzYcJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RTVDyXT9plM/s320/brothers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421462195883503762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers forever(Eric was not with us T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznYEQTOCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wI1UV5VuK2Q/s1600-h/overview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznYEQTOCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wI1UV5VuK2Q/s320/overview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421462452092221474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top View~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzzngbBCN7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/GZTWr4PU3uw/s1600-h/back+view.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzzngbBCN7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/GZTWr4PU3uw/s320/back+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421462595641161650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back View~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/12/2009(Ipoh Trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznuEw7DjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YuQ7T9x57gU/s1600-h/Me2.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzznuEw7DjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YuQ7T9x57gU/s320/Me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421462830186171954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said this pic reminds him about Christopher Reeves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Szzn5los-BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/a65iXYLRTVA/s1600-h/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Szzn5los-BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/a65iXYLRTVA/s320/me3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421463027988625426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing under the glaring sun..speechless~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say thanks you to my fans who supported me during 12/12. Thanks for the flowers you guys gave me especially the unknown girl. Hope 2010 will be a better year and less disasters~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all of you out there Happy New Year 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-5879097757832830096?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/5879097757832830096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/5879097757832830096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/5879097757832830096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010!!~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SzzmxB11XlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gSqJg3LdZdA/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-8502773718111380439</id><published>2009-11-21T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:44:07.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>Im very busy nowadays. Sorry to all my readers..Gonna update as soon as possible. 12/12/09..concert coming..let's rock the town D-Music~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-8502773718111380439?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/8502773718111380439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/8502773718111380439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/8502773718111380439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1912071520228191129</id><published>2009-10-18T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:45:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>We cannot solve life's problem except by solving them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement may seem idiotically tautological or self-evident, yet it is seemingly beyond the comprehension of much of the human race. This is because we must accept responsibility for a problem before we can solve it. We cannot solve problems by saying "It's not my problem". We cannot solve problem by hoping someone else will solve for us. The only way we can solve problems is to say "This is my problem and it's up to me to solve it". But many, so many, seek to avoid the pain of their problem by saying to themselves :"This problem was caused me by other people or by social circumstances beyond my control, and therefore it is up to other people or the society to solve this problem for me. It is not really my problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend got addicted to alcohol in the beginning but he denied that he was an alcoholic, or even that his use of alcohol was a personal problem. He kept on saying that this town would drive anyone to drink. His drinking continued and this made him separated from his girl-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately, i saw him in town again. He gave me a shocked when i first saw him in front of me. A perfectly talented, good looking guy in his teens is now a drug addict. I approached him and ask him why he had done this to himself.&lt;br /&gt;'To kill myself of course'&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you wanna kill yourself then?'&lt;br /&gt;'Because no one gives a damn and i can't stand this sickening life anymore'&lt;br /&gt;He began to cry in a whining sort of way. 'I don't have any friends. I'm all by myself all the time. I lived in a stupid housing area and none of them even care about me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him and ask:" Is that their problem to care about you? You should be handling your own life and you have to be responsible. Although you control your own life, but you don't have the power to end up your own life and the thing you are doing now is against the law'. He rose his voice. 'Are you my friend? Why don't you just support me for what i am doing now?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'At first, you are an alcoholic and it's ok to me. But then you 'improved'. You are once my friend and you always are. I had the responsibility to lead you to the right pathway.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke down into tears and promised me to change. Frankly, i don't really put much hope on him. I knew him well, maybe too well.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1912071520228191129?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1912071520228191129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/10/responsibility.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1912071520228191129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1912071520228191129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/10/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-4711937880868837302</id><published>2009-10-17T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:39:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New chat box available</title><content type='html'>NEW CHAT BOX AVAILABLE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not shit in my chatbox or i will track their IP address and report them..&lt;br /&gt;Please cooperate..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-4711937880868837302?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/4711937880868837302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-chat-box-available.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4711937880868837302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4711937880868837302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-chat-box-available.html' title='New chat box available'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-3996101522005879738</id><published>2009-10-11T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:35:37.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-time favourites</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fadtvZCh4ys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/fadtvZCh4ys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOmetimes when we touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-B1wdau8uHU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/-B1wdau8uHU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9T4XoOJtEA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/j9T4XoOJtEA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this post is to introduce some oldies to you guys. Hope you guys like it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-3996101522005879738?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/3996101522005879738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-time-favourites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3996101522005879738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3996101522005879738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-time-favourites.html' title='All-time favourites'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1645470592894143052</id><published>2009-09-26T02:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:39:10.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos~</title><content type='html'>Photos update :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0Kpgc1lrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0at_nh3LGbE/s1600-h/DSC03141.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0Kpgc1lrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0at_nh3LGbE/s320/DSC03141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385472437606782642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this photo..o0o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0LMK9NmHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EF_AOnEE7Uo/s1600-h/DSC03142.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0LMK9NmHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EF_AOnEE7Uo/s320/DSC03142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385473033132415090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having green tea with my 'mum'..not WIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0Li065GBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dPLqtFCHjAo/s1600-h/DSC03146.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0Li065GBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dPLqtFCHjAo/s320/DSC03146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385473422354094098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!a pair of testis and a penis?!nola..it's obvious la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0L-MznY4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/QavyUeVVTRM/s1600-h/DSC03147.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0L-MznY4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/QavyUeVVTRM/s320/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385473892622492546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!that's a big one~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0M63CqW0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jiRIAOaf0Zs/s1600-h/me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0M63CqW0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jiRIAOaf0Zs/s320/me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385474934752041794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally..a normal photo of me and dun huang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0OFNOjBUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rOtedGu5Pfc/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0OFNOjBUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rOtedGu5Pfc/s320/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385476212017792322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to grab my hands and got caught by paparazi??nola..actually im passing him the guitar strings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1645470592894143052?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1645470592894143052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1645470592894143052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1645470592894143052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos.html' title='Photos~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Sr0Kpgc1lrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0at_nh3LGbE/s72-c/DSC03141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-7536610178381782978</id><published>2009-09-17T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:23:53.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message by George Carlin</title><content type='html'>A Message by George Carlin: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space.. We've done larger things, but not better things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. An embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      -George Carlin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This message is very meaningful. Spend more time with your love one~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-7536610178381782978?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/7536610178381782978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/09/message-by-george-carlin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7536610178381782978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7536610178381782978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/09/message-by-george-carlin.html' title='A Message by George Carlin'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-7720801247403180526</id><published>2009-09-09T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:27:15.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我老了</title><content type='html'>随着岁月的流失，&lt;br /&gt;跟着时间的脚步，&lt;br /&gt;抹不去的回忆，&lt;br /&gt;渐渐在脑海中浮现着~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经度日如年的我也渐渐的长大了。第一天上中学的情景，就好像是昨日的事。我认识不少朋友，无论在何处都有一个人陪伴着，知心朋友又有多少位？朋友就像一列火车中途有人下车，也会有人上车,但能真真了解司机的理想的乘客有几个？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经陪我一起渡过生命中的喜怒哀乐的朋友也开始成为路人。我试着珍惜他们，然而他们的出现偶尔会让我措手不及，但我也尽力的让自己不会留下遗憾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我触动这一切，只因生命不能重来。感谢岁月赐予我的故事，包括那些爱与伤害。我老了，这不该是件难过的事。尽管这是一种结束或另一个旅程的开始....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-7720801247403180526?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/7720801247403180526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7720801247403180526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7720801247403180526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='我老了'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-3853952685994223389</id><published>2009-08-31T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:43:52.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Merdeka~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Spq5Pwo3WQI/AAAAAAAAADg/7PL7ol4qdK8/s1600-h/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Spq5Pwo3WQI/AAAAAAAAADg/7PL7ol4qdK8/s320/beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375812785625585922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was kid, my dad used to take me to an open-air stadium for count down. I was very short. My dad carried me on his shoulder so that i can have a nice view of what was happening. Mom kept on screaming and yelling to my dad and warned him not to carry me too high. When the fireworks blasted in the sky and everyone was shouting like a maniac, I followed what they did. Memories are so beautiful......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm 16. I had a good life, a bunch of lunatic friends, a few enemies and a good career. What I'm hoping is everyone will stay happy and healthy forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world keep spinning&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise and sunset&lt;br /&gt;People are born every second&lt;br /&gt;People die every second&lt;br /&gt;No matter whoever you are, you can't stop those things from happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a journey without end. Appreciate every passer-by and beautiful moments. These are things that make your life beautiful and different from others. Face all problems with bravery. Never try to end up your life as a lot of people is fighting to live. This is really a wonderful world. If I'm going away one day, i will never regret as i have seen many things and experienced them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate life! Make this world a wonderful place for everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-3853952685994223389?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/3853952685994223389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3853952685994223389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3853952685994223389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka.html' title='~Merdeka~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Spq5Pwo3WQI/AAAAAAAAADg/7PL7ol4qdK8/s72-c/beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-2261861369100672086</id><published>2009-08-02T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:04:41.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry everyone</title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone. I have to remove my chatbox due to some idiotic brainless people who shit in my cbox. Maybe i will not recreate a new cbox anymore~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-2261861369100672086?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/2261861369100672086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/2261861369100672086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/2261861369100672086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-everyone.html' title='Sorry everyone'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-4338717445943399314</id><published>2009-07-11T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:50:53.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Frontier Composing Competition @ 2009</title><content type='html'>Yeah..Im in the final!! Thanks god...Here are some photos taken during the competition (before and after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg0_0tpQ9I/AAAAAAAAACo/eTFaWEbI6Dg/s1600-h/Do+Re+Mi.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg0_0tpQ9I/AAAAAAAAACo/eTFaWEbI6Dg/s320/Do+Re+Mi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357090027843699666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Re Mi Fa..Who is the guy in white??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg1Mo_fufI/AAAAAAAAACw/A6oVT1yKoLQ/s1600-h/Registering.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg1Mo_fufI/AAAAAAAAACw/A6oVT1yKoLQ/s320/Registering.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357090248035645938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registrations in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg1Vwjz4-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kwFOPjlL7ws/s1600-h/Mad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg1Vwjz4-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kwFOPjlL7ws/s320/Mad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357090404685833186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the heck is he doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg1kogcycI/AAAAAAAAADA/DW2a-yDBysc/s1600-h/Band.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg1kogcycI/AAAAAAAAADA/DW2a-yDBysc/s320/Band.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357090660222290370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band..Im on stage when they took this pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg1y5N7vuI/AAAAAAAAADI/Mp0ddPpMGPI/s1600-h/liqoon.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/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg1y5N7vuI/AAAAAAAAADI/Mp0ddPpMGPI/s320/liqoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357090905226198754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS-ing with Liqoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg2AR3n9MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QHkDE3mKT4I/s1600-h/45454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg2AR3n9MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QHkDE3mKT4I/s320/45454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357091135181812930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poster(taken in year 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg2LZPqnfI/AAAAAAAAADY/h8A4tOmDO6E/s1600-h/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg2LZPqnfI/AAAAAAAAADY/h8A4tOmDO6E/s320/me1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357091326140259826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poster again (taken in 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Any differences?? Bingo! I got darker due to the thinning of the ozone layer. Keep going for swimming nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GREEN EVERYONE! SAFE OUR MOTHER NATURE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-4338717445943399314?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/4338717445943399314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-frontier-composing-competition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4338717445943399314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4338717445943399314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-frontier-composing-competition.html' title='Golden Frontier Composing Competition @ 2009'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/Slg0_0tpQ9I/AAAAAAAAACo/eTFaWEbI6Dg/s72-c/Do+Re+Mi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-6002848768007101340</id><published>2009-06-25T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:05:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's near~</title><content type='html'>What next?? Northern Group of Composing..Im coming and gonna win this competition! Ain't gonna disappoint those who support me. MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-6002848768007101340?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/6002848768007101340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6002848768007101340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6002848768007101340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-near.html' title='It&apos;s near~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-6102240109037058593</id><published>2009-06-20T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:33:38.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im scared of the school's disciplinary teacher!!</title><content type='html'>I got a freaking haircut from the school yesterday. Well, it looks totally awful!! At first, i thought the disciplinary teacher would just fine us. But who knew, he picked up the phone and called a barber. While we were having our haircut in the hot and stuffy school hall, our school's principal began to take out his camera and had a few shot. Luckily i managed to hide from his camera. Here is my new hair style...I hate it much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SjxldPByWWI/AAAAAAAAABg/8yOBhFacD8k/s1600-h/Me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SjxldPByWWI/AAAAAAAAABg/8yOBhFacD8k/s320/Me1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349262010333944162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my hair for 4 months and now..it's GONE!! GONE!! *sob*...Anyone know what kind of pills that i can take to let my hair grow faster??Im not going on stage for the "Whole Malaysia Composing Competition" with this kind of hairstyle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-6102240109037058593?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/6102240109037058593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-scared-of-schools-disciplinary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6102240109037058593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6102240109037058593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-scared-of-schools-disciplinary.html' title='Im scared of the school&apos;s disciplinary teacher!!'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SjxldPByWWI/AAAAAAAAABg/8yOBhFacD8k/s72-c/Me1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-2214980089334903631</id><published>2009-06-11T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:59:27.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>TO EVERYONE I KNOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wisdom isn't about not making mistakes but about learning to escape afterwards with our dignity sanity intact*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we look back and see where we went wrong and resolve not to repeat such mistakes, there is little else we need to do. Remember that any RULES that apply to yourself is also apply to everyone else around us. They are getting older and older too. And not any wiser particularly. Once you accept this, you will be more forgiving and kinder towards yourself or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, time does heal and things do get better as we got older. After all, the most mistakes we made, the less likely that we will come up with new ones. The best thing is that if we get a lot of mistakes over and over again and done with early on in life, there will be less to learn the hard way later on. And that's why youth is all about, a chance to make all the mistakes you can and get them out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda ridiculous if someone say that they didn't make any mistakes in life. Perhaps they have done too many mistakes and they didn't even realize it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-2214980089334903631?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/2214980089334903631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/06/mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/2214980089334903631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/2214980089334903631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/06/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1196844167526567162</id><published>2009-06-06T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:58:25.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Truth Ever...</title><content type='html'>Life is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great truth, one of the greatest truth. It is a great truth because once we truly see the truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult - once we truly understand and accept it - then the life is no longer difficult. Because once it's accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most do not fully see the truth that life is difficult. Instead they moan more or less incessantly, noisily or subtly, about the enormity of their problems, their burdens, and their difficulties as if life is generally easy, as if life should be easy. They voice their belief, noisily or subtly, that their difficulties represent a unique kind of affliction that should not be and that has somehow been especially visited upon them and upon others. I know about this moaning because i have done my share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of problems. We can't just moan about them..Try to figure the way to solve it and i believe you will be a better person at the end of the day........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1196844167526567162?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1196844167526567162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/06/greatest-truth-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1196844167526567162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1196844167526567162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/06/greatest-truth-ever.html' title='The Greatest Truth Ever...'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-6144134913709777000</id><published>2009-05-30T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:16:07.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Music</title><content type='html'>I went for the weekly band practice yesterday. The practice is suppose to be at 8pm. I reach there around 7.57pm(im sure coz i check my watch and adjust my cars clock) and i waited there. I waited for almost half an hour and no one showed up. I was damn angry. And every one showed up at 9.00pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the d-music members: YOU GUYS MUCH CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck you guys are thinking? Think im too free and got nothing to do? I tried my best to attend the meeting and practice. I even rejected my best friends birthday invitation just because of this meeting. You guys will have no way further in life if you keep this attitude. Everyone giving me stupid excuse and say that you guys are busy. Im way more busy than you all are. Why i manage to attend but you all cant?? I wasted my one hour sitting in the car and waited for you all. When a member came, she saw me and winked at me. I asked her for her reason why was she being late. She smiled and say she got here at 8.10pm and saw my car. She asked her parents to drove off because nobody else was there. This really got in my nerves! I hate this kind of fucking attitude. One of the member who reached at 8.30pm told me that he was late because he sat at home and have a nice drink and enjoyed his favorite TV show. I gave him a piece of my mind and he said that there was no point coming early coz everyone is going to be late. What the hell is this statement? Meeting is scheduled at 8.00pm and and you guys reached at 9.00pm??What the god damn thing is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure all of you wont be late for the next meeting or else im not going to attend anymore in the future!!!Don't regret!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-6144134913709777000?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/6144134913709777000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-music.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6144134913709777000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/6144134913709777000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-music.html' title='D-Music'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1803348236702677918</id><published>2009-05-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:47:07.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune telling</title><content type='html'>Chatted with my sis just now. I cant believe that she knows about fortune-telling...This is what she told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 16 years and 23 days old&lt;br /&gt;You were born on Monday&lt;br /&gt;On a lovely spring day&lt;br /&gt;You were born: 5867 days ago&lt;br /&gt;You were born: 192 months ago&lt;br /&gt;You were born: 838 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;Your next birthday is in: 342 days&lt;br /&gt;Your Chinese zodiac sign: Rooster &lt;br /&gt;Your zodiac sign : Taurus &lt;br /&gt;Your element : Earth &lt;br /&gt;Your planet: Venus &lt;br /&gt;Your colour: Green &lt;br /&gt;Your stone: Emerald &lt;br /&gt;Your birth number 3&lt;br /&gt;--You are incorrigible optimists and try to transmit your crucial point of view to others also. The trust and good nature you inspire in others lends you well to central roles. You certainly won’t have to go any further out of your way to gain friends, and even followers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS: Avoid being overcome by boredom and devote yourself to your duties. At work, a close friend will help you to improve your situation. In Love, you could make a dream of yours come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your profession was dancer, singer, actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brief psychological profile in that past life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Environment often misunderstood him, but respected his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lesson, that your last past life brought to present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lesson -- to study, to practice and to use wisdom, enclosed in psychological sciences, and in ancient manuscripts. With strong faith and hard work you will reach your real destiny in present life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who knows me :This is accurate right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1803348236702677918?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1803348236702677918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/fortune-telling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1803348236702677918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1803348236702677918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/fortune-telling.html' title='Fortune telling'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-8980406555794206845</id><published>2009-05-22T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:16:33.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing i wanna say</title><content type='html'>The only thing i wanna say is....I HATE EXAM!!!It's just wasting time and natural resources. People cut down millions of trees just because of our exam..Stupid exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..exam is dead boring. I managed to finish every paper before the time limit. As i was too boring, i began to disturb my friend. I threw small pieces of eraser towards them and they started to scream and laugh. One of my friend even threw small pieces of paper to our invigilator. When the papers got stuck on the stupid invigilators head, we started to laugh and laugh non-stop. It's kind of fun to do that..XD(dun call us JERK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Have to study for the next paper. History..hate that idiotic subject!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-8980406555794206845?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/8980406555794206845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-thing-i-wanna-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/8980406555794206845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/8980406555794206845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-thing-i-wanna-say.html' title='The only thing i wanna say'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-5772539553867013932</id><published>2009-05-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:57:41.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid mid-term exam</title><content type='html'>Having the stupid mid-term exam tomorrow. Wish me luck everyone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-5772539553867013932?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/5772539553867013932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-mid-term-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/5772539553867013932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/5772539553867013932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-mid-term-exam.html' title='Stupid mid-term exam'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-4801992213272582582</id><published>2009-05-17T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:10:24.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching</title><content type='html'>Went on youtube recently and found this video. This kind of things actually happened in real life. Talented singers nowadays cant get their own stage..haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-49NrEVfNA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&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/r-49NrEVfNA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&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;&lt;br /&gt;*Take a look everyone*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-4801992213272582582?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/4801992213272582582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/touching.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4801992213272582582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4801992213272582582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/touching.html' title='Touching'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-818590590646473043</id><published>2009-05-09T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:38:24.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is going on with my life??!</title><content type='html'>When i was on my way to studio yesterday, Rynn gave me a call and he said that he had completed his masterpiece. I was shocked. It's impossible for him to complete a song in the matter of hours *admire him so much*. Hours later, i got a call from my company and they say that something is going wrong with the copyright and i maybe will get sue because of that. Feel like banging my head on the damn wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, my biology teacher lost my experiment's report. I need to rewrite it during this weekend. How the hell am i going to spend 10 minutes on my messy writing table to rewrite the report and i don't have a single minute to waste when i have a new project going on?! I even cant spend hours sleeping on my comfortable bed at night.Perhaps i will go and give a piece of my mind to the MANIAC on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a competition going on this saturday and i haven't finish the damn melody yet. I cant even withdraw from this competition as i promised my principle to go for it. I would like to pay more attention on music but exam is just around the corner. I cant get anymore B's this time...all A's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pissed of to bed. Have only 3 hours to sleep and i spend 5 minutes on this post. Stupid me! I should use the time to get some rest or else i will look old very very soon....*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-818590590646473043?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/818590590646473043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hell-is-going-on-with-my-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/818590590646473043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/818590590646473043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hell-is-going-on-with-my-life.html' title='What the hell is going on with my life??!'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-5678452185377268655</id><published>2009-04-05T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:06:50.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SdiNKIA7YeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oO8-TZRsY2o/s1600-h/Unborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SdiNKIA7YeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oO8-TZRsY2o/s320/Unborn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321158164827824610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the cinema with a group of girls yesterday for a movie "The Unborn". The Unborn is a supernatural thriller that draws upon the legend of a dybbuk, a malevolent spirit that refuses to leave the human world and inhabits the body of a person. Protagonist Casey Beldon (she is pretty) is plagued by merciless dreams, visions of strange looking dogs, and an evil child with bright blue eyes. The movie starts with Casey jogging, when suddenly, there is a blue glove on the trail. She picks it up and turns around to see a boy, with a blue glove missing from his left hand. After Casey blinks, the boy turns into a dog with a mask on. The dog walks into the forest, with Casey aftering it. Casey finds the mask on the ground, with the string buried in the dirt. She digs it up, and finds a glass jar with an unborn baby inside it. Suddenly, the unborn baby opens its eyes. The next scene cuts to Casey baby-sitting Matty, her neighbor's son. He is upstairs, supposedly taking a nap. Casey is downstairs talking on the phone to her best friend Romey (Casey call her sexy bitch). Suddenly, there is a voice that says "Jumby wants to be born now," on the baby monitor used for Matty's baby sister. After yelling, "Matty, are you awake?" Casey goes upstairs to check on them. Matty was standing over the baby's crib, holding a mirror to the baby's face. After being hit with the mirror, Casey's eyes begin to change color and she learns she had a twin brother who died in the womb. Casey begins to suspect that the spirit haunting her is the soul of her dead twin, being possessed by a dybbuk, wanting to be born so it can transfer to the world of the living.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie suppose to be a horror movie but we were laughing and laughing and laughing throughout the whole movie. As we were so irritating, people behind us began to ask us to keep quite. We ignored them and keep on our laughter. We even scream loudly without any reason and burst into laughter. Eventually, some of them sitting behind us began to throw popcorn at us. Some of them thought we were some kind of maniac which just came out from the "Hospital Bahagia". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a great day although we dismissed early. I do hope that i can spend every weekends with these girls............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-5678452185377268655?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/5678452185377268655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/04/unborn.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/5678452185377268655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/5678452185377268655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/04/unborn.html' title='The Unborn'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/SdiNKIA7YeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oO8-TZRsY2o/s72-c/Unborn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-3748317238303870060</id><published>2009-03-30T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:05:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about procrastination</title><content type='html'>Procrastination eventually damaged my entire life. Read an article about how to cure procrastination recently. The author says that there is 2 ways to cure it. First of all, we have to prepare a to-do list. List out everything we need to do in a day and follow it tightly. After getting the meaning of this sentence, i said to myself, "am i going to follow what this maniac says?" The answer is no. The author also says that we should give ourselves rewards. This is totally ridiculous to me because i give myself rewards almost every second in my entire life. As a conclusion, i would never cure this fatal disease that will ruin my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the readers, &lt;br /&gt; Did anyone of you actually cured this horrible disease? If yes, please teach me...Off to bed~Nitez...^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-3748317238303870060?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/3748317238303870060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-about-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3748317238303870060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/3748317238303870060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-about-procrastination.html' title='It&apos;s all about procrastination'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-7632304676958734520</id><published>2009-03-24T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:38:19.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Have been absent form school for 2 days. Feeling damn awful. Hope to get well by tomorrow. Pray for me lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-7632304676958734520?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/7632304676958734520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7632304676958734520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7632304676958734520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-4974811733417606997</id><published>2009-03-10T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:41:44.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed~~</title><content type='html'>At last.....I failed my Bahasa Cina.Not funny right??Here is some questions that i get it wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) 有风方起浪，无风吹喇叭&lt;br /&gt;2.) 天苍苍野茫茫， 风吹草地牛吃羊&lt;br /&gt;3.) 谁知盘中餐， 谁人不吃饭&lt;br /&gt;4.) 蜀中无大将， 吴国有大将&lt;br /&gt;5.) 将相本无种， 何来两利种&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seriously, i didn't even know what those sentences mean. And i really don't have any ideas to continue those sentences.As a result, i simply write by following the rhythm. I really wanted to screw my dad for sending me to a freaking chinese school. Hope that i can score in other subjects tomorrow..peace off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-4974811733417606997?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/4974811733417606997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/03/failed.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4974811733417606997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/4974811733417606997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/03/failed.html' title='Failed~~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1942743755040960710</id><published>2009-03-09T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:20:18.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>Having my monthly examination tomorrow. Seriously, Im not prepared yet. I think im going to die in a very natural dead by tomorrow~. Wish me luck guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1942743755040960710?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1942743755040960710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1942743755040960710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1942743755040960710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-7319122665635105073</id><published>2009-02-28T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:03:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Wonderful World</title><content type='html'>Went for my weekly charity work today. Believe it or not? I can remember all of those orphan's name(Proud of myself). We did what we usually do in the orphanage. I gave them motivation. I really cant believe that i talked to them like a grandmother. My friend and i asked about their dreams and ambitions. Most of them wanted to become doctors and policemen. When i asked a kid name Joshua about his ambition, surprisingly, he answered me 'Scientist!' proudly(he is just 8 years old!!). He can name all the planets correctly. It's unbelievable right? He promised me that he will become a scientist in 20 years time. Im really proud of him. Joshua is just like my son. A very smart child but lazy. I promised to get him a new watch and a video game if he do well in his examinations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Louis Armstrong said 'Everyone is equal in this world. Let's make this planet a wonderful place which is full of love and happiness.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What A Wonderful World      Lyrics and Melody by Louis Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see trees are green&lt;br /&gt;Red roses too&lt;br /&gt;I see them bloom&lt;br /&gt;For me and you&lt;br /&gt;When i think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;And clouds are white&lt;br /&gt;The bright blessed day&lt;br /&gt;The dark scares the night&lt;br /&gt;When i think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;So pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And also on the faces&lt;br /&gt;Of people going by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands&lt;br /&gt;Saying how do you do&lt;br /&gt;They really say&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard babies cry&lt;br /&gt;I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;They learn much more&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;When i think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-7319122665635105073?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/7319122665635105073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-wonderful-world.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7319122665635105073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7319122665635105073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What A Wonderful World'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-7057167060498520318</id><published>2009-02-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:05:40.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Who I Am....</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's time for me to be back myself. No more faking and acting. I should be proud of myself!!! The new Stanley is born in this moment~~Thanks for all the supports...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-7057167060498520318?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/7057167060498520318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7057167060498520318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/7057167060498520318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-who-i-am.html' title='I Am Who I Am....'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909425738481705235.post-1638828733972360829</id><published>2009-02-23T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:04:13.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start??Perhaps~</title><content type='html'>Shut down my blog in wretch because blog hijackers is damn active there. Since i create a new blog, i think i should also turn my life over. Lately, my life is full of sorrow, anger and it's miserable. Maybe it's because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feng shui&lt;/span&gt;(crapping). Anyway, i really hope that i can turn over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems meaningless nowadays.Here is my life's equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Life=Music+Study*&lt;br /&gt;*Life=Restless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you turn this equation, it will be still the same. Since I turn single, life's more meaningless. Sometimes im really sick of my life, sick of some of my friends, teachers and my family. They just don't understand what the hell do i want.(maybe it sounds harsh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i found something meaningful!!It's doing charity work. Through that, i can spend some of my restless lifetime on the unfortunate. Maybe it's a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have no problem in my add maths, chemistry or biology but Mandarin.(pls dun laugh). This language is sickening. It makes me headache. Maybe my parents made a huge mistake for sending me to a chinese school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly test is just around the corner. I can imagine what grade I can get for my mandarin. Anyway, i will try my best to brush up my mandarin. Since this world is full of challenges, we should have an eager mind to learn each of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not write anymore songs as i don't have time for it. Maybe i will quit my job or change my contract. Who knows about future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Going to bed now although it's a bit early. "Early bed early rise, makes me healthy and wise." &lt;&lt; Have to keep this proverb in my mind...lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909425738481705235-1638828733972360829?l=stanley1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/feeds/1638828733972360829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-startperhaprs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1638828733972360829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909425738481705235/posts/default/1638828733972360829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanley1993.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-startperhaprs.html' title='A New Start??Perhaps~'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15247025316027035295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKrkjXLGIzU/St3B_VwZksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tTF-WM-vuTE/S220/45454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
