<?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-7819291264081728800</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:08:37.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate everything</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1859385578111287132</id><published>2010-04-24T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:41:18.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something something</title><content type='html'>i think i have outgrown the "blogging phase" almost everyone experiences sometimes in their early lives. actually, on hindsight, i never really wrote much anyway (given my laziness) but still, a blog is a blog lolz. also, i realised i havent written lately (not like i want to, anyway) and since im immensely bored, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at my blog posts, i realised i was quite a gay retard in 2007 or 2008 before becoming an angsty retard in 2009 (dark ages). i must say that this transition was triggered by some facets of life that put me off or let me down. whatever it is, 2010 has been good so far because i just care less/don't care about many more things. i find that life is basically nicer once you care less about stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from experience, i have found out (through the hard way) that not knowing when to give up is probably the biggest mistake any human can ever, ever make. seriously, i think this is the reason why i am who i am today. i am one who gives up kind of easily. for me, 1 reason to give up would cause me to re-consider/ignore 10 other reasons not to. this also explains why i don't rly care too much about many things - because i fear disappointment. i think its this fear of disappointment (is there a word for it?) that drives me (and people like me) to give up easily because it's easier to draw solace from your own choice of withdrawal rather than face impending doom. granted, there might be a chance of success in situations/scenarios like this but i'd rather not take the risk of failure and have my world come crashing down like so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some things i actually care about:&lt;br /&gt;1. family&lt;br /&gt;2. friends&lt;br /&gt;3. studies (including piano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice there isn't much? that's cos there isn't anything else worth my concern. lol i think there was sth else i wanted to say but i think i forgot so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a whole, i think 2010 so far has been pretty alright. there isn't much to look forward to actually with the exception of a few good movies like ironman2, shutterisland, ipman2 and blablablablablabla so on and so forth. when all else fails (to capture my attention), there's always the a-levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1859385578111287132?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1859385578111287132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1859385578111287132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1859385578111287132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1859385578111287132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-something.html' title='something something'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-790342979152593726</id><published>2009-07-18T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:10:27.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate people (most of them)</title><content type='html'>you know why i hate people? cos whenever i see most of them, i feel like bashing them up. why the fuck do such people exist to piss me off? most of the time, these people are those that i dont know but who cares? they deserve to be bashed up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw everybody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-790342979152593726?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/790342979152593726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=790342979152593726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/790342979152593726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/790342979152593726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-people-most-of-them.html' title='i hate people (most of them)'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-6203326214148365577</id><published>2009-07-10T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:07:31.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naruto</title><content type='html'>have i ever said i hated naruto, that manga series? well, that's wrong now. cos i hate it to the core. naruto sucks. naruto is bullshit. i despise the series. in fact, i find it quite traumatising that i used to like naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the manga and anime series were pretty cool until sasuke left this half-assed village called konoha. ever since, the next 400? chapters have been devoted to finding him or some other shit like that. you know what that sounds like to me? yeah, it sounds like a load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the next 3 years or so (that's right, fags, 3 years), naruto just got suckier and shittier. and in the same 3 years, i heard/read about the storyline a few times and it never failed to put me to sleep. naruto &gt; lullabies. i came to know that my favourite characters in the story had -GASP!- died. so what's the point of the story now that kakashi and itachi are dead, huh? the manga series is now devoid of its final semblances of coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little more crap about the stupid plot. there's this organisation called akatsuki which wants to unite all the tailed monsters (theres like 9 of these shits) and all the members are pretty mysterious. well, 3 years back, everyone was longing to know the identity of the organisation's leader. but suddenly, there's this shitfucker called tobi who joins akatsuki. and when finally the identity of the leader is revealed, it is at the same time revealed that he is, in actual fact, not really the leader but actually a puppet figure for tobi, who is the real leader. can someone say "wtf" out loud? what the hell is this shit supposed to be? a twist? it sucks so bad it sounds like a big lie told by a 2 year-old. SNORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH but wait, did i mention that tobi is not really tobi? yes, that's right. he is the "banished something" or whatever from the uchiha clan, uchiha madara. apparently hes some old fag whos errr... planning to take over the world or some shit like that (cheesy overused plot). naruto still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and naruto himself is a big wuss. what the hell, everytime he fights, he ends up getting owned. theres no two ways about that. but suddenly, he will accidentally unleash the kyuubi inside him and he will win the fight. how corny is that? the biggest thing about that shit that pisses me off is that everytime he wins, he will give his signature smile and signature quote, "i have gotten stronger, i must protect my friends". fuck your friends, naruto and fuck you too. then this little fucker runs off to train with a pervert and learns all sorts of bullshit skills which he never uses at all. in fact, the only thing he uses in battles  are his cloning skill, his luck and his cloning skill (yes he can use this skill more than once, or twice). in fact, his fights are so damn boring and so long and so full of philosophical shit that it pisses the shit out of everyone and not just me. naruto sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have i mentioned that naruto is gay? well i was on onemanga.com a few minutes ago as i was looking for the latest chapter of one piece (best manga series in the world) when i happened to chance upon naruto chapter 455. being curious, i clicked the link. after just one or two pages, naruto said, "sasuke is my friend, i loved those times we had together". WHAT THE FUCK?! this reinforces my point that the recurring theme in this series is that naruto wants to bring sasuke back to konoha all the time. im not saying that theres anything wrong with recurring themes, except if it recurs one time too many (ie, 400 chapters). fuck you naruto, stop being a closet faggot. if you want to be gay, just tell the whole damn world. i think the only shit in naruto's mind is his childhood friend sasuke and that's not being loyal, thats just being retarded and having too much time on his hands. guess what, people? naruto still sucks, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE NARUTO, they should just cancel it and kill the author(s) &lt;-- i dont believe so much bullshit could come out of one author alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-6203326214148365577?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/6203326214148365577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=6203326214148365577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/6203326214148365577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/6203326214148365577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/07/naruto.html' title='naruto'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1530995779110006975</id><published>2009-07-10T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:56:23.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this</title><content type='html'>wtf man, this rly pisses me off so much i actually feel like bashing my comp up. everytime this shit happens i get so angry i cant explain how it feels. its so damn irritating. you know wtf just happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked invoker, solo-ed mid, farmed 72 creeps in 18 mins and denied 24 (without chaos meteor), got a kill (no deaths) and farmed out one bot 2 nulls 1 ultiorb. just when i thought my life was changing for the better, BAM! the screen freezes and the music stops.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.memedepot.com/uploads/0/406_what_the_fark_is_this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.memedepot.com/uploads/0/406_what_the_fark_is_this.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then i have to restart my computer. and rejoin garena. AND GET SO PISSED OFF I ACTUALLY START WRITING A POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life really sucks dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1530995779110006975?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1530995779110006975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1530995779110006975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1530995779110006975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1530995779110006975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-this.html' title='i hate this'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1396515034380977906</id><published>2009-07-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:53:28.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2 of the big hatelist</title><content type='html'>guess what? its been about 4 days since i last posted. and guess what else? i still hate everything. this is the other half of the big hatelist i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. simpsons&lt;br /&gt;27. anyone who likes simpsons&lt;br /&gt;28. mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;29. earthworms (worms in general)&lt;br /&gt;30. centipedes&lt;br /&gt;31. snails&lt;br /&gt;32. examinations&lt;br /&gt;33. teletubbies&lt;br /&gt;34. gransazers&lt;br /&gt;35. power rangers (or any other "heroes" with similar faggotry)&lt;br /&gt;36. oatmeal bread&lt;br /&gt;37. ed, edd and eddy (this cartoon rly pisses the shit out of me)&lt;br /&gt;38. IR babboon (this cartoon pisses the shit out of me as well)&lt;br /&gt;39. cow and chicken (this cartoon already pissed the shit out of me)&lt;br /&gt;40. basically cartoon network in general&lt;br /&gt;41. mamemo (i hate these faggot green cows who run around doing nothing besides shaking their udders at some small shitbag dressed in red)&lt;br /&gt;42. south park (this shit sucks)&lt;br /&gt;43. going to school&lt;br /&gt;44. being in school&lt;br /&gt;45. school&lt;br /&gt;46. 20th century boys&lt;br /&gt;47. bleach&lt;br /&gt;48. naruto&lt;br /&gt;49. faggots with stupid names (who calls themselves "sky" or "show" deserves to be shot)&lt;br /&gt;50. typing with capital letters (cos i hate holding shift, so there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, of course, everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1396515034380977906?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1396515034380977906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1396515034380977906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1396515034380977906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1396515034380977906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-2-of-big-hatelist.html' title='part 2 of the big hatelist'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-3250280746005149620</id><published>2009-07-06T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:42:24.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things i hate</title><content type='html'>i am bored and i hate many things, so i will make use of these two factors and list down a narrow list of 50 things that i hate here, in no particular order of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. people&lt;br /&gt;2. shitty music&lt;br /&gt;3. shitty clothes&lt;br /&gt;4. shitty band names (think: "boys like girls" &lt;--- if not? boys like boys? SNORE.)&lt;br /&gt;5. pork&lt;br /&gt;6. mutton&lt;br /&gt;7. beef&lt;br /&gt;8. broccoli&lt;br /&gt;9. any kind of meat except fish/egg&lt;br /&gt;10. golf&lt;br /&gt;11. wrestling&lt;br /&gt;12. pool&lt;br /&gt;13. too sunny days&lt;br /&gt;14. too rainy days&lt;br /&gt;15. biology&lt;br /&gt;16. chemistry&lt;br /&gt;17. physics&lt;br /&gt;18. waking up early&lt;br /&gt;19. sleeping early&lt;br /&gt;20. real madrid&lt;br /&gt;21. liverpool&lt;br /&gt;22. manchester city&lt;br /&gt;23. chelsea&lt;br /&gt;24. singapore television (most of it)&lt;br /&gt;25. procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue this list another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-3250280746005149620?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/3250280746005149620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=3250280746005149620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/3250280746005149620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/3250280746005149620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-things-i-hate.html' title='50 things i hate'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-7343933515324415643</id><published>2009-07-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:23:47.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream on (pun intended)</title><content type='html'>though cts are finally over, i am slightly angry. note that i refuse to use the phrase "i feel slightly angry" here because its a grossly overused phrase which means nothing anyway. besides, no one cares what anyone else feels. feelings are overrated, as is life. life is madly overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while im at it, lets not forget that dreams are the most overrated piece of bullcrap anyone can ever have the unpleasantry of having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams only serve to make one crash and burn. of course, they have equally shady accomplices who go by the names of Ambition, Hope and of course, Wish. all of these evil masterminds work for a sinister unnamed organisation. if this organisation were to have a name, we would call it LIFE. cos life sucks, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the lyrics from the song in les miserables made famous by susan boyle (i dreamed a dream)? the lyrics says that "dreams were made and used and wasted" and "[...] tear your hopes apart and turn your dreams to shame". you know what i think? i think that these lyrics are clearly deluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, you might ask: "why?" and i might answer: "because". because what? because you cant destroy dreams, hopes, ambitions or wishes. THEY destroy YOU. dreams, ambitions, hopes and wishes all have something in common with transfats (or whatever its called). you can forget about them, but they will always be there somewhere inside you. there is no way one can destroy his (i refuse to use "her"cos im sexist) own dreams because the only way to eliminate (note the careful choice of word here) them is to replace them with -oh, ho!- what else? ANOTHER dream/ambition/wish/hope/bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these dreaded banes of lives (is there even a "boon of life"?) only serve to rip you apart from the inside. they leave you dreaming, hoping, wishing for even the most impossible of things, the most unlikely of events and the most improbable of chances. all because you believe (belief is overrated bullshit in my opinion as well). well you might say "hay i carn fulfil my childhood dreams imma so sad so ur wrong because dreams can b destroyed! :(" well, if youre one of those people, let me ask you these: when your dreams get supposedly "shattered", do you let go of them all at once? when your dreams are supposedly "unfulfillable", won't you be a thousand times sadder than your dream (fyi, dreams cant feel - theyre unfeeling bastards)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as such, dreams 1-0 you. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once had the displeasantry of having someone asked me about my ambition a few years back. despite knowing fully that my ambition/dream/wish/hope was totally 100% unfulfillable at that time, i foolishly said it (which i now regret). my dream was to one day play for manchester united football club. laugh, guys. upon realising the foolhardiness of stating my ambition, i quickly added that i knew it was impossible to fulfil and i should give up on it (smart choice, alvan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much to my surprise, not only did the person not agree with me like all my friends do (they even laugh at me and thats what i would have liked), he (for simplicity's sake) even said that my ambition was ENTIRELY POSSIBLE as long as I WORKED HARD and had the FAITH AND BELIEF! NO SHIT, MANG! i can play for manchester united football club as long as i work hard and believed in my dream?! WOAH! guess what, super sleuth? there are probably thousands of kids out there in this world wanting to play for MUFC. so if everyone works hard and believes (yada yada), everyone gets to play for MUFC? nice try, shatner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i got so pissed off at that person i decided not to talk to him (again, for simplicity's sake) anymore. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next person that says my hopes are totally accomplishable or achievable, im gonna show him/her this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thermocaster.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/shut-the-fuck-up.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.thermocaster.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/shut-the-fuck-up.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;wish (bah!) of the day: guess what? wishes dont come true anyway so im going to stop being an ignorant nub and quit wishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-7343933515324415643?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/7343933515324415643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=7343933515324415643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/7343933515324415643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/7343933515324415643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-on-pun-intended.html' title='dream on (pun intended)'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-879786487334966795</id><published>2009-05-19T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:48:06.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is tough</title><content type='html'>just a quick post cos its 15minutes to 1am and im kind of tired... basically i want my life back cos i havent been sleeping much/playing rock band 2/getting my fitness up/training hard/dota-ing enough for the past 2 weeks or so and that kind of sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish for the day: do well for chem test tmr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-879786487334966795?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/879786487334966795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=879786487334966795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/879786487334966795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/879786487334966795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-tough.html' title='life is tough'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-185249923869662599</id><published>2009-04-28T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:40:59.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of tests and... failure</title><content type='html'>i think that to measure success in jc, we have to look back at each week and see what we have accomplished and how we have done in the various subjects blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how much you understand the lectures in the week for PCME&lt;br /&gt;2. how much you can manage do for the tutorials (PCME included)&lt;br /&gt;3. how well you think you did for tests in the week (if applicable)&lt;br /&gt;4. how well you actually did for tests in past weeks (if applicable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so going by this criteria of mine... this week was basically a failure for me... a big big failure because i got 15/25 for a maths test which i thought was fricking easy... seriously man, i dont know how the hell i got 15 for such an easy test cos when i was doing the actual test i wasn't even stumped by any question at all so thats rly rly damn retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well though its a scraped B (i THINK its a B) it still kinda sucks cos i expected a high A... well looking at this test i realised my econs test sucked too... not to mention chem and physics but actually chem is kind of excusable cos i only had ~20 mins? for a 45? mins test but still thats kind of inexcusable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moral of the story, or rather, the week: seriously work harder and revise EVERYTHING that i have learnt EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish for today: be able to get silver for my NAPFA RETEST on thursday (fyi, i got bronze for the previous no thx to pull-ups again) please please please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-185249923869662599?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/185249923869662599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=185249923869662599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/185249923869662599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/185249923869662599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-tests-and-failure.html' title='of tests and... failure'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-84432648040578664</id><published>2009-04-22T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:06:26.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's been (kind of) good (so far this week)</title><content type='html'>so once i finished my PI, there was nothing much left to do except maybe study a lil bit for maths and... practise piano and yeah thats about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the european release of rock band 2 for the wii is supposedly (i think) in 1 day's time... so i think the full band set and the game should be here in 2? 3? weeks' time... but that is assuming that singapore will import the european rock band 2 for wii cos the american release was long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm but assuming that the european release does not apply to singapore... then maybe i would buy the guitar hero world tour full set and then order 10 detarip games from online, one of which would be rock band 2 since guitar hero instruments can be used for rock band but not vice versa... hmm decisions decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some things that i guess i would like right now are... (material stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. another pair of adipure 1 &lt;-- best boots in the world since my original pair is falling apart (soon)&lt;br /&gt;2. a pair of predator control as backup?&lt;br /&gt;3. a new bag cos i only have one right now?&lt;br /&gt;4. possibly the adiweb tights (full body) cos my mom believed the powerweb technology totally and has been bugging me to buy it to "enhance my body posture" cos my body posture erm... lets just say it isnt the most ideal&lt;br /&gt;5. the A levels chem textbook by that Ramsden dude?&lt;br /&gt;6. rock band 2 full set for wii&lt;br /&gt;7. nothing much here... but im reserving this spot for a ps3 or xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so erm "im a man of simple taste" &lt;--- familiar TDK quote, anyone? and um i dont actually ask for much material wealth (or is the phrase material stuff?) so yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish for the day: be able to do 6 pullups tomorrow so i can get gold for NAPFA (i now can do about 4 pullups already which is SILVER WOOHOO!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-84432648040578664?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/84432648040578664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=84432648040578664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/84432648040578664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/84432648040578664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-been-kind-of-good-so-far-this.html' title='life&apos;s been (kind of) good (so far this week)'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-6490244848165171083</id><published>2009-04-19T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T03:48:45.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>theres PI left to do and maths left to study but actually im kind of fine with maths so i think i shld be rdy for this friday's maths test... my PI was due last thursday but i managed to weasel my way out of the deadline and get an extension till tmr but the thing is, its currently 6.30pm and i havent started on my work and theres a man united match later at 10.45pm which im intending to watch so this effectively means i have 4h15mins left... so... this will be a quick post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i still have got piano to practise later cos i have piano lessons tmr... oh recently my neck got sprained while sleeping (very stupid) and it has this throbbing pain whenever i run so yesterday during training under the hot hot sun but speaking of soccer, i think my shooting is improving but i have to work more on my composure and long balling... and challenging for high balls so yes that shld be about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yesterday's ora was unexpectedly a success for the soccer booth and i think we earned about 400 dollars totaly which was nice... and the last thing would be NAPFA on thursday (5 stations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km: 9min42secs (already done but 100m into the first round and BOTH my shoelaces came off and also at the 3rd round theres this weird cumulation of phlegm in my chest which was pretty uneasy for me so i guess this timing shld be considered good considering my predicaments during the run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run: 9.5s (i did this timing consistently from last year till now so i think i shld be able to do the same again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit-ups: 55 (lol chicken feed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach: fluctuates between 41cm to 45cm (this is a poisson distribution, i think... but i shld get a B so wdv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broad jump: 230+? 240+? (somewhere around there but last year i jumped 250+ so the deprovement is kind of drastic but i think this station shld be a B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull-ups: fluctuates from 1.5 to 2.5 (i was doing 0 in march.. but thanks to constant training i now can do a min of 1.5 or a max of 2.5... so this means that i basically pass but err... i need to work on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as can be seen, i get A/B for everything except pull-ups (E) so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish for the day: be able to do 4 pull ups by the end of the next 3 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-6490244848165171083?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/6490244848165171083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=6490244848165171083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/6490244848165171083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/6490244848165171083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmpre.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-4048136287370305774</id><published>2009-04-17T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:45:24.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>for the past few days, i have been sleeping for less than 5? hours per day which is retarded... however, i have managed to be early for school for the whole of this week which is a big accomplishment but wdv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... for the umpteenth time this year, my weekends basically comprise solely of sundays but that could be a good or bad thing, depending on which week it is. so for this week, i guess its a semi-good thing... semi-good because there is only one PI draft to do for me (very very overdue) and a maths tutorial test to study for by friday so i guess one sunday should suffice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still have piano to practise which i havent been doing for the past 3? days and i guess thats quite bad because i feel kind of guilty whenever i dont practise the piano for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... i think i should end off every blog post with something interesting so that when i look back maybe 100 years from now, i can rmb what i was like... maybe something like a wish... okay that will be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish for today: i wish i could sleep all my lethargy away and feel un-sian for once in very long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-4048136287370305774?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/4048136287370305774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=4048136287370305774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/4048136287370305774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/4048136287370305774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/04/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1313284134227849616</id><published>2009-04-12T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:57:38.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a gentle reminder...</title><content type='html'>okay so this post serves as a gentle reminder for myself as to what i should do within this week or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. revise chemistry (topic 1 AND topic 2)&lt;br /&gt;2. attempt the chemistry tutorials&lt;br /&gt;3. revise economics (topic 1 AND topic 2 AND topic 3)&lt;br /&gt;4. read through the economics tutorials&lt;br /&gt;5. edit the ORA posters&lt;br /&gt;6. print out the ORA posters&lt;br /&gt;7. put up the ORA posters all over RI and RJC&lt;br /&gt;8. learn mathematics (poisson and normal distribution)&lt;br /&gt;9. attempt the possion tutorial&lt;br /&gt;10. finish the poisson assignment&lt;br /&gt;11. complete my PI&lt;br /&gt;12. make an announcement at RI by tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1313284134227849616?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1313284134227849616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1313284134227849616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1313284134227849616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1313284134227849616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/04/gentle-reminder.html' title='a gentle reminder...'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1720959254324023501</id><published>2009-04-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:05:34.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so...</title><content type='html'>hmm... life isnt interesting anymore especially since there is no longer anything much to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was kind of like a good year since there was lots of stuff to look forward to, like lots of football matches and competitions, the dark knight, dota during december and other nice stuff which i cant rmb offhand at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is, on the other hand, mundane and dull since the movies that are out or are coming out arent in the least bit nice at all so the only things to look forward to are... trainings, trainings, trainings, trainings, trainings, hanging out with friends, trainings and... trainings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, even running till im 80% dead during training beats anything else that 2009 has to offer or had already offered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1720959254324023501?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1720959254324023501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1720959254324023501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1720959254324023501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1720959254324023501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so.html' title='and so...'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-8240279819658676704</id><published>2009-04-09T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:26:23.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi guys</title><content type='html'>hi i am currently writing a post even though no one is supposed to come here anymore (not like anyone ever did) but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make this short and sweet because i'm feeling kind of sleepy and tmr is good LAN friday so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i think jc life sucks &lt;-- conclusion i derived after only about 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;secondly, and fortunately, i think the study i have put in in the past few weeks have allowed me to understand everything that i should have learnt&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, football is going well and i guess its the only thing i look forward to when coming to school&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, i can do about 2? 3? pull-ups now so thats an improvement&lt;br /&gt;fifthly, i think my adipure is falling apart and i might buy back the same adipure (one, not two) and maybe predator control&lt;br /&gt;sixthly, i think i dont have much worries in my life now cos family, friends, studies and football are the only things i care about at the moment&lt;br /&gt;seventhly, i hope rock band 2 comes out on the wii sooner&lt;br /&gt;eighthly, its been a long time since i play any computer games&lt;br /&gt;ninthly, i like listening to fort minor's where'd you go all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;tenthly, this is a really cool video -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA&lt;br /&gt;eleventhly, lastly, finally, the joker still rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to sleep now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-8240279819658676704?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/8240279819658676704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=8240279819658676704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8240279819658676704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8240279819658676704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-guys.html' title='hi guys'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-2147198413659564745</id><published>2008-11-03T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:14:03.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, Matthew, James and I were mulling over a dire situation whereby one wrong move could make or break our careers as future SuperStars. It was a dilemma which required critical analysis, on-the-spot thinking and astute observations. We were contemplating... over which football boots to buy and how it would serve to complement or hinder our style of play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we were scammed by a big big sham. We thought different football boots are for different styles of play, what with the varying weights and material blablabla but the truth is, its not really that specific. As in, some boots aid your acceleration and touch blababla but it all comes down to the player's skill, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we pinpointed Matthew to be in the mould of Carrick (I seriously think he looks like Carrick when he plays), or maybe Alonso; James was our Titus Bramble... I mean, Ferdinand/Nesta; and I would be the Hleb/Nasri and therefore, as such, we narrowed our choices down to these few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Tiempo I, Tiempo II (big difference...)&lt;br /&gt;James: Predator, T90 Laser, OP Slippers&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: Mercurial Vapor III, T90 Laser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8TRD5PnzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NL98gy5_KFo/s1600-h/merc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8TRD5PnzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NL98gy5_KFo/s320/merc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264447673243508530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually, after long bouts of discussion, Matthew got his Tiempo I which was black though he claims its blue, James got his Predator (I think...) and I got my Mercurial Vapor III (2nd Grade which was Talaria) which was red and white. Gleaming boot suited for a shining star (like me). Thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my boots at Queensway, I got really excited about it as it was soooooooo shiny and sexy! But after the first time I wore it, the colour sort of wore off but it still looked sexy. Then, after a few more games, I grew in tune with the Vapors and managed a haul of about ten goals or so with them and many more assists!!!! Now, by my standards, ten goals are sexy. After about seven months of play or so, the bottom plating of the Vapors started to come off and I knew that spelt the beginning of the end. Awwww......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Matthew managed to preserve his Tiempo well enough whilst James lost his Predators on the train LOLOLOLOLOL. As we speak, he's now using his Umbro though he recently bought a new set of Predators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bad news is this. Two days ago, both bottom platings of my Vapors came off at once and as such, I have new reason to buy new boots. One different thing about this time round is that my style of play has really changed but I don't think it really makes that big a difference in choosing football boots. Oh, and so has my opinion of Nike boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are my choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: AdiP&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8S_bTqO8I/AAAAAAAAABs/O7OGMsbIJGI/s1600-h/adipure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8S_bTqO8I/AAAAAAAAABs/O7OGMsbIJGI/s320/adipure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264447370290674626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;URE&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;#2: F50 Tunit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8UKLQtpQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OwOvYGvTwjY/s1600-h/f50.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8UKLQtpQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OwOvYGvTwjY/s320/f50.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264448654473536770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;#3: Tiempo Air Legend II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8UqOcovUI/AAAAAAAAACE/SNdkzgMLaRA/s1600-h/tiem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8UqOcovUI/AAAAAAAAACE/SNdkzgMLaRA/s320/tiem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264449205084667202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;So far, I'm inclining towards adiPURe... decisions decisions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-2147198413659564745?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/2147198413659564745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=2147198413659564745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/2147198413659564745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/2147198413659564745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoes.html' title='shoes'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SQ8TRD5PnzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NL98gy5_KFo/s72-c/merc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-4467465380634811365</id><published>2008-10-29T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:44:32.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dota post</title><content type='html'>What a way to start today! At about 12.40am on a dark Wednesday morning, Sampson, Sampson's brother, Bernard, Matthew and I won our draft game!!! WOOHOO!!! Well, you could say that it was pretty memorable because I saved the replay of the game. No, seriously apart from that, it was a highlight of how far Matthew and I have come as DotA players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Matthew played Tidehunter and I played Tormented Soul &lt;--- some caster which I haven't played for a long time. We went to the bottom lane and encountered our worthy opponents in the Mirana and Zeus. Oh my, did we have a tough time! Anyway, our team got the first blood but the first to die in our team was err... me. Following that, I died like 2 more times to the Akasha who then got pretty fat. And um Matthew died a few times too to the Akasha but some of those were my fault because I failed my stuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I was the weakest link in the team (for a while) until I farmed my 2 bracers, boots and bottle while the 4 of them fail-ganked. At that point in time, Sampson kept forcing me to join the ganks instead of farming. And I was so sure Matthew and Sampson (and maybe Bernard to a lesser extent) would blame me if we lost the game. Thus, I UPPED MY GAME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I joined all their ganks. Alright, I admit that I miss the EASIEST stuns but I did manage to pull off a few imbalanced ones too, right? Hah, so that sort of atones for my mistakes. Well, evidently my presence in the ganks made a difference (dont know if its big or small) and we managed to teamwipe them not once, not twice, but thrice! Alright, Matthew did his job too by just pressing V to unleash his ulti. And my farming from then on sped up to a frightening pace!!! WOOHOO!!! And I got a fair bit of double kills to bring my KD around to positive. And in so doing, our team turned a lost cause around to attain victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lawis if you're reading this: Sorry Lawis never invite you because you already logged off Garena lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a short sleep, waking up, dawdling about, going to school and the dreaded return of exam scripts. I guess my results for Mathematics and SS could be deemed barely satisfactory but my History (I got lowest in class, along with Bernard) and English let me down. But overall I have attained a GPA of 3.6. So I guess I shouldn't complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, ten of us &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;skipped&lt;/span&gt; Assembly in the afternoon to embark on a LAN expedition at City Hall, whereby many memorable things happen. Well, we played DotA (what else?) and the first game was pretty horrendous. I will admit that my Shadow Fiend skillz aren't up to scratch. As for the second game... I played Rogue Knight and oh my, did I play a huge role!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay initially, I laned with James's Nerubian Weaver and I just instructed him to try to get radiance asap. We laned with a Viper and it was partly my fault because I ran around fail-ganking with runes and a bottle instead of helping James to fight the Viper. As we all should know, James has pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bad  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lane control&lt;/span&gt;. But anyways, with the help of God's Strength and a good decision on my part to farm BoT first, me and Matthew (Shadow Fiend) managed to make many good kills with great synergy. We were later joined by David (Slardar), James and Mark (Jakiro) when they got fatter (since they're pretty item-dependant) and we managed to pull of nice stuffs in ganks to overcome the fat oppositions. With the exception of Lawis (Furion) who was still about as fat as all of us, or even fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third game was pretty boring... David owned with Luna... yada yada... Fourth game was the most memorable, not because of teamwork or anything, but because of our Man of the Moment, Mr James Kwong. Well he played Rikimaru and laned with me (Huskar) and Joel (Shadow Fiend) and he just kept complaining. And he was more or less being stupid. Here are a few quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How the HELL do you expect a RIKIMARU to solo mid? Huh? Huh? Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;-Kwong, expressing his frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH"&lt;br /&gt;-Kwong, when he smoke screened me for no reason AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as the game wore on... we realise James got too pro because he had all the nice items and stuff. So Lawis had to buy Gem to kill him. Unfortunately, Lawis died and the Gem was dropped. Here's an excerpt from the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew (Medusa): "JAMES! Take the Gem! Take the Gem!"&lt;br /&gt;James (Rikimaru): "What? Why? So I can see myself ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you that don't get the joke... try to appreciate it. And then there was this point in time when we spotted James with ONE BOOTS OF SPEED AND ONE POWER TREADS!!! LOL!!! That seriously made me explode with laughter because it was just so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: "Don't stack meh?"&lt;br /&gt;Lawis: "You wear one for each leg ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL now that's about all for the day. I practically blew close to 20 dollars in one day, no thanks to Subway and LAN. So maybe it is time to do something more productive, such as watch High School Musical 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-4467465380634811365?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/4467465380634811365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=4467465380634811365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/4467465380634811365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/4467465380634811365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/10/dota-post.html' title='a dota post'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-804109706136542949</id><published>2008-10-28T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:02:55.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sad figure</title><content type='html'>Today, I got back my Physics, Chemistry and Biology papers and truth to be told, I can't complain much because I guess it truly reflects the amount of effort which I have put in. Or maybe slightly more. Well, I haven't actually studied very very hard for any subjects at all so maybe my results would be what I deserve. So I think I will let this post serve as a reminder for me to work harder for EVERY SINGLE TEST next year so that I can get into groove by A-levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I just aimed to scrape 70 overall for all of the three sciences and that's why I slacked off alot during the EOY period and ended up reaping what I had sown. I calculated that I only needed 60/100 for Biology, and about 50/80 and 46/80 for Physics and Chemistry respectively. Physics and Chemistry... I managed to pull off my stunt, though not spectacularly but as for Biology, I would prefer not to talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, though, I could have gotten like 10+ marks more for both Chemistry and Physics (which I shall not reveal my marks) had I been more careful and remembered the formula E=Pt properly. So that's a plus. My Physics and Chemistry aren't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Biology, I am happy that I won't have to do it next year because it's really a stupid subject. All you do is just memorise all the stupid facts for the stupid exams. Although I might not be in a position to say this, studying for Biology is actually not "real studying" at all. "Real studying" is when you retain the knowledge you have acquired but as for Biology, I dare say 95% of the people who study for it forget everything immediately after the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this hardcore memory thing that Biology offers is that memorising isn't all that important at all if one really DOES become a biologist or whatever that requires knowledge in the field of Biology. Consider this scenario: There's two guys with extreme contrasting results in Biology tests (one fails, the other aces) and they are faced with a tough Biology question in their laboratory or whatever. The point here is, they encounter a tough Biology question in their everyday life and not in the examination hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy who aces Biology: &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm... a MONOsaccharide... is it a sugar? Let me try to remember what I have learnt and studied 3 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy who fails Biology:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, a monosaccharide... I might not know what this is but why not we check &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A BOOK&lt;/span&gt;? Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOGLE&lt;/span&gt; for the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now kids, which is the clever-er response? And tell me, what's the use of Biology examinations again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-804109706136542949?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/804109706136542949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=804109706136542949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/804109706136542949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/804109706136542949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-figure.html' title='a sad figure'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-3750635386553232042</id><published>2008-10-23T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:51:03.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a wet cold friday morning...</title><content type='html'>First of all, allow me express my sincere disgust at the consistency of rainfall these few days. You know what this means? This basically means that I can't play football every Sunday anymore. And it also means that I can't go back to school to play football anymore even when there's no school. You know why? Cos rain sucks. Both of them, if you know what I mean. Stupid shampoo commercial that makes no sense and, well, rain as in rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least something to look forward to nowadays is 4.30pm, whereby the new CPU will be delivered with super good RAM and the super cool graphics card featured in digital life this tuesday. WOOHOO! That means that I get to play PES09 and beat Matthew today. And it also means that I can uninstall MSN already due to the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) no one talks anyway, and&lt;br /&gt;b) I will be probably playing all the time anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, I play DotA with Mark and Matthew... at 9.50am on a wet cold friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-3750635386553232042?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/3750635386553232042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=3750635386553232042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/3750635386553232042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/3750635386553232042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-wet-cold-friday-morning.html' title='on a wet cold friday morning...'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-5726247627812400658</id><published>2008-10-22T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T04:57:10.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mind, body, heart and soul</title><content type='html'>Okay now I have this plaster wrapped around my left index finger (which is next to the thumb) and it hurts really bad because somehow it's swollen and I don't know how it got swollen. As a result, I can't use my index finger to type and I can only use the other three of my five fingers which makes my typing slow and also, I don't know how I'm going to play DotA later. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a cool day which kicked off with Manchester United FC beating Celtic 3-0. Get it? Kick-off? Football? Then at 10am, met Matthew at Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station before setting off to Paradiz (is that the place) Evolution Square LAN centre for 3 good games of DotA with the rest of the usual people. Good, fun but unsuccessful. Moving on again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we (Matthew, James and I) left at about 2.30pm to meet Lawis at Bishan MRT Station to watch the prestigious movie 20th Century Boys, which had Lawis and Matthew swooning over on MSN the previous night. Well, we had Subway for lunch and I came to the fortunate realisation that Subway is indeed nice even though it was my second time eating there. I definitely will eat there again. Italian BMT and Chocolate Chip Cookies woahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came the movie which basically kicked off with this really great trailer of an upcoming movie which looks very cool to a large extent. Okay, I think this movie is titled The Day The Earth Stands Still and it stars Keanu Reeves, I think... Then there was this funny VISA commercial starring an indian couple, though I strongly believe we mistook the meaning in the commercial. Indians and banks don't make a good commercial for ironic reasons and that was capped by this funny line when they sung "mind, body, heart and soul". Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that, unfortunately, was about the best parts of the movie. Yeah, the movie hadn't even started then. At first glance, I thought the movie had a nice plot whereby this group of guys drew this book which dictates the destruction of the world before some heroes (themselves) pop up to save the world. As it turns out, one guy defected from the group who made this book and eventually made the destruction come true. The rest is just nonsense. All four of us had high hopes for this movie as it had the "highest production cost" and it was the "#1 box office" thingy. But as soon as the movie ended, our disappointment was most evident when James clutched his head in agony, Matthew wailing loudly in the cinema and Lawis apologising frantically. Me, on the other hand, felt we should wait for the after-credits which we didn't, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to go home and on the way to the train station and on board the train, everyone should have heard James complain about the movie in typical Kwong fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Screw it la, 20th century boys my ass lor, what has that got to do with the movie? It's damn stupid."&lt;br /&gt;-James, on the movie in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck Kenji la, fuck the movie la, fuck them all la. Fuck la..."&lt;br /&gt;-James, in response to my comment that the protagonist (Kenji) was stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn stupid lor, they show some erotica scene, then the woman and the guy never even have sex or anything, so lame... Only showing the woman for fun only lor, I don't even know what she's for, seriously"&lt;br /&gt;-James, raining heavy criticism on the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought the movie was Taiwanese, cos I heard on radio this Taiwanese movie topped Dark Knight. Then I realised this movie wasn't Taiwanese, it's Japanese..."&lt;br /&gt;-James, mistaking Taiwanese for Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, this is why I only watch English movies."&lt;br /&gt;-James, upholding his preference of movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah, that's about all for today and I hope the subsequent days will be more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-5726247627812400658?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/5726247627812400658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=5726247627812400658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/5726247627812400658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/5726247627812400658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-body-heart-and-soul.html' title='mind, body, heart and soul'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-8800349599106667907</id><published>2008-10-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:43:12.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a weird post</title><content type='html'>Now, as you can see, I'm feeling rather depressed at the moment (cos I blogged twice in a row).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because a long time ago (yesterday, actually), I bought this really cool game entitled Pro Evolution Soccer 2009. But unfortunately, my computer has been unable to run the game. Why? THE GRAPHICS CARD IS TOO LOUSY!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this also means that I will have to purchase a new graphics card for the CPU which would probably cost up to 100 dollars. Oh dear... I hope I get it by the end of today cos I really want to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, there's no school for 5 days in a row for me because of marking days and Deepavali (is that how you spell it?) so hurray! And it looks like the sun is shining brightly now so perhaps I can play football later as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the day I look forward to most in the week would have to be Sundays because that's when I get to play up to two and a half hours of football at the big field near my house with James Kwong (Alessandro Nesta) and many other people - some of them slightly older than me and some of them slightly older than those slightly older than me. And that's when I get to unleash my professional Bergkamp/Pires/Hleb/Rosicky/Zidane-esque attacking midfielding skills on all of them and create tons of goals (which I did) and create tons of magical dribbles (which James can testify to) and tons of chances (which James can also testify to) and tons of magical touches (which James can testify to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, moving away from the minor self-advertisement, notice why I didn't mention Paul Scholes who wears number 18 for Manchester United FC? You really want to know why? It's because he is WAY TOO GOOD for ANYONE IN THE WORLD to emulate him. Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that I will have to improve on my shooting as well because it is way too wayward as many many people can testify to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to bore everyone with an irrelevant post. I have a confession to make. I just woke up about an hour ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-8800349599106667907?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/8800349599106667907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=8800349599106667907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8800349599106667907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8800349599106667907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird-post.html' title='a weird post'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1067884938081211878</id><published>2008-10-20T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:29:51.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday resolutions</title><content type='html'>This post would basically sum up the things that I want to do now that there is no more studying to do for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I will need to play more football within the next 2 months. I play every Sunday or Saturday or both and I would definitely like to play 11v11 or 5v5 on a field or street soccer court any time. So anyone wants to take up the challenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Defence of the Ancients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much self-explanatory, play more DotA, win WCG next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro Evolution Soccer 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty self-explanatory again, play more PES09, be the top worldwide player online, win WCG next year. And beat Matthew's Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory again, sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go out and do stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as football, LAN or movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, swim and do other stuffs like badminton, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David's professional party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grad night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1067884938081211878?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1067884938081211878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1067884938081211878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1067884938081211878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1067884938081211878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/10/holiday-resolutions.html' title='holiday resolutions'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-8304573342528612610</id><published>2008-10-20T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:41:14.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ups and downs</title><content type='html'>Well, it has had been a rather taxing two weeks but it has all come to an end. On a whole, I felt that the EOYs were rather manageable and I think I can pass all of them. So that's one good thing - freedom at long, long, long, long, long, very long, long last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is that the new channel OKTO is already out this OKTOber!!! (hahaha...) Now we get to watch kewlz shows like Schoolhouse Rockz ALL DAY LONG MANZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has its silver lining. Similarly, every rainbow has its (something bad), or whatever. On a relatively sad note, I didn't get to LAN today... *aww* As I don't know what else to say, allow me to narrate my day in typical boring "teen blogger" fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, our hero, left straightaway after the Math EOY ended, evading that long-winded reminder on post-EOY activities in order to book seats for all 18 of us at the LAN shop. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, he was unable to do so and it was now up to all of us to rush there ahead of the rest. Sadly, we couldn't accomplish that too. Bla bla bla, fast forward... Due to more unforeseen circumstances, 5 of us arrived late at the LAN shop and eventually there were no more seats left for us. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being depressed and such, the 5 of us joined up with roughly 11 other people to go to Dhoby Ghaut to find a place to LAN without 9 of the originally planned friends who didn't wait for me. FRIEND LA! Fast forward again... Dhoby Ghaut LAN failed as well because some of us were not over 16 (WeiXiang turns 16 tomorrow) and so some of us went home whilst others trudged off to pool. I didn't play pool either as the pool shop was too crowded and i'm too bad at pool. As such, I called Cheng, one of the afored mentioned three^2 musketeers who failed to wait for me, to come over Plaza Singapura with me and dear James. Which he did. So I guess his sins are erased by half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without beating about the bush, Cheng and I bought our PRO EVOLUTION SOCCER 2009 computer games which we're going to try out later, at dear James's expense. Next, KFC and following that, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that there are lessons I can take away when it comes to organising LAN trips:&lt;br /&gt;a) too many cooks spoil the broth&lt;br /&gt;b) it's good to be selfish and not wait for your friends&lt;br /&gt;c) and on a side-note, I learnt some things about WeiXiang which I never knew... he never told me... FRIEND LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-8304573342528612610?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/8304573342528612610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=8304573342528612610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8304573342528612610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8304573342528612610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/10/ups-and-downs.html' title='ups and downs'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-5351378812016748690</id><published>2008-10-11T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T06:38:05.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something retarded</title><content type='html'>While studying Chemistry at the prestigious Bishan Library a few days ago with the honorable company of Lawis, James, Jie Hao, Mark, David and Cheng Jian Wei Matthew, we (Lawis, James, Cheng Jian Wei and I only, actually) encountered a fatal question posed to our already overloaded brains by *who else?* Cheng Jian Wei Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a question which required extremely Higher Order Thinking (HOT) and it is truly reflective of the world-class education which our beloved Raffles Institution has bestowed upon us lowly mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, allow me to unveil the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Eh, teach me salts preparation leh...&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: Okay, what do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Salts preparation, how to make soluble salts and insoluble salts?&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: Okay, come I teach you... *recites the methods (titration, precipitation, excess reactants)&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Huh? Can go slower?&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: Okay... *reduces speed by a factor of 2*&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Oi! What talking you? Why have titration and excess...?&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: ... *reduces speed by a factor of 3*&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Wait!!! Why must have excess?&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: .................................. *reduces speed by a factor of 4*&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Oh...... Okay okay I get it already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! That's not all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: Okay now let's try a few examples...&lt;br /&gt;Lawis: I give some salts for you to try out&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: No wait! I come up with the question myself!&lt;br /&gt;Lawis &amp;amp; Alvan: Okay then faster&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: *thinks for about 2 minutes*&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: OI WHAT YOU DOING?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Wait, I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Alvan: What?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Can you help me think of an acid with a Sodium ion in it?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: ............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-5351378812016748690?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/5351378812016748690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=5351378812016748690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/5351378812016748690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/5351378812016748690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-retarded.html' title='something retarded'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-6526847013467141216</id><published>2008-09-25T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:09:39.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's there to say?</title><content type='html'>And so here I sit, having reached home at 11pm after a lesson from 8.00am to 9.30am and a breakfast at McDonald's. I'm feeling guilty now having skipped my 1.35pm lesson because I didn't want to do nothing in school for 4 hours. Therefore, I blog to drown my sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. I'm actually blogging because purple paedophilic dinosaurs with green bellies (think: Barney) are landing on Mother Earth from space and they're here to rob every living human of his/her left thumb so that they can form a gigantic secret weapon to abduct all the kiddos back to space. And I am in charge of warning everyone about this unusual occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually apart from feeling guilty, I am listening to a piece of Dutch rap which I find to be catchy and cool in a cool kind of manner. I had always liked Holland since I was... 9? or so because I used to have Dutch friends on GunBound. Another part of the reason was because I like orange and I like the Dutch football team. So there you, I like everything related to Holland and my pencil case is a great example of my love for anything Dutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, this is the Dutch rap that is really great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting... Darryl ft. Ali B, Soumia &amp;amp; Rio (Ryan Babel) - Eeeyeeyo&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_4LmwmQqrA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Matthew: "eh the song is i show you one lor")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right? So what else is there to say? I just played DotA and went beyond godlike with viper before dying (14/1 EHEHEHEHEHHEHE) but whatever, that's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and going to take a 6 hour long nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-6526847013467141216?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/6526847013467141216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=6526847013467141216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/6526847013467141216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/6526847013467141216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-there-to-say.html' title='what&apos;s there to say?'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-4483773455541103879</id><published>2008-09-19T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T03:46:06.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Attempts to study had been severely impeded. However, there has been a slight progress as I have covered two topics of Chemistry after four gruelling days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, however, these five days have been rather relaxed and laid back as I get to wake up at 6.30am everyday. This effectively means that I get to sleep later at night which effectively means that I can play the extra game of DotA. Now, why do I play so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's an easy question to answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am lazy to study&lt;br /&gt;2. There is nothing else for me to do. Not on MSN, nor on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this lifestyle might seem boring, mundane or even slack to many people but the truth is, I enrich this life of mine with other stuffs, like on YouTube. Here are some videos which I would like to share with all my revered readers out there. These are the videos that I find funny and they have the uncanny ability to make me laugh. Then again, I laugh at almost everything. But ignoring that fact, allow me to present to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Hokkien Star Wars (I know its abit old)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tbJ4HavnKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Prank Call (very funny but slightly vulgar)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmhxl0bRk5c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Teletubbies &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k45CeBlNB7w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Lord of The Rings &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QAlt4Sfl7Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err I should think that’s about all there is for now because I can’t remember many others off-hand. And Heroes Volume 3 will be out in about 4 more days I think. So I think maybe it would be a great opportunity to stop DotA for a while and re-watch Season 1 Volume 1 and Season 2 Volume 2 all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-4483773455541103879?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/4483773455541103879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=4483773455541103879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/4483773455541103879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/4483773455541103879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures.html' title='adventures'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-8168241592079963793</id><published>2008-09-12T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:37:02.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>It's been a hell of a torture without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been together for around eight years already, so why do we have to split up now? It has only been about one month since it happened, but I survived. And all these has left me gasping for air everytime I take a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night when I fall asleep, I could always feel you by my side. Forever there for me, never ceasing to be there when I need you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say all good things must come to an end; what goes up must come down. So why do we have to end this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is all my fault. I never should have let my mom know about you. Perhaps she feels I'm too young for this addiction and maybe that's her reason for throwing you out and breaking us up. I don't hate her for all that she has done because maybe it really is for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that deep down in my heart, I still love you and should I ever see you again, I would love to have you back with me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every moment, every second without you is hell for me. Like they say, I can't breathe without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SMqag8n1gpI/AAAAAAAAABk/A0_96yChlUU/s1600-h/vicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SMqag8n1gpI/AAAAAAAAABk/A0_96yChlUU/s320/vicks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245174606846067346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DANIEL/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DANIEL/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DANIEL/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&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;VICKS VAPORUB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-8168241592079963793?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/8168241592079963793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=8168241592079963793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8168241592079963793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8168241592079963793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqxEcn4xQhI/SMqag8n1gpI/AAAAAAAAABk/A0_96yChlUU/s72-c/vicks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-5870797433437371226</id><published>2008-09-12T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:29:36.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ready to rule the world</title><content type='html'>After spending a gruelling hour or so on blogger.com trying to add the new tagboard, I must say that it was definitely a mind boggling, mentally taxing and physically straining new experience for me, most well known for my HTML skilz. Or rather, lack thereof.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall, I am very pleased with my handling of this tight situation and how I maneuvered myself around the tight corners, consistently tabbing between cbox.com and blogger.com. This also brings out the perseverance and determination in me to strive for something hard to get. Also, it just shows that I’m very very bored, with nothing better to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People say that only the brave can conquer the fear. Going by that logic, I am proud to declare myself the official Brave Warrior of Western Singapore, the one who has conquered his fear since he was 10 – the hideous monster we now know as HTML.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now, armed with a professionally made tagboard, Alvan is ready to rule the blogosphere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-5870797433437371226?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/5870797433437371226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=5870797433437371226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/5870797433437371226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/5870797433437371226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/09/ready-to-rule-world.html' title='ready to rule the world'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-9040717987876768136</id><published>2008-09-12T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:50:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sir cheng</title><content type='html'>A great friend, a renowned mover of mountains and an outstanding jeopardiser of grand plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, folks, that's Cheng Jian Wei Matthew for you. Born on the 10th of July in the year 1992, what was once an innocent young baby soon evolved into a charming thin bespectacled sleeper/whiner. He never fails to pounce at every single opportunity to send himself off on a seemingly never-ending "rest" - be it from 7pm to 11pm, 5pm to 3am or even 3am to 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining. In Sir Cheng's case, his cloud is actually a dark cloud painted white. As the saying goes, "behind every pro skilz dota player lies a crooked self within". Being the pro skilz dota player that Jian Wei is, he naturally has an evil side to him - he's a jeopardiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I say so? More than often, our grand schemes and grand plans were always on the brink of being hatched when The Jeopardiser (i.e. see title of this post) would come out with excuses to avoid hatching the plan or scheme. Trust me, I have been on the receiving end of his Jeopardising countless times already and I have learnt a few tricks of the trade from the master himself. These include the quotes below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, just go home la......" *insert a sly glint in your eye*&lt;br /&gt;"Why... Why must? Tell me why!" *pretend to be inquisitive*&lt;br /&gt;"Don't want, I want to go home and sleep" *insert gay smile*&lt;br /&gt;"Walao... I'm supposed to be sick leh!" *pretends to be sick and fails*&lt;br /&gt;"Oi! Raining leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on this splendid day, we originally planned to study for Chemistry together after a good game of football. But no.... The Jeopardiser just HAS to saunter along with his bagpack, complain about the rain, about the lack of people playing football (when I point out that there are alot of people, he complains about there being only Sec 1s and 2s) and of course, about the PSP running out of battery when HE'S THE ONE WHO MADE IT RUN OUT OF BATTERY. Naturally, when I point that out, Sir Cheng (being the top-notch philosopher that he always was) reasoned that it was my fault that I didn't bring a charger. I had to agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, nothing was achieved today. No football, no studying. Just when I was finally settling down to study FOR ONCE, my plans for the day have been JEOPARDISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no man, Matthew, disappointment sia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-9040717987876768136?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/9040717987876768136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=9040717987876768136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/9040717987876768136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/9040717987876768136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/09/sir-cheng.html' title='sir cheng'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-7741630243982829543</id><published>2008-09-07T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:59:32.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the love of my life</title><content type='html'>warning!: (fairly) serious post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, as well as my friends. At the same time, I also love someone out of the ordinary on the same level as "family" and "friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my friend, the Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football has been my friend since the tender age of 9. What started out as mindless senseless kicking of a round object soon evolved into a great passion and love for the sport. This was also driven by my primary 3 friends and my father, all of whom were (and still are, though maybe to a smaller extent) great fans of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who can't live without music, others can't live without food and there are also some that can't live without sleeping from 2am to 3.40pm on a daily basis (hint: cjwm). I, for one, can't live without football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played football through my primary school days nearly everyday, constantly skipping lunch, recess or even science remedials just to play an extra match of The Beautiful Game. I played it when my uniform was mudstained, when my knees were grazed by the grass and even with my arm in a cast from an injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out as a striker upon realising I had this fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on how you choose to view it) knack for putting the Ball into net from tight situations. Ah, in the primary 6 inter-class tournament, yours truly bagged 4 goals in the first game, scored 1 and created another for captain Sean Lim in the semi-final before going on to miss a penalty. Since then, I never could take penalties. And I never could score as freely as ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school, there was Sir Cheng. We would play football everyday together, skipping lunch and recess just like before. Even when there were tests, we would zoom over to  Junction 8 the day before, buy a new ball, play by ourselves till 7pm in the evening before going home. As for our tests, we always did surprisingly well *signals for applause soundtrack*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we began to realise that we couldn't score goals and so we began to gravitate towards dribbling. And wow, were we good at that. But it wasn't long after that we realised dribbling can't win us games, a lesson we wouldn't have learnt if not for Joga Bonito in 2006. The tournament really showed us that passing is indeed the way to go and to play the game well, we have to pass the Ball fast. And it was also the turning point of our "career" whereby we improved by leaps and bounds after that. On a side note, I was the star of Bedok. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, we joined many more tournaments from outside and we realised that we weren't that bad after all. As in, we could match those people whom we were pitted against, younger or older. Only thing was, we needed a scorer. But that scorer never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revered audience, now you might question the motive of this post. Ask, and you shall be given. As such, I shall give the motives to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. celebrate my passion for football&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm feeling abit distraught having not played football for close to 3 months&lt;br /&gt;3. nothing else to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life is football, and it always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Delilah, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-7741630243982829543?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/7741630243982829543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=7741630243982829543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/7741630243982829543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/7741630243982829543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-of-my-life.html' title='the love of my life'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1161799866540424101</id><published>2008-09-01T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:50:33.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to say</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, I am blogging (evidently) early in the morning because I just played two rounds of DotA on Lordaeron and now I have to prepare to go to school for history lesson. Though I am not sure if anyone reads what i type her at all,  I, being the responsible blogger that I always was, shall uphold the tradition of blogging on a (fairly) regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have nothing much to talk about and also since I might be running late, allow me to introduce a great piece of music to everyone. Oh, the song is really catchy and groovy and the music video is equally fantastic as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - Pork and Beans: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muP9eH2p2PI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muP9eH2p2PI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for those who have watched it, please read on. For those who haven't beware of the spoilers below. Basically, this song is really catchy and groovy (have I read this somewhere) and the music video is compilations of nice YouTube videos, such as Charlie the Unicorn, Tay Zonday and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the climax of this post, just like every story has its climax(es). Look at the scene of the video at about the timing 00:58. Do you see a person in white? Yeah, so do I. Now peer closely, deep into the eyes... Do you see a girl or a boy? My first impressions when I saw this person was that "wow, she's pretty beautiful/sexy/hot/whatever". Then... A thought struck my mind out of the blue. Could "she" be from the "leave Britney alone" videos? After all, they were a hit on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as it turns out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "beautiful/sexy/hot/whatever" "girl" turned out to be CHRIS CROCKER!!! A GUY WHOS EITHER GAY/TRANSEXUAL/EFFEMINATE. OH NO, WHAT'S BECOMING OF ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in an amazing twist of events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make: I am NOT gay/transexual/effeminate and NEVER will I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? This is because NON-gay/transexual/effeminate people are ALWAYS late for history lessons and that's what will be happening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1161799866540424101?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1161799866540424101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1161799866540424101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1161799866540424101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1161799866540424101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-to-say.html' title='nothing to say'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1348572173309221293</id><published>2008-08-31T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:56:28.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpectedly expected</title><content type='html'>This post shall do without any proper greetings whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous post spoke of how great I had thought this September holidays might be but truth to be told, what happened thus far had been unexpectedly dull, though not exactly surprisingly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United 1-2 Zenit St. Petersburg. Oh no man, I missed this match. I admit I am not exactly the greatest Manchester United fan of all time but I had really hoped that Manchester United would win the UEFA Super Cup but unfortunately, they did not. Never mind though, some day I shall join the club aid them in their cause to cleanly sweep all the trophies for that year. UEFA Super Cup can wait till next year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to take this opportunity (not like anyone would read this anyway) to ask anyone who might have plans to play football or LAN or badminton or tennis or watch movies over the next few days to feel free to ask me to tag along. This is mainly because I have nothing much to do at home (as can be seen from now, cos I'm blogging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as the saying goes, "every cloud has its silver lining", I d*wnl**d*d THE DARK KNIGHT (I hope no one catches me for this). However, it is in some weird .avi format so I will have to convert it to maybe .mp4 or some other format if I were to watch it. So there, I think I have found something to do for the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at night, I defend the ancients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's my first personal achievement for the prestigious September Holidays: I have mastered a song on the piano for DELILAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hooray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1348572173309221293?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1348572173309221293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1348572173309221293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1348572173309221293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1348572173309221293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/08/unexpectedly-expected.html' title='unexpectedly expected'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-8882396755473268074</id><published>2008-08-28T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:53:21.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a post to rule them all</title><content type='html'>A big and warm hello to all the readers out there who have faithfully stood by this blog despite its fairly long drought. Although I am not too sure how many people would still visit this blog, I feel it is my utmost responsibility to continue entertaining my readers and fans, or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I want to touch on would be the ups and downs of the 4th and final quarter of the year. As we all know, this year has had been a tremendous one so far, particularly to me because of such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Manchester United beat Chelsea in the UEFA Champions League Final&lt;br /&gt;2. The Dark Knight was released&lt;br /&gt;3. I started to play DotA all over again&lt;br /&gt;4. The Olympics was unexpectedly entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so as you can see from these few points (because I can't think of more at the moment), this year has been a successful one so far for me to a large extent. And the final quarter can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heroes Season 2 Volume 3 will be released in the US this September!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Many cool games are coming out and I would like to try them out after EOYs&lt;br /&gt;3. More football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it also has its 'minus' points, I am currently not in the mood to discuss about it since I just woke up from a long long nap. As such, being the hardworking and studious teenager that I am and always was, I shall chuck that topic somewhere in the back of my mind and talk about it in due course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly (and also lastly), term 3 has (nearly) ended and I think it is my responsibility as a studious student to make full use of this September holidays to play more DotA, go out more often for more fun and enjoyment, watch more movies (Wall-E, anyone?), play more football and to catch up on my sleep. I think whatever it is that we might be doing, it is most important that we ORGANISE OUR STUFFS (haha) and spend as little time on work as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so that's about it from me for now. I doubt that anyone is going to read this post but oh well, it's okay. Maybe I should get a tagboard... But I am afraid that doing so with my inadequate, pathetic, laughable HTML skillz would only cause posts (or even the whole blog) to be erased. So please do tell me on MSN or something to let me (and this blog) know that we are not alone in our quest to rule the blogosphere hand in hand, as Blog and Writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your undying support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-8882396755473268074?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/8882396755473268074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=8882396755473268074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8882396755473268074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8882396755473268074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-to-rule-them-all.html' title='a post to rule them all'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-8584240593628995662</id><published>2008-07-28T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:00:06.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start of a new spree</title><content type='html'>Okay, now that I have completed the double kill with this post, I will build up on the spree and reach beyond godlike before you could even say "ZA! ZA! ZA! Lightning makes your pants unzip!". Now, if I remember correctly, that is a line which Matthew came up with in Secondary 2 while we were playing football under the dark sky, where there was even lightning. If I remember correctly too, we laughed our asses off after that cos it was nonsense to begin with and it made no sense. (lamejoke! it made dollars) *cues sarcastic laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lightning, there are two particularly funny websites that yours truly would like to introduce to all of you out there who are dying to laugh your ass off, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://img.moonbuggy.org/lightning-one/"&gt;http://img.moonbuggy.org/lightning-one/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://img.moonbuggy.org/lightning-two/"&gt;http://img.moonbuggy.org/lightning-two/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is basically a continuation whereby lightning-one comes before lightning-two (d'oh!) and its an essay written by someone (I don't know who) who probably thinks he's Zeus. Either that, or he thinks lightning REALLY does make one's pants unzip. I found it particularly funny and I laughed until I cried the first time I read this. I even spilt my cup of water too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, whenever I use the computer, I have these cups of Milo or water that I keep beside me in case I get thirsty. One day, I was browsing through Moonbuggy with my mouth full of water that when I read it, I couldn't control my windpipe and POOF! (no kokokrunch) my laughter exploded and POP! goes (not the weasel) my drink onto the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's something to talk about - my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my whole family has weird and cranky laughters. Every one of us in the family have this special ability to laugh until tears roll down our face and our jaws feel disjointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first found out about this special ability of mine back in Primary 3, when I laughed so hard at something (I can't remember what now) that it carried on for like, 2 minutes and I even teared because of that. Ever since, I always made it a mental note to laugh silently, to suppress my burst of laughter down in my windpipe (it could hurt at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes even I can't suppress the chakra and it ends up bursting out of my throat, and the sound made sounds like I just swallowed helium or I just had a spasm or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, I remember, when Sumo made some joke about malays ruling the Qing Dynasty and I laughed like crazy at that one for almost 5 minutes until 张老师 made me stand up (all in the name of fun, not punishment) and tell an interesting story to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest time when I laughed like a super retard was last Sunday, at the RGCO concert at Victoria Concert Hall which I attended with Matthew, GuanWei and David. Then, there was this big-boned (you know what I mean) botak dude who was wearing a beanie like he was some character out of MapleStory and when he talks, it sounds like he swallowed a tank of helium and his voice goes really high. And once in a while, the fat girl sitting 2? seats away from him would pull of his beanie and the big-boned dude would go HEYYYYYYYYYY!!! Luckily, intermission arrived in the nick of time just as I burst out in uncontrollable laughter. You know, like I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. Then when I saw him on the way to the toilet, I laughed damn hard again. He was that hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what goes on in my mind when I see something funny is like this:&lt;br /&gt;1. I process the scene before my eyes or what I hear&lt;br /&gt;2. I start laughing&lt;br /&gt;3. I think about it again&lt;br /&gt;4. I laugh even harder&lt;br /&gt;5. Repeat steps 3. and 4.&lt;br /&gt;6. Explosion of laughter ensues, I can't breathe, I tear, my jaw starts aching&lt;br /&gt;7. Hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;8. Breathing gets slower&lt;br /&gt;*9. This step is optional. However, sometimes steps 3. and 4. happen and it starts all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my laughter sounds abit like the Joker's (Mr. Ledger) and that's about all that matters. I am proud of how I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-8584240593628995662?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/8584240593628995662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=8584240593628995662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8584240593628995662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/8584240593628995662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-of-new-spree.html' title='start of a new spree'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-7069274902153525601</id><published>2008-07-28T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T03:55:29.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry ma homies</title><content type='html'>hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I remembered that I have to be formal and solemn in blog posts, so I shall be mature and now exclaim: Good evening, revered audience. I suddenly had this feeling of emptiness all of a sudden while I was on the train home from school. My mind drifted off subconsciously to my dearest friends SungMing and David, who have been faithfully feeding their blog with posts over the past few days while I, Almighty Alvan (Alliteration Alert! &lt;-- AHAHAHA Alliteration Alert! &lt;-- AHAHAHA Alliteration Alert! &lt;-- AHAHAHA Alliteration Alert!), have been neglecting my blog, depriving it and everyone else the posts that they ought to be seeing at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, after much ado, this is it - the post everyone has been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear isthatablogisee.blogspot.com and readers, I, Alvan, sincerely apologise for the lack of posts these few days on this beloved blog. Although I started off well with a with a killing spree (think: DotA) in the first two days, my spree was ended by Mathematics Test, laziness, the Joker, MSN, sleep and ironically, DotA itself. But excuses aside, I definitely feel that I could have put in much more effort in the upkeep of my blog and not starve it of what it was born to deserve. I would like to extend my heartfelt apologies to all my readers for keeping you in too much suspense over the past few days and causing you to go into raptures of depression while awaiting the post that you thought would never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies, revered audience, for I have let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that is over and done with, we shall move on to the new post, since I feel that it is only right to show that I am sincerely sorry by dedicating one single post to the apology. After all, this blog was meant to be solemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solemn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-7069274902153525601?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/7069274902153525601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=7069274902153525601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/7069274902153525601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/7069274902153525601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-ma-homies.html' title='sorry ma homies'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-4269761074717554743</id><published>2008-07-18T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:09:54.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>third post, time to get bored of this</title><content type='html'>It's kind of early now but I can't get to sleep so I thought I could do better with writing about something that had been on my mind for about a month and a half now, so let's not beat about the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had the honorable privilege of catching this awesome movie at the VivoCity GV Max Theatre 1 which has the biggest screen in the whole of Asia, according to Joel. I thought it was a fantastic movie and I wouldn't be surprised if The Dark Knight wins movie of the year or something (do take note that I'm not a fan of movie awards, just the movie itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the characters were just so real (especially the Joker) that I was completely sucked into the movie as soon as it began with a b*nk r*bbery (no spoilers intended). However, I did have a few regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the corner of my ticket stub was ripped! *cues gasps of horror* *funeral music plays*&lt;br /&gt;You see, the thing is, ticket stubs serve as a spark to re-ignite whatever lost memories you had of the movie after many many years when you forget you even watched it. As such, you want the spark to be whole, but NO! The woman ripped the other half of my ticket with such menacing violence that the corner of the stub came off with it. Then she looked at me with a fierce glint in her eye but when she saw my sad look, she hung her head in guilt. Shame on her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I shouldn't have watched so many videos and trailers about The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;After each scene of the movie, I found myself flashing back to the trailers and videos I watched and wondering what happens next. This got kind of irritating after a while but I couldn't suppress the flashbacks so all I can say is, "Ah well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the movie was so short!!!&lt;br /&gt;The movie was 152 minutes long! That's like... 2 hours and 32 minutes!!! Okay it IS 2 hours and 32 minutes long. Only! Plus trailers and commercials and stuff, that took about 2 hours and 45 minutes, and there wasn't even the advertisement to remind us to keep our phones on silent mode! I was looking forward to staying in the theatres for at least 3 hours so that i can "savor every moment" of the movie experience, so again, all I can say is, "I'm going to watch it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to watch The Dark Knight (again/for the first time)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-4269761074717554743?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/4269761074717554743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=4269761074717554743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/4269761074717554743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/4269761074717554743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/07/third-post-time-to-get-bored-of-this.html' title='third post, time to get bored of this'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1949536125387149971</id><published>2008-07-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:29:16.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone again, I am back after a few minutes of intermission to -surprise!- make a new post. Such is the extent of my boredom in the early hours of the day. Okay, so this second post shall be dedicated to an introduction because I shall pretend that no one in the world knows me. Therefore, I need to introduce myself partly because I don't know how to make those cool profiles at the side so I hope this post suffices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And here we... go!" - Joker, The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just applying what I memorised in The Dark Knight trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Spiderman, but do try to call me Alvan once in a while&lt;br /&gt;School: of fishes (sorry, couldn't resist)&lt;br /&gt;Aspirations: play for Manchester United Football Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, this is a waste of time. Moving on, I am currently feeling rather sad yet excited at the same time because of 1. football and 2. the dark knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was 13, I had always longed to play for school against HCI in a friendly. Unfortunately, due to a twist of fate, the friendly this year has only been made available to student leaders. And unfortunately, I am not fit to be a student leader which in turn implies that I am not fit to play football in a friendly because I do not have enough sportsmanship and I will probably get a red card before I even step on the field. Sorry everyone if I fail to shake hands with the opponents after a game and if I fail to engage in friendship bonding talks with opponents after a game too. Because of my failure to lead students, I can't play football. Awww, this is getting depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the happy side of things, today is the day I had always been waiting for after a long long long long long long long wait. I am not sure if that made sense but what I am trying to say is that after waiting for more than a month, I am going to watch The Dark Knight later on with mes amis. *cues gasps of envy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just less than 6 hours to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I forgot how to put the tagboard thing on the blog so we shall make do without it. I used to barely pass Computer Studies in primary school so I am very very bad with HTML, my apologies and I seek your revered audience's forgiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1949536125387149971?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1949536125387149971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1949536125387149971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1949536125387149971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1949536125387149971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/07/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819291264081728800.post-1454051433028424445</id><published>2008-07-17T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:03:44.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first post no need title sorry</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, this is the first ever online web log that I am writing solo. As such, I feel that it is time to move away from the nonsensical nonsense that I had always posted in the past as part of the group blog which is now dead. I am not someone who is comfortable with writing formally with the conventional full-stops every now and then. Like this. I would very much prefer to type in lower-case with only apostrophes (this thing ') and commas (this thing ,) without the full stops, like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as aforementioned, the honorable owner of this blog is making a valiant attempt to steer his writing away from nonsensical and more towards formal stuff. So this blog shall be solemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason which I am beginning to blog is because I am too bored to do anything else other than open my Internet Explorer web browser. Also, I have been inspired by David's blog in which his philosophical takes on life have motivated me to start a blog so as to save the world before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about all that I ought to cover in the first post. I hope it was solemn enough, I was trying not to laugh while typing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819291264081728800-1454051433028424445?l=isthatablogisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1454051433028424445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819291264081728800&amp;postID=1454051433028424445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1454051433028424445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819291264081728800/posts/default/1454051433028424445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isthatablogisee.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post-no-need-title-sorry.html' title='first post no need title sorry'/><author><name>Alvan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12322577679681177150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
