<?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-5336829670503366309</id><updated>2011-08-28T16:07:49.548+08:00</updated><category term='Skating is in the blood'/><title type='text'>Life and times of DaltonLim</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-5696167044143319855</id><published>2011-08-28T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:07:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm without a soul</title><content type='html'>it really hurt it really does never have i ever felt this way i need something to save something to pick me up and give me strength. You were my strength when i needed you now that you're gone i'm nothing. God save me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5696167044143319855?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5696167044143319855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-without-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5696167044143319855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5696167044143319855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-without-soul.html' title='i&apos;m without a soul'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-1667050364386122515</id><published>2011-08-02T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:03:44.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moment of doubt</title><content type='html'>Things aren't goin as smooth as i thought it would be i've come a long way to this very day but now it seem like the odds aren't on my side any more. Right now i really doubt my ability to control in life ops and that soon there will come a day that I might get chop off in squadron for being incompetent.  It bothers me a lot. Is it a sign that i should not carry on or is it just a test of my fighting spirit. Next in mind is it all really that worth it. Right now i really can't seem to find the answers. O well time will tell this coming thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1667050364386122515?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1667050364386122515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2011/08/moment-of-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1667050364386122515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1667050364386122515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2011/08/moment-of-doubt.html' title='moment of doubt'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-1032934090774853589</id><published>2011-05-23T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:32:00.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over again</title><content type='html'>Well once again we have reached a stage of fiery arguments and I think I'm really tired of it. Time and time again I try to en this pointless argument trying to get back with you but well only to get scolded by you. Well let me mark the ending with our final conversation. I asked if I could go over and find you and here was your reply "And seriously fuck all your lies. If you really loved me you wouldn't have pit me through what I went through the past few days. Bloody selfish ingrate. " thank you very much and goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPod touch]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1032934090774853589?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1032934090774853589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2011/05/over-and-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1032934090774853589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1032934090774853589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2011/05/over-and-over-again.html' title='over and over again'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-4093055645534500150</id><published>2010-10-25T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:03:58.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10Mths woah! thats fast</title><content type='html'>Dear Theresse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I have to admit I did forget that it is our 10th month together the day before you visited me. Being with you is definitely the best thing thats has ever happened to me. I know like you said we do have our rough times too but at the end of it I still know that its like totally worth it. One way to prove it to you is that when I'm with you time just simply pass so quickly that i totally lost track of time when I'm with you. Like a little playing his games till he forgets about things he got to do. And please don't be sad that I only post sad things about us on my blog and like what 5 times in a row. Its not that I'm not happy with you but because I'm so busy being happy with you that I don't have time to blog it down. If I did i would be missing out on the good times that I could be spending with you. So you see its not that I'm not happy with you but because I'm too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really excited to see you on family visit day. You're now part of my family. Haha  I know it was like only 3 days since the last day I saw you. I seriously miss you whenever I'm not near you. So 3 days away from you seems like a decade to me. 4 more days till I book out to see you again that is if i pass the run. I'll do my best for you my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will be adults and get married. 2 kids a very happy family. soon soon lets look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;dalton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4093055645534500150?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4093055645534500150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/10/10mths-woah-thats-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4093055645534500150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4093055645534500150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/10/10mths-woah-thats-fast.html' title='10Mths woah! thats fast'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-5792419472848324687</id><published>2010-06-25T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:01:36.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a status</title><content type='html'>Just got back yesterday with a status. I've got attend C which allows me to go home early. However there is a catch which is that you're not allowed to go out. If caught outside, I can be charge for malingering. O well its better than staying inside. Was pretty sick yesterday. Was having a high fever of 38.5 degrees. Really thankful for Theresse to come over to look after me. You are just simply the best my dear and that is why I love you so much. I really doubt that I can find anyone better than you. And yes 6 months has passed since the day I asked you out to be my girlfriend. I would love to tell you that the 6 months have been the best. Can't wait to ORD where we can have more time for one another. Love you so much Theresse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5792419472848324687?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5792419472848324687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-with-status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5792419472848324687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5792419472848324687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-with-status.html' title='Back with a status'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-477995212190793875</id><published>2010-06-01T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:40:42.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>What makes you think you're smart enough to become a pilot then? I never said I was smart to start with and thanks for rubbing it in. I never even objected you from doing that course. If I did I would have ask you not to take it. I'm left with less than 3 days before I have to enter the Army and I seriously don't want to spend it like this arguing with you. I really wanted for us to spend some really good quality time just before I enter but well I guess its all never going  to happen. Sorry for not being smart enough for you and everything. If what I am now just isn't good enough for you then I really don't know what is. I'm seriously trying very hard to treat you as well as I can. The only reason I can think of for you being like this towards me is that I just ain't good enough for you. I really don't know what else to do now. How about you tell me. And to be fair you won't need to send me of to the army. I will make it in alone without anyone.&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPod touch]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-477995212190793875?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/477995212190793875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/477995212190793875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/477995212190793875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-1873444439779202588</id><published>2010-04-29T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:19:37.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I look forward to ?</title><content type='html'>Like you said "Whats wrong with you?". To tell you the truth I have no idea myself. In about a months time I would be enlisted to the army. I will enter a totally new enviroment with many new things to expect. I will be away from all the people I love and from the comfort of my home. Many say that NS is the ending of who you were to who you will be. It makes you a man. At least thats what I hear. I won't be able to know much about what is happening beyond the four walls of my camp site. Which make me worry even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the trust I have in Theresse is all in the things I see and hear from her and still sometimes I, sadly, have to say I yet to feel very assured that I won't lose her. In time to come i would have to leave and go to the army soon. All that is left which I will place my trust on is on the words I hear from her. Its going to be hard but I guess I've got to learn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the only issue that I am worried about. Like mentioned earlier NS brings about change. What if it changes me and things between us will never be the same. I really look forward into going in. However knowing that there is this possible change makes me very worried. Will we still be till I get out of NS ? This is the only reason making me very reluctant to leave you. But no matter how reluctant I may be I would still have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess will be heading home today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1873444439779202588?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1873444439779202588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-can-i-look-forward-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1873444439779202588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1873444439779202588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-can-i-look-forward-to.html' title='What can I look forward to ?'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7761903177205494402</id><published>2010-03-31T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:41:24.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what now ?</title><content type='html'>What is the next step to take. You said if we can even stay together now whats there to even consider about marriage. So yes I tried to endure all of it but this time I guess I've really snapped. I think I would like to take some time off from one another. Sorry for all the commotion caused making your mom sad and getting you into possible scolding later. If you're more worried about the scolding more then I'm really sorry about it. I just could not take it anymore. So I'm really sorry. Right now i don't know anything anymore so don't ask me anything. We can still be together but maybe just not stay together for now cos I strongly its marking things between us worst more than its getting us closer together. I'm sorry for wanting your attention so much but that is only cos I feel that I'm not getting any. I won't ask for your attention anymore if that is what you really want. And about this relationship, I really still love you a lot but I don't think I can take it anymore if you gonna be like that with me for the rest of our life. I want to be with you cos I really do love you but I just hope on one condition that you will not be so i don't know how to describe you should know. Lastly even though I'm all upset and angry with they way you treat me I still miss you badly without you around me. I still love you Theresse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7761903177205494402?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7761903177205494402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7761903177205494402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7761903177205494402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-now.html' title='what now ?'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-1506241783578131126</id><published>2010-03-20T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:25:48.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried of whats to come</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously crazy over you and I think so much so that its turning into a problem. I love you too much that I'm getting so paranoid of losing you. Whenever I'm not with you I get so scared of something that might happen. I get so worried. I really don't how to solve this. Some how the only solution I think is to actually spend less time with you. But that is gonna be really difficult for me. Worst still i'm going to be enlisted soon. How am i gonna survive there being so restless and worried of you whenever i'm not with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1506241783578131126?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1506241783578131126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/03/worried-of-whats-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1506241783578131126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1506241783578131126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/03/worried-of-whats-to-come.html' title='worried of whats to come'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-4263958980583064166</id><published>2010-03-12T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:22:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As usual</title><content type='html'>As usual I've been really busy to blog. Soon after it became laziness. I'm currently having a very long holiday till graduation and till I get enlisted to the army. Talking about the army i just went for RSAF COMPASS test to try out in being a pilot and yeah it was pretty tough had lots of test to it. i think i manage pretty well except for 2 sections. 1 due to the fact that i had misunderstood the instruction the other plainly cos i suck at it. But really hope I will get selected and then thought how to fly. Really want to be a pilot one day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've also been staying over at Theresse house. For almost everyday since exams were over. However she isn't home all the time as shes got ITP in the day. So i'll just stay in her house and just count the hours till she back home. Well thats more or less what I've been up to recently. So see ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4263958980583064166?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4263958980583064166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4263958980583064166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4263958980583064166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-usual.html' title='As usual'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-8667126887602351064</id><published>2010-01-28T07:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:03:02.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More from little india</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DT_-90s_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/r96BfQ5Qgy0/s1600-h/IMG_6731+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DT_-90s_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/r96BfQ5Qgy0/s200/IMG_6731+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431574246796342258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DTWG6R-8I/AAAAAAAAAds/y3S6-P94h2U/s1600-h/IMG_6767+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DTWG6R-8I/AAAAAAAAAds/y3S6-P94h2U/s200/IMG_6767+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431573527374461890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DSpsBYI8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/0g3JfdEkkjM/s1600-h/Nickchow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DSpsBYI8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/0g3JfdEkkjM/s200/Nickchow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431572764242224066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DSflmLP7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Gq3Nd91_Y_E/s1600-h/IMG_6745+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DSflmLP7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Gq3Nd91_Y_E/s200/IMG_6745+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431572590718828466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-8667126887602351064?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8667126887602351064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-from-little-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8667126887602351064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8667126887602351064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-from-little-india.html' title='More from little india'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S2DT_-90s_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/r96BfQ5Qgy0/s72-c/IMG_6731+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-3090065762105057352</id><published>2010-01-25T10:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:35:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A month just flew past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S10FDyiXteI/AAAAAAAAAdU/68m3Fhi7NcI/s1600-h/D1000004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S10FDyiXteI/AAAAAAAAAdU/68m3Fhi7NcI/s200/D1000004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430502288342365666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been nearly alomost 3 month that we known each and 1 month since we got together. I'm really glad to have found you my beloved Theresse. Throughout the 1month together I have to say that I really enjoyed every moment spent with you. You're simply the best girlfriend. It really how amazing how things turned out to be. How nicely things all came together. Right now I can say that I really want to spend the rest of my life with you. Although it has merely been a month, I must say that we have so much memorable memories together. From the time how I met you at Bugis a got stunned. Till supper at Simpang bedok and I didn't want to look like an asshole then. And sorry I didn't send Nick home first. HAHA The late night talks while you were in Thailand to the rugby match. Grrrrr went the side skirt of the car. HAHA Next the movies we had together. And I remembered you didn't want to be introduce as a friend. Haha Dinner at your place almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty sad that on our 1st month we didn't get to go on our pinic that I had actually planned to do so. But it fine with me as long as we spent time together. The fishing trip turned out to be fun too as i actually caught my first fish out at sea. I had a really fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, all moment spent is one of the best times of my life. The only time it hurts is when we got to part and say goodbye for the day. But like what they say all good things must come to an end but with every good ending comes a new wonderful beginning. I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3090065762105057352?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3090065762105057352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/month-just-flew-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3090065762105057352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3090065762105057352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/month-just-flew-past.html' title='A month just flew past'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S10FDyiXteI/AAAAAAAAAdU/68m3Fhi7NcI/s72-c/D1000004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-3043820125484061234</id><published>2010-01-19T01:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:23:57.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little India part 1</title><content type='html'>Here are come shots taken at little India. There are a few more to come so do stay tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1TrJO3knTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DIVgRXGrwbE/s1600-h/Trishaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1TrJO3knTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DIVgRXGrwbE/s200/Trishaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428221994730822962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1Try2x4dVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/oV6tZaIq8q0/s1600-h/Crossing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1Try2x4dVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/oV6tZaIq8q0/s200/Crossing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428222709819012434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1TsC3iGL5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/WY3bpNhL4SU/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1TsC3iGL5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/WY3bpNhL4SU/s200/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428222984899145618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1Tsgw260xI/AAAAAAAAAdE/80f4vDvx0ps/s1600-h/Temple+beyond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1Tsgw260xI/AAAAAAAAAdE/80f4vDvx0ps/s200/Temple+beyond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428223498503508754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1Ts6xJhmEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZI55pkC6hqU/s1600-h/Lamp+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1Ts6xJhmEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZI55pkC6hqU/s200/Lamp+post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428223945258145858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3043820125484061234?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3043820125484061234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-india-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3043820125484061234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3043820125484061234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-india-part-1.html' title='Little India part 1'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/S1TrJO3knTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DIVgRXGrwbE/s72-c/Trishaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-1776742029066222000</id><published>2010-01-02T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:51:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good endings lead to good beginnings.</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful way to end the year. It finally the end of the year. Its was a year with full of ups and downs. One significant incident I would say was the long cold war that Lester and I had. Anyway everything is alright now. Lester and me are back as friends. And the event that made the most impact this year was getting to know Theresse. Not just that we got together. She is just so amazing. She is the best girl I have ever met. I'm not saying this just because I'm in a relationship with her but because its the truth. I've never actually felt so happy being with anyone before. When I'm not with her I miss her real bad. I have never ever missed anyone so badly that my mood gets bad when I don't get to see her. We spent so much time together. Christmas and New year. So sad I'm not a good drinker but I will try to get better. This is such a wonderful way to end the year 2009. I know 2010 will be a good year cos I've got her. Shall introduce her to you guys soon. We'll go for dinner together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1776742029066222000?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1776742029066222000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-endings-lead-to-good-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1776742029066222000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1776742029066222000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-endings-lead-to-good-beginnings.html' title='Good endings lead to good beginnings.'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-6955367428055939375</id><published>2009-12-31T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:32:43.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night chats</title><content type='html'>I still remember all the late night chats we had. They were awesome. You took my mind off lots of stuff. While you were away at Bangkok i waited for you to come online just to talk to you for a while before I head to bed. You really know how to set my day right. You were one of a kind. You were my girl and you always will be. I love you Theresse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-6955367428055939375?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6955367428055939375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-night-chats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6955367428055939375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6955367428055939375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-night-chats.html' title='late night chats'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7468682350513948482</id><published>2009-12-27T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:13:43.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishearten</title><content type='html'>That is exactly what I'm feeling right now. I even feel like crying right now. I regret doing what I did but there is nothing that can be down now but to just wait. I just didn't want to built it up on lies cos it will all just all crumble down one day. I didn't want that to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7468682350513948482?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7468682350513948482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/12/dishearten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7468682350513948482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7468682350513948482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/12/dishearten.html' title='Dishearten'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-5529336031675061594</id><published>2009-12-05T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:32:04.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0mnu5a2ZpZg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0mnu5a2ZpZg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover for the song Kids by MGMT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5529336031675061594?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5529336031675061594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/12/kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5529336031675061594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5529336031675061594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/12/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-3306692199244146485</id><published>2009-11-28T14:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:15:06.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need my cocktail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SxDLUogvfJI/AAAAAAAAAck/8ewYsWkPau8/s1600/rlf_banner_high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SxDLUogvfJI/AAAAAAAAAck/8ewYsWkPau8/s200/rlf_banner_high.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409046707804535954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I can say except that they are totally awesome. Old school glam rock. Go check them out on youtube. And in my opinion cocktail is definitely my favorite song of this album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3306692199244146485?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3306692199244146485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-my-cocktail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3306692199244146485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3306692199244146485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-my-cocktail.html' title='I need my cocktail'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SxDLUogvfJI/AAAAAAAAAck/8ewYsWkPau8/s72-c/rlf_banner_high.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-9120419055522503063</id><published>2009-11-24T09:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:30:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4GxuiNFnTa8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4GxuiNFnTa8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b r=""&gt;Here is short cover of Better together by Jack Johnson. Its just the verse 1 and chorus. Enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b r=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b r=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart,&lt;br /&gt;our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;like a shoebox of photographs&lt;br /&gt;with sepia-toned loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;at least for most of the questions in my heart, like&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-9120419055522503063?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/9120419055522503063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/9120419055522503063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/9120419055522503063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-together.html' title='Better together.'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-231692605377645282</id><published>2009-11-17T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:48:24.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs024.snc3/11142_175759282860_664272860_2893721_1799456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 280px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs024.snc3/11142_175759282860_664272860_2893721_1799456_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was indeed one of the best periods of my life. It was one of the greatest things that I have ever done. Got to know lots of new people. Leonard, Reena, Ming Hui and lastly not to forget Fiona, the girl who all this while I really wanted to get to know her. Its really amazing how everything turned out. There were 3 bands in total performing that day. And compared to the other 2 bands we were like just some small fry with nothing hardcore. We really thought we were in deep shit after hearing what the other 2 bands played during the rehearsals. However we still manage to win 1st. Its totally amazing. I guess things just worked out to our advantage. As not many people really know how to appreciate rock, I believe that was how we got all our votes. And I would really like to thank all my friends who were there to show your support towards me. Andee, Alvin, Clarissa, Nigel and all the other people from aero. Not to forget a great thanks to all my other band mates. Its just so awesome how everything just seems to fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this doesn't end if you know what I mean. Cheers. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-231692605377645282?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/231692605377645282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/231692605377645282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/231692605377645282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-awesome.html' title='This is awesome'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-8342291472521629035</id><published>2009-11-05T07:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:29:54.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Julie</title><content type='html'>Here is a simple cover for the song Hey Julie by Fountains of Wayne. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/s00gh_tcD8o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/s00gh_tcD8o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-8342291472521629035?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8342291472521629035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-julie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8342291472521629035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8342291472521629035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-julie.html' title='Hey Julie'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-875419077973377459</id><published>2009-10-31T12:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:44:00.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SuvB1kiPEoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4-PDOnKAuCE/s1600-h/The+Gift+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SuvB1kiPEoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4-PDOnKAuCE/s320/The+Gift+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398621704418169474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best gift of all is love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-875419077973377459?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/875419077973377459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/10/closest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/875419077973377459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/875419077973377459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/10/closest.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SuvB1kiPEoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4-PDOnKAuCE/s72-c/The+Gift+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-4760854582172764782</id><published>2009-10-28T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:10:06.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee Gee Gee Gee Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Never really had the time to really sit down to blog something. Firstly I've been very busy ever since the last 2 weeks of my holidays. Mainly due to a few reason. Firstly was it was the final year project. Its really taking up a lot of my time. Was busy completing stuff for the project such as the presentation to give to see if we get selected for SPinnovex. I even cut my hair short for the presentation. Something shocking but I guess I had to do it as to look neater for the presentation. Now its really short. Next its that I've been busy jamming and practising my guitar for 2 reason. 1 being that I was going to perform at gig which was later cancelled don't ask me why and next was to improve myself. So yeah thats about it to why I've not been able to blog. Will be taking part in some band competition and auditions for it is this coming friday. Hope we make it through and hope that we might get through. If we do hope you guys will be there to support me. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4760854582172764782?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4760854582172764782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/10/gee-gee-gee-gee-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4760854582172764782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4760854582172764782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/10/gee-gee-gee-gee-busy-busy.html' title='Gee Gee Gee Gee Busy Busy'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-2921184420340842236</id><published>2009-10-09T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:07:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AC/DC</title><content type='html'>In my opinion is one of the best bands ever. I'm starting to become a hardcore fan of them. Really wonderful band with their awesome vocals of Brian Johnson and iconic guitarist Angus Young. Angus Young the guy who made me fell in love with SG guitars. Do check them out totally awesome band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from rock stuff i would like to talk about fashion. Just went out with Andee and Alvin to watch movie yesterday. Before the movie we went around town looking at clothes. And I saw this 2 really nice jackets that I would really like to get. One is $129 while the other is $159. How am I going to get the money? Save. How long? That I don't now. But I really hope to get it really soon. And I'm also very keen in getting new fragrance for myself. Burberry "The Beat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things and so little cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2921184420340842236?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2921184420340842236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/10/acdc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2921184420340842236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2921184420340842236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/10/acdc.html' title='AC/DC'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-410336489656444119</id><published>2009-09-27T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:39:01.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new amplification for a new bad sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sr7bXP3qnaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/uQAfvGzK09E/s1600-h/lg_ac4tv_angle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sr7bXP3qnaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/uQAfvGzK09E/s320/lg_ac4tv_angle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385983396825177506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vox AC4TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw the or should I say the sweetest sounds that I would like to add to my guitar gears. This amplifier is one of the more affordable all tube amplifiers around. Despite its price from its bigger brothers this baby here doesn't fail to deliver the sweetest vintage tones. Really got to get my hands on one of this soon. Its priced at only $300 after some discount that the store is giving. I feel its really reasonable considering its an all tube amps. Usually most tube amps are at least $600+. The down side of this amps is its power rating. This means its maximum out put is not as loud. I'm living in HDB and I do not hold concerts for my neighborhood. This amps is a 4watt whereas the one i have at currently is a 15watt and i don't even crank the volume up more than 3. This 4 watts is sure good enough for my home practice. Sadly I won't be able to get it so soon. Still short of about another $120. Hopefully the promotion is still n by then. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-410336489656444119?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/410336489656444119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-amplification-for-new-bad-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/410336489656444119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/410336489656444119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-amplification-for-new-bad-sound.html' title='new amplification for a new bad sound'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sr7bXP3qnaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/uQAfvGzK09E/s72-c/lg_ac4tv_angle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-6110991692240171157</id><published>2009-09-24T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:58:12.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure of contentment</title><content type='html'>This post is a short response to the post "dedication to the ultimate symbol - $" by Andee and "Money Makes The World Go  bonkers." by Alvin. I would like to share my views about it base on philosophies i have in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to share with all you readers with my philosophies in life. I believe in life, we need to learn to be contented with what we have at the same time still wanting to improve or current standard of living. However not to the extend where it becomes greed. One of the seven deadly sins. So firstly what is contentment. It is being satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me give you one very simple example to how this could be applied to our everyday life. Lets say you just got back your results it isn't really desirable. You've got C6 but what you know is that you put in 110% of your effort for it. So that is when you should be contented with what you got. You have already given all you've got. You should be contented with what you got knowing it was 110% effort. However that doesn't stop there. This doesn't mean that you should be contented with what you already have and just sit back and stop improving. You've got to keep wanting to get better but not to the extend where it becomes unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might now ask how does it related to money. In quite a few ways I would say. What is it that money can buy us. Many would say everything. I beg to differ from that. Money may be needed for all our daily needs other than that I do not agree with that it buys everything. In this case "everything" means happiness, health, friendship, love, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason to why money seems to buy everything and make us happy is due to fact of how the human brain works. We always want more. The more the merrier a very old saying. Why can't we be happy with what we already have? This is an example of not being contented in life. So with money we are able to buy all this wants and desires. Notice I used the word wants. They are not needs in life. The only needs required to sustain life are air food and water. Everything else is secondary. And because we are not contented we want more thus money is able to buys us "everything". However if a person is very contented with his/her life then money would not buy "everything" He/she is already contented in life no amount of money is going to make him/her any happier. However this is only attained through true contentment in life which many of us fail to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you might argue that because we are creatures who fail to achieve true contentment in life thus the theory that money buys everything and that everything else before this paragraph is just plain rubbish. No  its not rubbish. There are 2 kinds of people there are those who are contented and those that are not. The above would apply to those that are contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now for those who fail to be contented. Money can buy you fast cars, big house and entries to the coolest parties in town. Here is a quote for a rather popular advertisement. "For everything else there's mastercard". Mastercard in this case would be money. So with money you can get everything. But ask yourself does it really buy you true happiness, friendship and love. If friendship did was bought by money I guess Andee, Alvin, Lester and all my other forgot to charge me for it cos I certainly don't remember paying them. Things like true friendships and love are priceless. Then some might say "you are diagnosed with cancer and you have the money to go for chemotherapy to improve your illness. you use money to buy all the vitamins and blah and stay healthy. it buys health." In the first place if you lead a very healthy life which is free then I guess you won't really need money to buy you health. However if you do and you still get cancer its a different story all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this i would like to prove that money can't buy everything. If you still insist that it does it clearly shows that you either don't understand or have never experience true happiness, love and friendship. Cos your life would just be revolving around things that are of materials of this world. If you have reached this line I would like to thank you for your time spent in reading this entire post. Feel free to rebut me. Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-6110991692240171157?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6110991692240171157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/failure-of-contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6110991692240171157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6110991692240171157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/failure-of-contentment.html' title='failure of contentment'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-8495439911801616042</id><published>2009-09-24T03:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:57:35.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="207" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZ0CGHwoo6M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZ0CGHwoo6M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="207" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I last posted something. Yes lots of things happened but i was just too lazy to blog them all out. However whats the point of having a blog if you are not going to blog regularly so it cam to me that I should blog today. Furthermore I can't get to sleep cos there are just to many thing going through my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we got together Hannah has been really nice to me and all. Going out together with me and sometime with some of my other classmates or maybe her friends. During the first week I still remember that we had pasta mania 3days in a row. Its really funny. Alfredo no peas and more ham that was what she would order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the later week, as it was nearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; festival, she went for a course to learn how to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  She made some for me to eat. Yes it was great and I really enjoyed it. Thanks a lot. Can't wait for you to make the ice-cream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mookcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just recently, we made pizza together. It was a disaster. Some how I believe its because of the way we added the yeast, the dough didn't seem to rise. As a result the pizza turned out biscuit crust. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We topped it with lots of cheese, hams and pineapples. The toppings were some how okay other than that it was a total failure. Lets try to make it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This section would more or less explain the entire reason for this post. I've really enjoyed every single moment I spent with you. I never ever want this to end. And after I got my results today it has always been on my mind. I really want to get to university however with my current cumulative GPA its like totally impossible for me to do so. So I know I've got to really work hard to pull up my grades. And for me to do so I really would have to spend lots of time in school. I'm just so afraid that we would just drift apart. And looking from all the past experience it makes me wonder if any relationship would ever last for me. I think I make the worst boyfriend material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ahead seems so blurry. I can think of all the activities I would like to do with you but I don't even know if we will ever have the chance to do it all. I don't want to lose you. I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling right now, but what I can say is that it sucks and it taking my sleep away from me. Sigh. What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the video of the song is kind of old already but looking at the video kind of makes me think of how I kind of feel right now too. Some events in life were just unpredictable. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-8495439911801616042?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8495439911801616042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8495439911801616042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8495439911801616042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I cant sleep'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-1493525934002091708</id><published>2009-09-11T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:52:02.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking the news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SqpwmBvlPLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YDAi-MLrW4M/s1600-h/DSCN2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SqpwmBvlPLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YDAi-MLrW4M/s320/DSCN2427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380236503452826802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey boys and girls I know I've really been away the whole of last week. This is due to 2 main reasons. Firstly I'm really busy with school projects. The second reason would be a bit of a shocker to all but yeah I'm still going to break the news to you guys. I met this new girl for quite a while already and we've been going out together quite a lot. That is why I was rather busy. This is not the end of the shocking news. We have have gotten together. This means that we are a couple already. And her name is Hannah and if you still don't know who she is go to my links and click on Hannah. We got together on the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month. It wasn't planned its more like a coincidence. I had no idea it was 9/9/09 till she told me about it. Such a nice date. Hope for happy times to come in the future. I really love her. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1493525934002091708?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1493525934002091708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1493525934002091708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1493525934002091708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-news.html' title='breaking the news'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SqpwmBvlPLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YDAi-MLrW4M/s72-c/DSCN2427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-6100638447153850222</id><published>2009-09-07T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:46:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The guitar man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SqSRRiK2uBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BpaDAqtarcE/s1600-h/Les-Paul-The-Man-The-Music-The-Guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SqSRRiK2uBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BpaDAqtarcE/s320/Les-Paul-The-Man-The-Music-The-Guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378583585403353106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9, 1915-August 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="DefaultContentViewer"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Paul: The Man Behind the Model&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;by Mary Shaughnessy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="DefaultContentViewer"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="DefaultContentViewer"&gt;He was a musician and an inventor.He is Les Paul, the man who changed the world of guitars. The father of all electric guitars. He may have pass on but he will always be remembered in the hearts of many. &lt;/span&gt;We maybe living worlds apart but he has definitely made and impact in my life and i believe many others too. Without him i would not have my current guitar. Without him the music we have now would not be the way it is today. I may not know him personally but he is a man I truly respect with all my heart. He was a god sent. This is what he is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Knowing what kind of person he was, it makes me want to really work hard and strive for everything I do. He is just so humble and always working hard in whatever it was that he was doing.&lt;span id="DefaultContentViewer"&gt; "I always like to work hard, i don't care what I'm working at, If I'm fixing the machine, if I'm designing something new, inventing. Whatever I'm doing, I work hard&lt;/span&gt;" in an interview he had. I really admire him for who he was and I really would want to be like him. It doesn't matter if you are good at something what matters is that you work hard at it and never give up what you truly love. Even at his later days, Les Paul suffered from arthritis but he never gave up playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that its been quite a while since he passed on but I would just like to share with you all the man who made an impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="DefaultContentViewer"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-6100638447153850222?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6100638447153850222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/guitar-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6100638447153850222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6100638447153850222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/guitar-man.html' title='The guitar man'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SqSRRiK2uBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BpaDAqtarcE/s72-c/Les-Paul-The-Man-The-Music-The-Guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-56503729015476547</id><published>2009-09-05T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:18:56.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah's bunny</title><content type='html'>I will be Hannah's little bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-56503729015476547?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/56503729015476547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/hannahs-bunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/56503729015476547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/56503729015476547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/hannahs-bunny.html' title='Hannah&apos;s bunny'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-2918854334573142101</id><published>2009-09-03T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:11:23.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>treat me like a friend?</title><content type='html'>hmmmmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2918854334573142101?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2918854334573142101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/treat-me-like-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2918854334573142101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2918854334573142101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/treat-me-like-friend.html' title='treat me like a friend?'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-3590694561762515830</id><published>2009-09-03T10:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:50:11.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math was so yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sp83Oi2McmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/c1TV-10G9yk/s1600-h/DSCN2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sp83Oi2McmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/c1TV-10G9yk/s320/DSCN2414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377077203115471458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can say that math was yesterday. I just finished my last math paper for my entire poly life. There will not be anymore math paper for me ever again. Hopefully. That was what i thought when I got kicked out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CEM&lt;/span&gt;. Well its already over and I would have to say it was very easy. It felt like i could have scored full marks. However I know its very unlikely due to certain reason. Firstly that I'm very careless. If you ask me why, the reason is simple. I never practice doing any question. All I ever did was read read read. Understand the logic to why the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;formulaes&lt;/span&gt; are the way they are. Well that is how i study and it has worked for me all this while. I don't see the point in keep doing all the different types of question. It like a knife. It can be used for many stuff. cutting fruits, meat and etc. Rather than to learn how to cut every single one of them. Study the knife properly and see how you can use it to cut whatever it is you want to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be my final and last paper for this semester. After that it would be holidays but it won't much of a holiday either. Firstly I've got to rush up with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; stuff. Hopefully we will be able to make it for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SPInovax&lt;/span&gt;. Lets just work hard for it and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really soon it will be time for me to go into army. I received letters from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MinDef&lt;/span&gt; to go for medical check-up already. I'm looking forward to it. And I might just consider working in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;airforce&lt;/span&gt; after my further studies if the job prospect there for me is good. Lets say a pilot. That is my dream job. Not just any pilot. I want to fly the fighter jets. F-15 F-16 you train me, I fly them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3590694561762515830?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3590694561762515830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/math-was-so-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3590694561762515830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3590694561762515830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/math-was-so-yesterday.html' title='Math was so yesterday'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sp83Oi2McmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/c1TV-10G9yk/s72-c/DSCN2414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-2291519644164798064</id><published>2009-09-01T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:35:30.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it fair?</title><content type='html'>Please think about it and tell me if it is. If you really knew how I feel. Its been 6years or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2291519644164798064?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2291519644164798064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2291519644164798064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2291519644164798064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-fair.html' title='is it fair?'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-5347200707072503001</id><published>2009-09-01T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:32:14.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more papers counting down the day</title><content type='html'>Yes its just like less than 2 days before my exams are over. Woooohooo can't wait for it to be over. Then it would mean more time for jamming. Music will be a part if my daily life. I will sacrifice at least 3hrs everyday. Hmmm sacrifice doesn't seem like a very very good word doesn't seem that willing. Haha So sad I wish to go for vocals lessons too but damn its so expensive. 200SGD for 4 lessons per month. Where the hell to find money? Rob the bank? I'm just so in love with music just hope my passion for it doesn't die like it did for skateboarding but I doubt it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5347200707072503001?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5347200707072503001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-more-papers-counting-down-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5347200707072503001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5347200707072503001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-more-papers-counting-down-day.html' title='2 more papers counting down the day'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-8105066785582660984</id><published>2009-08-26T16:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:50:26.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is something wrong with us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SpTwiLVMmQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/16UXPaoT3QY/s1600-h/orphan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SpTwiLVMmQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/16UXPaoT3QY/s320/orphan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374184725307758850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with Esther but i think there is something wrong with me. Its the midst of the exams and I went to watch a movie late at night which ended at about 11.50pm. Nick and me went to watch it after he went to repair his guitar and buying slippers and a cap for me. I guess I'm probably insane. Well that just me and I have been like this since secondary school. I believe there will be a day I will really screw up my results for slacking my results. Till then I guess I will not wake up from my crazy idea. However I think maybe slacking like this actually helps me study better. I feel less stress thus can absorb more with less studying. 3 more papers and it will be over. Really can't wait to get it over done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-8105066785582660984?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8105066785582660984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-something-wrong-with-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8105066785582660984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8105066785582660984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-something-wrong-with-us.html' title='There is something wrong with us'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SpTwiLVMmQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/16UXPaoT3QY/s72-c/orphan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-5168527278474806968</id><published>2009-08-22T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:11:26.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SpTt3y0fx3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/pmwY3VvOlqU/s1600-h/ME-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SpTt3y0fx3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/pmwY3VvOlqU/s320/ME-70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374181798150391666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I am right now. As usual the exams are back. No matter how busy I am I will always try my best to make time for guitar. And guess what, I just got a new multi effects pedal. I just got it not long so I have yet to fully master the effects. Not much time to really read through the manuals yet. Hopefully by the end of the holidays I will be able to master it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5168527278474806968?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5168527278474806968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5168527278474806968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5168527278474806968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SpTt3y0fx3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/pmwY3VvOlqU/s72-c/ME-70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-4139242469368431947</id><published>2009-08-11T07:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:43:05.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what an irony</title><content type='html'>It has turned out that what I had actually turned to be the opposite of what I had actually expected. As we all already know, I do not come from a perfect family. My parents divorced when I was really young. Dad got remarried, mom found a boyfriend. My mom never got married with that guy as he was already a married man. This is just part of another complicated story. During the initial stages I never liked any of them. As time passed I came to accept my mom's boyfriend and hated my stepmother. This was all about 14 years back. Its really been a long time since then. Right now where I am everything is no longer the same. It turned out to be a total irony. My moms boyfriends turns out to be a jerk and my step-mother came to be on good terms with me. Things aren't always what we assume it will be. It may just turn out to be the total opposite. My mom's boyfriend kind of cheated on her. She is pretty sad now that it has happened. Really woe me up that my mom is no longer young like she use to be and that I got to take care of her soon. Got to keep her company more, now that she is really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4139242469368431947?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4139242469368431947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4139242469368431947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4139242469368431947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-irony.html' title='what an irony'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-8498774845950655966</id><published>2009-08-09T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:14:36.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you made me sad</title><content type='html'>Man the worst news struck me when you told me that the tickets you had were actually not for NDP. That totally sucks but then its okay. Anyway I wasn't able to watch it from the start cos i didn't have any tickets from the start. You just lifted my hopes sky high and drop me rock bottom. HAHA Guess this day isn't that nice after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. you made me sad after what you told me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-8498774845950655966?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8498774845950655966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-made-me-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8498774845950655966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8498774845950655966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-made-me-sad.html' title='you made me sad'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-4026597395015491132</id><published>2009-08-07T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:13:50.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SnwnDbOOaSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XBqQIBCXB5c/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SnwnDbOOaSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XBqQIBCXB5c/s320/DSC01805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367207795719301410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Taken by Nicholas' sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again its the nation's birthday. In 2 days time, it will be Singapore's 44th birthday. Best thing of all is that I've got tickets to watch the parade on the actual day itself. Its really a miracle by God. I had been wanting to go watch the thing live but didn't have tickets to do so. And out of the blues I had friend who invited me to go. How awesome is that. I really love Singapore. It is indeed one of the best country in the world. However I must say a few thing which I'm still rather disappointed about Singaporeans.  Firstly it is that they are just so "kiasu" and secondly although out society seem to be in racial harmony the truth is that it isn't. We need to be more open with other races. That I've got to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4026597395015491132?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4026597395015491132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4026597395015491132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4026597395015491132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day.html' title='National day'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SnwnDbOOaSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XBqQIBCXB5c/s72-c/DSC01805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-3455580267010532505</id><published>2009-07-27T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:15:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SmyJXCZeZKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/lXlSqQm0b-M/s1600-h/yoshiko+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SmyJXCZeZKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/lXlSqQm0b-M/s320/yoshiko+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362812285165135010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Taken some time back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it been really a long time since we broke up but I will just like to say I miss the good times we had. I miss every single bit of it. It was the most enjoyable relationship I ever had and some how I just wish it never ended. Sadly thing don't always turn out the way you want them to be. Thus it all ended and we went our separate ways. I still remember the days when we were still happily together. I would try to irritate you in every way just for fun. I would purposely lick your hand to irritate you then you would try to lick me back when I wasn't noticing. It was really hilarious. Those were the days I miss and long for once again. However the person I use to love is already dead no longer to be found. Nothing will be able to let things be the way it use to be. You are alive but not the one I love. Ever since I met you, I just found every other girl boring but still nice to look at. Till this point of time it just seem to me that no one can really catch my heart the way you did. They are just so beautiful to look at but some how when it comes to looking at it from a relationship point of view it seems like something is missing. I'm really scared. I'm scared that I will never be able to have a relationship that I can really enjoy once again. I know the times I had with you were the best and was incomparable. That was for me but I don't if you feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is really redundant  of me to write this post. You won't be seeing any of this anyway. And even if you do see it so what. Its not like its going to change anything. You will still be you and I will still be me. It will never go back to what it use to be. Really wanted to let this out for quite some time. Its been on my mind really long tried almost everything to prove myself wrong. That I don't miss you. Hope I will be able to get some closure on this. You are no longer the girl I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3455580267010532505?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3455580267010532505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3455580267010532505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3455580267010532505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-her.html' title='I miss her'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SmyJXCZeZKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/lXlSqQm0b-M/s72-c/yoshiko+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-2477890596465256684</id><published>2009-07-21T16:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:05:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SmV5N9n125I/AAAAAAAAAbM/k1GCX98ms7Q/s1600-h/music+for+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SmV5N9n125I/AAAAAAAAAbM/k1GCX98ms7Q/s320/music+for+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360824212241374098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For once in my entire poly life I actually did something cool. Hmmm but then again it might not be so cool after all depends on how you look at it really. Nick and me skipped statistic lecture to go support this group of girls for their FYP. Then again i guess another reason was to try to make friend with them. We first got to know them from their booth which they set up yesterday near the auditorium. They were trying  to get people to make pledges for them. So together with some friends we helped them out. Really friendly people guess that was what made Nick and me want to go back and see them. Hope they don't see us as creeps. Seriously its the first time in 3 years that I actually went up to a girl and start a conversation. That is what you will become if you go into engineering. So i remembered what Andee told me. "Do what ever you want since its your final year." I believe by saying do what ever you want i meant anything except screwing up your studies. Haha Since it was our final year lets just make some new friends. If they think you are crazy it okay since we won't be seeing them anymore. So i told that to Nick too and yeah we went up to them and started talking to them. Was really nervous at first cos was kind of afraid what they might think of us. It soon get better after a while. Really nice knowing you guys and I do hope we can really be friends. SMAE is a boring school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. we will be there to support you guys on thursday. Hopefully we won't have to skip any lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2477890596465256684?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2477890596465256684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2477890596465256684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2477890596465256684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-once.html' title='For once'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SmV5N9n125I/AAAAAAAAAbM/k1GCX98ms7Q/s72-c/music+for+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-1070136302791660642</id><published>2009-07-16T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:59:29.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of random question</title><content type='html'>It really interesting to observe the human behavior. Different people react differently to everything. I was able to observe this by asking a series of random question which doesn't have answers to them. Of all the question asked the one the really amazed me was "Which animal has 3 leg". It was meant to be a serious question. This means that the animal must be born normal and not deformed in any way. There were 3 kind of response. 1st: Totally can't be bothered, 2nd:Give some stupid answer which is totally lame and 3rd:Come and ask me if there really is and starts thinking very hard but can't seem to find the answer. So which are you? One of the most retarded answer I got was "You have 3 legs".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Person A: u have 3 legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Person A: u have 3. unless you want to deny it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm who could this person be? Seriously there isn't any 3 legged animal. Some how legs all come in pairs. Which mean it has to be even number and 3 certainly isn't an even number. You might think this test is pretty lame but you will be even surprise to see that some answers are even more lame. Give it a try and be amaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1070136302791660642?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1070136302791660642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/series-of-random-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1070136302791660642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1070136302791660642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/series-of-random-question.html' title='Series of random question'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7500757271766346842</id><published>2009-07-15T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:54:43.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sl30vHscQYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5i1SuLSuQYg/s1600-h/DSCN2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sl30vHscQYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5i1SuLSuQYg/s320/DSCN2275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358708221997236610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cure to your every need. Frankly I feel that is just a placebo to anyone who believes in it. How can 1 med be a cure to so many symptoms. Headache is in the head and stomachache is in the abdominal area. So how how can 1 small tube of brown little pills know where to go to. The head or the stomach. Lets say it does work. Unless it was a smart pill I would assume it goes to all parts of the body. And if you only have a headache but not a stomachache it would be sending redundant chemicals to your stomach? Shouldn't it then be harmful since it not required but still sent to the stomach? So wouldn't it be considered harmful? So then how would it be considered a cure? Haha Well I had a friend who ate one tube and he was was totally fine and there wasn't any difference after eating it therefore I can conclude that it has no effect. Since it has no effect I will have to say it is a placebo which cures. People can get sick just by believing. (Conversion disorder) Cool huh? So if people can get sick by believing, the cure is believing then. Placebo are just so awesome. Its like a cure to so many stuff. It just sucks once you know the truth. That's when you can really use the phrase "the truth hurts" and literally mean every word in it. Haha Majority of Chinese medicines are placebo. Like for example drinking of some brew made with rhino horns. The substance in the horn is the exact substance in out nails. So if you really believe that it cures you save your money and start biting your nails. Haha Leave the poor innocent animal alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7500757271766346842?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7500757271766346842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7500757271766346842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7500757271766346842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/answer.html' title='The answer'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sl30vHscQYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5i1SuLSuQYg/s72-c/DSCN2275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-4101095295549179716</id><published>2009-07-14T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:51:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder Pill</title><content type='html'>Whats brown, small and cures headache, cold, fever, stomachache and diarrhoea? Its the future to aids, cancer and whatever possible illness you can think of as long as you believe. Thats what i really think of it though. Take a quick guess and I well tell you the answer really soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4101095295549179716?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4101095295549179716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonder-pill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4101095295549179716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4101095295549179716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonder-pill.html' title='The Wonder Pill'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-1238114796915034624</id><published>2009-07-14T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:01:05.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new little toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sltg8RaCttI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AgEVwFmPylQ/s1600-h/DSCN2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sltg8RaCttI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AgEVwFmPylQ/s320/DSCN2273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357982770268387026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sltg7-u6zPI/AAAAAAAAAas/Con6jcU7otY/s1600-h/DSCN2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sltg7-u6zPI/AAAAAAAAAas/Con6jcU7otY/s320/DSCN2272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357982765255675122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sltg7as5aSI/AAAAAAAAAak/UUb5y9zNPdU/s1600-h/DSCN2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sltg7as5aSI/AAAAAAAAAak/UUb5y9zNPdU/s320/DSCN2271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357982755583519010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know I'm a little too old for this kind of stuff already but was kind of bored so I decided to buy one and assemble it. Cool huh? I think its pretty cool. Furthermore its a new series of car which uses new kind of chassis. Its called MS-L chassis. Unlike its older generations of cars, it uses a double shaft motor which is mounted in the center of the car. Said to have better balance due to the fact that the motor is in the center. I have yet to bring the car out for a test run in a track. Andee bought one too and assembling is still pending. Will get some modficationss for it once i got more surplus cash. LOL Looks like some small kids toy but its certainly something most small kids would not be able to afford. Even I have problem when considering what to buy first as everything is so expensive. This isn't really my hobby but just doing this out of boredom and intrest on how the new design works. Btw it cost me 31SGD for that little toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1238114796915034624?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1238114796915034624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-little-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1238114796915034624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1238114796915034624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-little-toy.html' title='My new little toy'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sltg8RaCttI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AgEVwFmPylQ/s72-c/DSCN2273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-5588798318193731969</id><published>2009-07-09T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:34:57.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting results</title><content type='html'>To every test there will be results. And yes I got back some of the results already. Still waiting for the results of 3 other modules. Of the 4 that I got back recently the grades were quite appealing. Not the best though but still I'm quite proud to say I did very well considering it was all last minute studying. I pretty sure the only people who will believe me considering my results would probably Andee and Alvin cos I was at his place 90% of the time and if I did go out would be together with Andee and Alvin. Maybe John could be my witness for one of the days. Went to take notes from him one of the days and he thought I was going to join them for studying but I told him I was going for a movie. It was really crazy. Anyway I made it through. Got 90 for Airframe, 86.5 for Higher Math, 78 for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aero&lt;/span&gt; Materials and lastly the most disgusting grade 56 for Quality engineering management. Don't ask me why cos I don't know why I did so badly for that. Hope the remaining 3 results will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desirable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5588798318193731969?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5588798318193731969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/awaiting-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5588798318193731969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5588798318193731969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/awaiting-results.html' title='Awaiting results'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-2963081333610519122</id><published>2009-06-29T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:41:43.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to study!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkoGu7emN0I/AAAAAAAAAac/ecDEwuz3z-4/s1600-h/Time+for+study.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkoGu7emN0I/AAAAAAAAAac/ecDEwuz3z-4/s320/Time+for+study.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353098510393030466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Picture taken at Jurong Library some time back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exams period is once again here. As soon as it comes it will be gone too real soon. Really need to study. Didn't study during the long 3 weeks breaks so lots of last minute revision to be done. However considering the past 3 test that I have taken i found them rather easy considering that I had not prepare early. So lets just hope for good results. If I do not get it I won't be disappointed either. Hope to make it through the 3 remaining papers to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2963081333610519122?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2963081333610519122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2963081333610519122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2963081333610519122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-study.html' title='time to study!'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkoGu7emN0I/AAAAAAAAAac/ecDEwuz3z-4/s72-c/Time+for+study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-4113119686221495776</id><published>2009-06-28T00:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:37:51.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some other nice shots</title><content type='html'>Here are some new Photos that I've taken recently.&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of the national stadium. It wasn't what I really wanted but some how it still looks real nice in my opinion. I wanted a sharp clear picture. My camera wasn't able to detect the focus point so it turned out blur but still i think its nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkZXm3UGA8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/yJkO_tjgU8Y/s320/DSCN2204.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061532371289026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next would be from a series of photo taken for my assignment. It just a simple experimentation of mine to drop colour dye into water and capture its movement. The way it flows. And thanks to Andee for letting me use his house. Enjoy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkZiWgZzc8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/5UaPgMppZNU/s320/Food+colouring(Alvin%27s+edit).jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073345971221442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Edited by Alvin Wang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some other picture for the pictures of food colouring. If you wish to check them out you can do so by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daltonljj/sets/72157620638701594/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4113119686221495776?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4113119686221495776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-other-nice-shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4113119686221495776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4113119686221495776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-other-nice-shots.html' title='some other nice shots'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkZXm3UGA8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/yJkO_tjgU8Y/s72-c/DSCN2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-7462283982738018141</id><published>2009-06-26T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:24:29.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some new shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkTYznjUUeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xqoDHldm568/s320/Utensils2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351640638525034978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utensils from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkTYz-dXZ5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/XLYeWSwPQgQ/s320/bear3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351640644674086802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teddy bears in a crystal ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This are just some of the shots that I will be submitting for my upcoming GEMs assignment. Hope you guys will find it nice. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7462283982738018141?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7462283982738018141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-new-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7462283982738018141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7462283982738018141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-new-shot.html' title='Some new shot'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SkTYznjUUeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xqoDHldm568/s72-c/Utensils2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-4065816589992930229</id><published>2009-06-26T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:37:34.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hairy monster</title><content type='html'>I've made a crazy decision to try keep my hair as long as I can try avoid from cutting but maybe trim up every once in a while to keep it neat. Other than that I shall try to keep it all long. It been quite a while since I last cut my hair. I know my hair looks really horrible long and messy. Oh well who cares not like there will be any girl that likes me ... haha I shall trun into a hairy monster. Scare all the little children. That is so cool. LOL I think I'm like a baby hairy monster now. Soon a full fledge hairy monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4065816589992930229?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4065816589992930229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/hairy-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4065816589992930229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4065816589992930229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/hairy-monster.html' title='The hairy monster'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-918454778864350514</id><published>2009-06-22T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:25:45.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends that last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sj75nSGDn4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/bfYpHbfS8RQ/s1600-h/Grp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sj75nSGDn4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/bfYpHbfS8RQ/s320/Grp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349987860630183810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends that will last. Except for an exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-918454778864350514?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/918454778864350514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-that-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/918454778864350514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/918454778864350514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-that-last.html' title='Friends that last'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sj75nSGDn4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/bfYpHbfS8RQ/s72-c/Grp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-8290415496683446007</id><published>2009-06-19T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:02:32.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SjulQ0CuEGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SIczbJUBlbc/s1600-h/Tempo+license.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SjulQ0CuEGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SIczbJUBlbc/s320/Tempo+license.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349050690699137122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who still do not know how i did for my driving here it is. I passed my driving test and this is the temporary driving license provide before they send it to me in about 1 month time. It won't be of much use to me either since I don't have a car to drive. Before the test I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; ready to fail. Main reason being that during the warm up, I some how wasn't able to do the vertical parking. 6/7 time I failed to park the car. Somehow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the actual test due to some miracle that God had bestowed upon me, I was able to park it on my first try. Till now I seriosly still can't believe that i had actually after what happened during the warm up session. Really need to thank god for everything. My parents too for providing me with the money to learn and mayby Clarissa for having faith in me. LOL Been a little busy lately so didn't had the time to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-8290415496683446007?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8290415496683446007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8290415496683446007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8290415496683446007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SjulQ0CuEGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SIczbJUBlbc/s72-c/Tempo+license.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-4134352836049138887</id><published>2009-06-16T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:38:38.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is worst?</title><content type='html'>It 2 days to my driving test and 2 weeks to my MST. So which is worst? I really have no idea which is worst but I sure know that I am dead scared for either one. I really hope I can pass but I know that if I'm to be nervous during i am sure not to pass but its so so hard not to get nervous. How can one not be nervous for driving test. I would definitely have to clear and relax my mind. It is seriously a very long time ever since I've been put under pressure. Lets just hope I can cope with it. By the way thanks lester for waiting for me just in case i do fail we can book together. Really lame I know but thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4134352836049138887?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4134352836049138887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/which-is-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4134352836049138887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4134352836049138887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/which-is-worst.html' title='Which is worst?'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-3823310115912468776</id><published>2009-06-11T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:02:48.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another good piece of music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q-JWshmx_OA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q-JWshmx_OA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good piece of music. Wonderful vocals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3823310115912468776?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3823310115912468776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-good-piece-of-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3823310115912468776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3823310115912468776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-good-piece-of-music.html' title='Another good piece of music'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-2128187093086933614</id><published>2009-06-09T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:48:38.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a new baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Si5lB1pc8SI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7Fp-IOZwJ-s/s1600-h/DSCN2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Si5lB1pc8SI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7Fp-IOZwJ-s/s320/DSCN2061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345320889990574370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she just a beauty. She may be a cheaper version of what I really wanted but she is certainly still my beloved guitar. Its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Epiphone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; G400. It was 856&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SGD&lt;/span&gt; but manage to get it at 770 with a hard case chip in with it. Cool huh? ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; My very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; guitar. The next thing i would like to get would be a Gibson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; standard then maybe after that a Fender Telecaster. Would really like to expand my guitar collection. One day my dream will come true. My very own jamming studio with all my collections. And who knows maybe I might be rich enough to add some true vintage 1960s guitar to my collection. 1960s in such a wonderful era. How I wish I was born then. Anyway since I not born in the era all i could do is earn some big bucks and fulfill my dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. once again to remind everyone SG is not Singapore, its Solid guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2128187093086933614?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2128187093086933614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-new-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2128187093086933614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2128187093086933614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-new-baby.html' title='I got a new baby'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Si5lB1pc8SI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7Fp-IOZwJ-s/s72-c/DSCN2061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-4250942145657134752</id><published>2009-06-07T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:50:44.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all have desire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SiqZTygLg-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/xyMz5gc0dFo/s1600-h/Gibson+SG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SiqZTygLg-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/xyMz5gc0dFo/s320/Gibson+SG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344252473081824226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of us has a desire. To own a car, buy more jewellery. For me its to have a collection of Gibson guitar and have room where I can jam in. Walls that are sound proof covered with red velvet, soft carpeted floor. Several amplifiers a set of drums in the centre.   Oh that will be so sweet. That will be when I start working and making big busk for now I can only think of how I'm going to own my very first Gibson guitar. Really love the Gibson SG series. Or maybe for now I should just get an Epiphone. A lower grade of its brother company Gibson. If only I were a wee bit richer but then again if I were to be richer I would not know how to treasure my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. FYI SG does not mean Singapore. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4250942145657134752?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4250942145657134752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-all-have-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4250942145657134752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4250942145657134752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-all-have-desire.html' title='We all have desire.'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SiqZTygLg-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/xyMz5gc0dFo/s72-c/Gibson+SG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-2250553935778139635</id><published>2009-06-02T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:48:57.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Music that last</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNPX-9QXgGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNPX-9QXgGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are just some of the many things that modern lifestyle lacks of. Good music with soul and grooves. Really hope to be like him one of this days but no point saying if I'm not going to practise. So I shall work hard towards it. Probably one day I can be like him. Wish life could be like the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning streak at 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2250553935778139635?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2250553935778139635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-music-that-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2250553935778139635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2250553935778139635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-music-that-last.html' title='Good Music that last'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-5540809331945708919</id><published>2009-05-29T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:26:09.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sh-o6Hbx-uI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dPNeHcj1FLg/s1600-h/DSCN2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sh-o6Hbx-uI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dPNeHcj1FLg/s320/DSCN2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341173399466146530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I've not been blogging for a really long time. You probably thought I was dead. Anyway had been really busy in school had quite a few test. And during my free time I would be out with Andee, Lester, Alvin and the rest. Been an enjoyable 2 weeks. Went to swim at Andee's place frequently. On the Saturday Andee, Alvin, Nigel and me went out with Miss Foo. Our initial intentions of going out was to go play board games. Sadly when we went there it was full house. So we didn't get to play any board games. We then went over to Central shopping centre to eat lunch/dinner. Ate at Mr curry. The food was great totally awesome. Best Japanese curry ever. After that went over to Andee's place to stay over. Shall skip some parts of the week and move on to the more important part of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my GEMs assignment, I got it back last Wednesday and guess what I got an A. I'm really please with my work. Thanks for all the help given to me. Although its a very small help but still I would like to thank Clarissa for helping me with cover page. Greater thanks to WenYu for going out to take pictures together and lending me your DSLR. And lastly Greatest thanks to Andee and Alvin for helping with my self-portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly on the important section of what happened was that we went jamming. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5540809331945708919?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5540809331945708919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5540809331945708919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5540809331945708919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sh-o6Hbx-uI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dPNeHcj1FLg/s72-c/DSCN2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-6439902437753315132</id><published>2009-05-18T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:54:57.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/ShBcwA5F9lI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HimRNNB2ndw/s1600-h/Gates+to+Symphony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/ShBcwA5F9lI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HimRNNB2ndw/s320/Gates+to+Symphony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336867538376980050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally completed taking photos for my GEMs assignment. Did some major touch up on the pictures and now its all good for submission. Just hope I can get good grades for it. I would really like to thank all the people who has helped me through it. WenYu for your DSLR, Alvin and Andee for self-portrait. Thanks for all the help. Oh ya and as I have mentioned in the earlier post I will show case my work piece once its done. Go to the link stated at the end of this post. Won't posting here as its rather big thus very troublesome to upload to Blogger. All that is left is to write description for the pictures and print them out into hard copy and all set to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daltonljj/"&gt;GEMs assignment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo taken by Andee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-6439902437753315132?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6439902437753315132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/assignment-completed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6439902437753315132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6439902437753315132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/assignment-completed.html' title='Assignment completed'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/ShBcwA5F9lI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HimRNNB2ndw/s72-c/Gates+to+Symphony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-2144178522662998925</id><published>2009-05-17T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:32:12.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sg7yRq4P3rI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NQTki0FHaVc/s1600-h/DSCN0989+edited1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sg7yRq4P3rI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NQTki0FHaVc/s320/DSCN0989+edited1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336468993862524594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cross over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sg7zZRpTWjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/g0MQEkyk9QM/s1600-h/DSCN1039+edited1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sg7zZRpTWjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/g0MQEkyk9QM/s320/DSCN1039+edited1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336470224039533106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alone together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out today to get some shots for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GEMs&lt;/span&gt; assignment which is due this coming Wednesday. Theme being Architecture and Me. So in total I've got to take 6 shots. 2 self portrait, exterior day and night, and lastly interior day and night. And so far I've got 4 photos. Left with 1 more self portrait and interior day and I'm all done. Above are some of the shots that are not related to school assignment but because I feel that they are nice I wish to share them. (Subjected to personal opinion) The photos were edited to as you can see. Shall&lt;br /&gt;post the final workpiece which I will be submitting once I'm done up with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2144178522662998925?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2144178522662998925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/cross-over-alone-together-went-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2144178522662998925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2144178522662998925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/cross-over-alone-together-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sg7yRq4P3rI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NQTki0FHaVc/s72-c/DSCN0989+edited1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-7835511651215997120</id><published>2009-05-14T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:31:07.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the road home is always the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SgwpLGzAKOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7JZ8qekmLUw/s1600-h/DSCN0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SgwpLGzAKOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7JZ8qekmLUw/s320/DSCN0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335684929307027682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is where I want to be after a long day of school. have been feeling really tired and worn out from school the pass few day. Tonnes of work to do and lots of lectures. Test coming up really soon. Everyday after school the only place I would like to be is home. It never fails to make me feel relax from the long day of stress. Just lay on my bed and sleep and forget about everything else. Home is where I want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7835511651215997120?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7835511651215997120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-home-is-always-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7835511651215997120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7835511651215997120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-home-is-always-best.html' title='the road home is always the best'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SgwpLGzAKOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7JZ8qekmLUw/s72-c/DSCN0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-312812025648899910</id><published>2009-05-10T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:40:13.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take life a pace slower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SgapbOobUeI/AAAAAAAAAYM/16SvfAOtgmM/s1600-h/DSCN0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SgapbOobUeI/AAAAAAAAAYM/16SvfAOtgmM/s320/DSCN0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334137093916152290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of a typical Singaporean is so hectic. The pace of life is just like a bullet train. Our work life has integrated into our daily lives, so much so that it affects how we even enjoy our breaks. Take a Saturday evening for example. Just sit at any corner of the street and you will notice lots of people rushing from one point to another. May it be shopping or just a stroll through town. Isn't it suppose to be at a much slower pace ? It certainly doesn't give me the feeling of being calm and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such a fast pace we miss out on the true meaning of enjoyment. Work and play should come hand in hand but they should never be done in the same manner. Take life at a slower pace and truly enjoy the short breaks we have before we have to go back to our daily work life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-312812025648899910?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/312812025648899910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-life-pace-slower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/312812025648899910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/312812025648899910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-life-pace-slower.html' title='take life a pace slower'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SgapbOobUeI/AAAAAAAAAYM/16SvfAOtgmM/s72-c/DSCN0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-5960191986972292839</id><published>2009-05-05T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:38:55.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends are forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sf_ZTZH3iEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qutGsGtUdjs/s1600-h/DSCN1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sf_ZTZH3iEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qutGsGtUdjs/s320/DSCN1950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332219411014584386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life we all come into this world alone and like the same way we came in, we will leave this world alone. However what makes life so special is the people we meet along the way. There would be different kinds of people that we would meet. There are people who make you smile and there are people that make you unhappy. Which ever one they are the ones that stay with you all the way are always the best. Your best friends, your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we do have some disagreements and don't see eye to eye but that doesn't mean that we are not best of friends but because we are all unique in our own way. What makes us best of friends is that we are able to talk things out regardless of our differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was down you guys were there. When I was happy you guys were there too. You all were always there. No one else knew how to appreciate my lameness but you guys did. Others thought I was crazy but you guys joined in to make me feel normal. We just went through so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go but best friends are forever cherish them and no matter what happens stick together. To Andee, Alvin and Lester. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Lester never take picture with you. Next time we will take together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo taken by Andee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5960191986972292839?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5960191986972292839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-friends-are-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5960191986972292839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5960191986972292839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-friends-are-forever.html' title='Best friends are forever'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sf_ZTZH3iEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qutGsGtUdjs/s72-c/DSCN1950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-4014810135698810665</id><published>2009-05-01T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:41:56.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes of a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfpPsoDWryI/AAAAAAAAAX8/E9qwRTm266Q/s1600-h/P1010192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfpPsoDWryI/AAAAAAAAAX8/E9qwRTm266Q/s320/P1010192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330660737030729506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of a child the world is such a wonderful place. Its our playground. We see the world with curiosity. Our innocences is a gift from god. Frail by nature many of us lose this gift as the passing of time. "Wo ma ma shou bu neng gen mo sheng ren jiang hua" (my mom told me not to talk to strangers) was a reply when a friend of mine asked for her name. The beauty and innocences of the world could be seen through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picture taken my LohShaoHui in china)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-4014810135698810665?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4014810135698810665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/eyes-of-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4014810135698810665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/4014810135698810665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/eyes-of-child.html' title='eyes of a child'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfpPsoDWryI/AAAAAAAAAX8/E9qwRTm266Q/s72-c/P1010192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-7786044224600091069</id><published>2009-04-29T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:19:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we can't change we accept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sfh8GC5lOQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Rp0--56P07E/s1600-h/FSCN0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sfh8GC5lOQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Rp0--56P07E/s320/FSCN0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330146602292427010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in life that are not within our control. Like the sun rising from the east and setting at the west. And we learn to accept it. We do not have control over it. People will act like assholes just to put us down. If they choose to be one we can't stop them either. We should just try our best to tolerate them and not cause any trouble. Not because we don't dare but because we are not like them. That is what differentiates us from them. We grew up with better up bringing. With morals and values we hold true to. We live by them no matter what. That is what makes us different. Hope this makes you feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7786044224600091069?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7786044224600091069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-we-cant-change-we-accept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7786044224600091069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7786044224600091069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-we-cant-change-we-accept.html' title='What we can&apos;t change we accept'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sfh8GC5lOQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Rp0--56P07E/s72-c/FSCN0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-8982930509259939364</id><published>2009-04-28T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:14:22.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeding lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfcCS8dKbwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SBfs8t8mdHQ/s1600-h/DSCN0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfcCS8dKbwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SBfs8t8mdHQ/s320/DSCN0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329731208505618178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 3 years I actually enjoy and look forward going to school. Reasons being Monday during I will go to SPGG to have fun. Gym, Swim and lastly relaxing in the spa. With 3 pools of different temperature. Warm, luke warm and lastly ice cold and I'm serious when I mean ice cold. The water is like below 0 degree Celsius. Going into that pool will surely wake you up. On Wednesday, I've got photography GEMs another thing to look forward to. And lastly Friday. Friday its SPGG day again and I'll get to see my stats lecturer who I feel is a very nice person. School has never been so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-8982930509259939364?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8982930509259939364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-first-time-in-3-years-i-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8982930509259939364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8982930509259939364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-first-time-in-3-years-i-actually.html' title='Speeding lights'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfcCS8dKbwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SBfs8t8mdHQ/s72-c/DSCN0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-2870519649485829062</id><published>2009-04-27T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:10:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some endings are sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfWchqfcIiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bAw1v84rHFE/s1600-h/DSCN0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfWchqfcIiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bAw1v84rHFE/s320/DSCN0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329337836218622498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfWch2otg_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/gCrrPkoRaFw/s1600-h/DSCN0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfWch2otg_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/gCrrPkoRaFw/s320/DSCN0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329337839478735858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every ending is about tear drops and sadness. Some endings are just so beautiful. Like the setting of the sun. It is such a wonderful sight. It all begins with the sun rising in the east and ends setting in the west. This is one of the many wonders mother nature has given us. If we don't take care of this world we may never live long enough to enjoy all the beauty of the world. Lets all play a role in fighting global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up R&amp;amp;D project for my final year project. At first I wasn't really keen of this project cos it was very dry. Everything is all about getting information, rather boring I would say.  However I found a new motivation to get this project done well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group and I took up this project as it was one of the best project we could get in hand as early as possible. Other project which were more in demand required a proposal. There are like 3 projects in very high demand, all highly funded, but there are tonnes of groups fighting for it. With the current bad economy not many projects are well funded. If we fail to get any of those projects in high demand. We might get our self into some deep shit. All the other groups who got rejected would be fighting for the same project as us. So we agreed to take up this project. Furthermore one of the group fighting for the project we were eyeing for has a top student with GPA of 4 for all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sems&lt;/span&gt;. So it would be better to play safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk about why and how I found a new motivation to get this project done well. As you all know I love this blue planet of ours. What my project does is to research on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; powder. With the information gathered we will have to fabricate a product which will be mounted onto exhaust of vehicles. It would help absorb harmful pollutants that would be emitted to the atmosphere. This means the project that I will be involve in will help fight in global warming. This gives me more motivation to get it done well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2870519649485829062?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2870519649485829062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-endings-are-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2870519649485829062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2870519649485829062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-endings-are-sweet.html' title='Some endings are sweet.'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfWchqfcIiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bAw1v84rHFE/s72-c/DSCN0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-2323056656533558838</id><published>2009-04-26T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:22:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of this world slowly fading.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfRm_HClBMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gYinTXxRCHg/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfRm_HClBMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gYinTXxRCHg/s320/DSCN0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328997493493793986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The once untouched beauty of the world is slowly fading in the hands of man. People all around the world are fighting. For wealth and power; materials of the world. We all fail to see that day by day we are losing the war against global warming. Its a problem that doesn't just affect one part of the world. It is a global issue. What is the point of fighting for all this wealth and power when soon this world will end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a war we must all fight together regardless of our race and religion. We don't need to be some top physicist to come up with some new form of energy to save this earth. Neither do we have to be some chemist to invent some new biodegradable  material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all can play a part in our daily lives through our simple actions. A little effort can go a long way. Simple things like avoid taking plastic bags if items purchased could be held on hand, turning the lights off when not in use or maybe cut down usage of air-conditioner by switching to fan. All this little actions will help save our world. So lets all play a part. Even if you don't care for me, care for yourself. This is not my world that you are fighting for. It is your world too. The world that you and your future generations will live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this world we are living in for it has given us so much. I will be making this blog public once again in hope that I can help play a part in spreading the message of fighting global warming. Lets all help to spread this message too in any way you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2323056656533558838?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2323056656533558838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-of-this-world-slowly-fading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2323056656533558838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2323056656533558838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-of-this-world-slowly-fading.html' title='Beauty of this world slowly fading.'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfRm_HClBMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gYinTXxRCHg/s72-c/DSCN0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-1597596598479276911</id><published>2009-04-23T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:37:49.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel on a tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCwBH6vJQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IEwaZzt8zc8/s1600-h/DSCN0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCwBH6vJQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IEwaZzt8zc8/s320/DSCN0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327951892531062018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCwA05A6GI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2xcA6FQM084/s1600-h/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCwA05A6GI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2xcA6FQM084/s320/DSCN0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327951887423563874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really amazing happened today. I had a freaking close encounter with a squirrel. It was appear super close to me. About 1 step away from me. I was not able to capture it when it was within close proximity as I was too anxious to get my camera out. As he a result it kind of got stuck in my pocket. However luckily for me, I manage to take out my camera while it was still in sight. So this are the 2 picture i manage to capture of it. Was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uva&lt;/span&gt; when I saw it. If you're wondering who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uva&lt;/span&gt;, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCyazu2TLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/k3u9Q7WvUME/s1600-h/DSCN0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCyazu2TLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/k3u9Q7WvUME/s320/DSCN0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954532812344498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCyaiW1wdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xEb3wSsQ2Ig/s1600-h/DSCN0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCyaiW1wdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xEb3wSsQ2Ig/s320/DSCN0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954528148242898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me obviously. O and the reason to our rather spastic smile was to actually test out the smile shutter of the camera. Cos we were wondering what if some people who just cant seem to smile will the function still work. Well it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went out with Andee, Lester, Alvin, Sean and Cy to town. And Alvin tested my camera by taking lots of rather random shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCy4p9B70I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2yAV50hAJVg/s1600-h/DSCN0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCy4p9B70I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2yAV50hAJVg/s320/DSCN0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327955045583548226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCy5PHEOiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/-gT8XztjtPg/s1600-h/DSCN0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCy5PHEOiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/-gT8XztjtPg/s320/DSCN0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327955055557753378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCy4_0zE5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/4JLOn3fwF0c/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCy4_0zE5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/4JLOn3fwF0c/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327955051454600082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a F-22 Raptor model plane to fix. So its about 60% done as of 2.30am will post pictures of it once its done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1597596598479276911?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1597596598479276911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/squirrel-on-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1597596598479276911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1597596598479276911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/squirrel-on-tree.html' title='Squirrel on a tree'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SfCwBH6vJQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IEwaZzt8zc8/s72-c/DSCN0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-2246885740816101801</id><published>2009-04-23T02:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:41:35.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impressed yet disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9fNdCh8iI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UXNcboT7NLU/s1600-h/FSCN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9fNdCh8iI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UXNcboT7NLU/s320/FSCN0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581568940765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9fNC2hU2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/LK8scmX4zCs/s1600-h/DSCN0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9fNC2hU2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/LK8scmX4zCs/s320/DSCN0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581561911071586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9enrJvn6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/QmRPjNSjcgk/s1600-h/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9enrJvn6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/QmRPjNSjcgk/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327580919894089634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9el4dnDnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/p-CDh6ACDaY/s1600-h/DSCN0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9el4dnDnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/p-CDh6ACDaY/s320/DSCN0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327580889107336818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9elcngEoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qbt8gbcm27Y/s1600-h/DSCN0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9elcngEoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qbt8gbcm27Y/s320/DSCN0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327580881632629378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9elbgQUGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sEJa03Nnpj4/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9elbgQUGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sEJa03Nnpj4/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327580881333801058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9elN1Dq_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/aB5TxmP9W4I/s1600-h/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9elN1Dq_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/aB5TxmP9W4I/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327580877662956530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really impressed with what my new digital camera can do but I'm really disappointed with my skills. My skills in photography really sucks to the core. So I really hope this photography GEMs of mine will help me improve my shooting skills. So in order to show that it is improving over time through this GEMs I shall post pictures from now till then. Thus you will be able to judge if its improving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2246885740816101801?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2246885740816101801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/impressed-yet-disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2246885740816101801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2246885740816101801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/impressed-yet-disappointed.html' title='impressed yet disappointed'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se9fNdCh8iI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UXNcboT7NLU/s72-c/FSCN0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-7734217643352276564</id><published>2009-04-21T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:28:36.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First camera of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se2TOR2LBKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/C00AAWwr57w/s1600-h/S60_BK_front_lc_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se2TOR2LBKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/C00AAWwr57w/s320/S60_BK_front_lc_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327075807767233698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first camera, a Nikon S60. I won't say that its a state of the art technology of our time but it has certainly caught my eye and is to my liking. Compared to many other new cameras available now which are about 12mp the S60 is only 10mp but still I like it a lot. It is my very first camera. I'm really proud to own a Nikon. When I first went to the store 2 cameras caught my eye. T700 and this S60. Both of this 2 cameras coincidentally have the same specification. 10mp touch screen but Nikon S60 still won my heart. Muahahah I'm so so happy. Let go take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures from Nikon Web)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7734217643352276564?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7734217643352276564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-camera-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7734217643352276564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7734217643352276564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-camera-of-my-life.html' title='First camera of my life'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Se2TOR2LBKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/C00AAWwr57w/s72-c/S60_BK_front_lc_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-5258141475051961212</id><published>2009-04-18T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:07:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting</title><content type='html'>Finally the dreaded attachments are over my final day of having to see that jackass Joseph. However there is still something thats not here. That is my Freaking pay. I need it badly now to buy a new guitar. Freak it man. Why do I always have to keep waiting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5258141475051961212?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5258141475051961212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5258141475051961212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5258141475051961212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-waiting.html' title='still waiting'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7062322995875189471</id><published>2009-04-15T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:33:35.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denying is futile embracing is inevitable</title><content type='html'>I would have to say that a few matters have been really bothering me lately. For some reason I just keep thinking about the past and where am I now. Thinking about all the fun times I had while I was still with Yoshiko. I will not deny the truth that I miss those moments I had with her and that I had lots of fun. Thinking about all these stuff, it really makes me wonder if I will ever find someone as fun loving as her. It makes me wonder will remain single forever cos every other girl isn't as fun loving as her. It really kept me thinking but then it suddenly came to me that fun and happiness is something within our control. What we perceive to be fun and happiness is what we allow it to be. So if I would just open myself more probably I could just find fun and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7062322995875189471?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7062322995875189471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/denying-is-futile-embracing-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7062322995875189471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7062322995875189471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/denying-is-futile-embracing-is.html' title='Denying is futile embracing is inevitable'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-6060411383594377078</id><published>2009-04-13T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:15:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why does it have to be this way? Why do I feel this way? Why do you have to hide? Why does it have to be me? Why is it so unfair? Why do I have to know? Why do I even bother so much? Why does everything so beautiful have to turn so ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really don't know how to feel anymore. Will you show me how to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-6060411383594377078?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6060411383594377078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6060411383594377078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6060411383594377078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-336931137642442830</id><published>2009-04-09T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:05:32.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Crowds</title><content type='html'>If I had my own world&lt;br /&gt;I'd fill it with wealth and desire&lt;br /&gt;A glorious past to admire&lt;br /&gt;And voices of kids out walking, dogs, birds, planes, cleanest cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own world&lt;br /&gt;I'd love it for all that's inside it&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no more wars doubt or riots, there'd be no more police packed parking lots, guns, bombs sounding off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own world&lt;br /&gt;I'd build you an empire&lt;br /&gt;From here to the far lands&lt;br /&gt;To spread love like violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own world&lt;br /&gt;I'd build you an empire&lt;br /&gt;From here to the far lands&lt;br /&gt;To spread love like violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal, you carry you higher&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words spread hope like fire&lt;br /&gt;Secret crowds rise up and gather&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voices sing back louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own world&lt;br /&gt;I'd show you the life that's inside it&lt;br /&gt;The way that it glows when you find it&lt;br /&gt;The way it survives with it's familys, friends or it's enemys&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this the new world&lt;br /&gt;I swear you can go if you want to&lt;br /&gt;I know that you have that within you&lt;br /&gt;Inventing the first clean and useable&lt;br /&gt;God's greatest miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own world&lt;br /&gt;I'd build you an empire&lt;br /&gt;From here to the far lands&lt;br /&gt;To spread love like violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own world&lt;br /&gt;I'd build you an empire&lt;br /&gt;From here to the far lands&lt;br /&gt;To spread love like violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal you, carry you higher&lt;br /&gt;Watch our words spread hope like fire&lt;br /&gt;Secret crowds rise up and gather&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voices sing back louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal you, carry you higher&lt;br /&gt;Watch our words spread hope like fire&lt;br /&gt;Secret crowds rise up and gather&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voices sing back louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal you, carry you higher&lt;br /&gt;Watch our words spread hope like fire&lt;br /&gt;Secret crowds rise up and gather&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voices sing back louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal you, carry you higher&lt;br /&gt;Watch our words spread hope like fire&lt;br /&gt;Secret crowds rise up and gather&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voices sing back louder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-336931137642442830?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/336931137642442830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-crowds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/336931137642442830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/336931137642442830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-crowds.html' title='Secret Crowds'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-3255484267191646891</id><published>2009-04-08T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:06:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all want something else</title><content type='html'>We all want something else. We all want something that we can't get. Will i ever get what I want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3255484267191646891?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3255484267191646891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-all-want-something-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3255484267191646891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3255484267191646891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-all-want-something-else.html' title='we all want something else'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-340835074346589483</id><published>2009-04-08T09:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:31:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down</title><content type='html'>I'm left with 6 more working days. Finally the dreaded period is almost coming to an end. I'm starting to see a faint light at the end of the tunnel. How cool is that? Although my attachment is over there is still something that I'm not really happy about. The pay. The pay is like so freaking pathetic. 544SGD for 34days. That is cheap labour man. at least in the outside industries they get paid close to 700SGD. What the hell is this man. I want to go complain to MOM. LOL Can't make up my mind on how I should spend the money. Clothes, shoes, camera or a new guitar? I really don't know. All of this are my greatest desire. They are what I lust for. LOL Can't wait 6, 5, .... 2, 1 and its over. Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly Charm all the best prove to the principal that you are the best teacher and win teacher of the year award. You can do it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-340835074346589483?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/340835074346589483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/count-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/340835074346589483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/340835074346589483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/count-down.html' title='Count down'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7255853078024272737</id><published>2009-04-06T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:16:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats wrong with me.</title><content type='html'>I need help. I don't know whats wrong with me. I get ticked over the smallest little things in life yet many things which are bigger I let go. What is wrong with me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7255853078024272737?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7255853078024272737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7255853078024272737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7255853078024272737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='Whats wrong with me.'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-6685927343272184135</id><published>2009-04-05T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:41:54.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knowing</title><content type='html'>Knowing can be both a good and a bad thing. As some truth can be really hurtful. After hearing some stuff. Its set my mind into a state of pondering. Could it be true? I'm unsure of the truth. There are only 2 possibilities to the truth, a simple yes or no, yet it could bring about so much emotions. I really wish to know the truth but I'm afraid to hear what I do not wish to hear. I really don't know if I should to try investigate if what I heard was true. However know the truth could either make me feel assured that everything is alright or it could make me feel sad that things has come to such a state. So then which is better to know or not to know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-6685927343272184135?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6685927343272184135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6685927343272184135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6685927343272184135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing.html' title='knowing'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-8024965566382712654</id><published>2009-03-31T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:43:03.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy your youth while you can</title><content type='html'>Nigel will be going in to NS pretty soon and I mean really soon. This coming Tuesday he would have to go in. It makes me wonder will we still have the chance to enjoy our youth once we come out of NS. We would be like freak old by then. I'm already 19 this year. The last year of my teenage years. Oh my I would turn to a full fledge adult by the time I come out of NS. I would be like 22 or so by then depending when i have to get enlisted. Really got to enjoy my youth while i still can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-8024965566382712654?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8024965566382712654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/enjoy-your-youth-while-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8024965566382712654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/8024965566382712654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/enjoy-your-youth-while-you-can.html' title='Enjoy your youth while you can'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-2209807181232896811</id><published>2009-03-27T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:38:42.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>I know I've not been updating for the pass few day yeah was really lazy to update cos I was either really busy going out or too tired from attachment. Lets start off with Monday. It was a rather slack day at attachment just had to assemble all the part together and we are done. After attachment went out with Candice to watch movie. We watched Watchman. Yeah was a really good movie with all the different super heroes however it was a really long movie. So after movie it was rather late so there wasn't much bus that i could take home. Then i saw that there was 36A so i was thinking to myself "hmmm i should be able to get home in this since 36 goes to my place" so not know that it doesn't loop instead it ends its service at Tanglin. So i got myself stuck much further into town without any transport home. So not wanting to waste any money on cab a walk all the way home. Not bad though. Saw lots of things like prostitutes at orchard tower. They were rather hot but some were tranny so please becareful when choosing. LOL Reached home at about 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday same thing went to watch the movies again. Watched Paul Blart Mall Cop. Its really hillarious. Oh ya you guys should watch the 2 movies i jus mention but watchman would be 1st piority. Wasn't really in a good mood on tesday though. Alot of things just tic me off. Firstly it was that joseph again irritating bastard. Secondly the freaking poor service at Mos burger at Plaza Sing. Lastly the inconsiderate crowd while i was waiting for the lift. Really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a rather boring day went home and slept all the way through cos i was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm not that tired so that brings me here to blogger dot com to blog. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be another slack day and it pisses me off that we can jam again. Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2209807181232896811?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2209807181232896811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2209807181232896811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2209807181232896811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-108989128763791707</id><published>2009-03-20T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:41:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small steps help make big steps</title><content type='html'>Just as much as you hate it I hate it too. We both hate it when people say that they'll doing something but never do it. You should very well by now know it. You said to meet at 5 then we will meet at 5. If you can't even keep a simple appointment then how do you expect me to have faith that your promise is not another empty promise. I'm really disappointed. Lets just give this whole idea okay? Tell me when you see this. Even if you do not call, I'll still take it as you agreed to this. You just let me down time after time. You want to know why I'm still quite cold towards you? That is because I'm still feeling uncertain about how things are going to turn out. And sadly you can't even convince me with such a simple task. Please accomplish smaller goals before you move on to bigger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really sick  when I went for attachment today. So I ate my medicines prescribed by the doctor the day before. Ate the cough syrup and flu tablets. After about 2-3plus I started to feel rather drowsy so went to take a rest in the air-con room. Didn't really do much today either. Yeah thats about it but I still feel very tired so I'm gonna go take a nap now. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-108989128763791707?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/108989128763791707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-steps-help-make-big-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/108989128763791707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/108989128763791707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-steps-help-make-big-steps.html' title='small steps help make big steps'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-5170766736172767423</id><published>2009-03-19T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:20:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good days are not meant to last forever</title><content type='html'>The difference between a good day and a normal day is that a good day doesn't last forever. If it did it would be a normal day then. And I had a rather good day today. Took Medical leave from work today. Was sick with a minor flu, cough and headache but was not that sick to the extend that I can't go out and have fun. The best part of not going to work today was not that I had a great time with my friends but because I didn't have to go work and see that asshole Joseph. I can always go out with my friends and have a great time. The thing that made it special was i didn't have to put up with Joseph. That is so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The began with me going to the poly clinic to see the doctor. Next went to meet Lester at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NYP&lt;/span&gt;. After which we went to find Clarissa. She said that there was a fair going on but did not even take a look at the fair oh well. Next went for lunch with Clarissa, Lester and Yin Mei. After lunch went to get my grassy and messy hair trimmed. I know its really messy but was also too busy to go have it trimmed. Due to attachment everyday is so busy. now that its trimmed it looks much neater but still long though. Later we went to eat dessert with Denis the hair dresser. The dessert was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Denis's&lt;/span&gt; treat so yeah thanks a lot. Went back to the salon after that slack a little longer before we left to go for soccer. Played soccer all the way till about 920 and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it for today. Feel really relax now. I really need a balance of both work and play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. If not life would be really boring. I want to jam so please someone plan the date time and all. I starting to suffer from withdrawal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;symptoms&lt;/span&gt;. Its like we disbanded. LOL So yeah please plan quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5170766736172767423?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5170766736172767423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-days-are-not-meant-to-last-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5170766736172767423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5170766736172767423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-days-are-not-meant-to-last-forever.html' title='Good days are not meant to last forever'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-256790483784531235</id><published>2009-03-18T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:57:13.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting on my nerve</title><content type='html'>Yes yes Clarissa your Joseph is the best okay. Too bad the Joseph that I know is such an ass. Well he is getting on my nerve again. Attachment is 830am till 5pm but that doesn't mean we should leave on the dot. Especially when there is still stuff to be done. Obviously the workshop was freaking dirty with all the metal chips all around, oil on the table, screws and nuts on tables and tools all around. What did he do to help clean? Hmmmm let me see. I swept all the metal chips on the floors to one corner,  kept all the tools, cleaned all the tables and cleaned the machine. Oh yes now I remember. He helped to use the vacuum cleaner to suck up all the metal bits I swept to one corner and left. He even had the balls to say "Bye I go already" when he could obviously see that there so many things left to keep and clean. Maybe he was blind cos there was too much metal chip stuck in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a few minor accidents. Got a few minor injuries on my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/ScDqq1ImBUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/y9S8DhGZs10/s1600-h/DSC00106edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/ScDqq1ImBUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/y9S8DhGZs10/s320/DSC00106edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314505581835715906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that there is a red patch in the circle.  I was playing with the spot welding machine. Welded a few steel rods together after that I accidentally grab the part which was just welded. 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And lets say that it has cooled a little it is still really hot. 1st accident for the day so that means there is a 2nd one. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/ScDtoT_S5WI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bZFE4xTjh_o/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/ScDtoT_S5WI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bZFE4xTjh_o/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314508837113488738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd accident for the day. The work piece slipped of my spinned and hit my thumb. Was bleeding badly at first. The yellow stuff are antiseptic lotion. And notice that below the nail area its rather red. I think sooner or later I'll probably lose a limb. Hopefully not any finger on the left hand if not i won't be able to play guitar anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-256790483784531235?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/256790483784531235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-on-my-nerve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/256790483784531235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/256790483784531235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-on-my-nerve.html' title='getting on my nerve'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/ScDqq1ImBUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/y9S8DhGZs10/s72-c/DSC00106edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-6345815012502591343</id><published>2009-03-18T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:41:56.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick to the core</title><content type='html'>I's both physically and mentally sick. I'm having a really bad flu with headache and cough. Oh man I think I'm dying from too much work. Lol Can't get to sleep cos the headache is just keeping me awake neither can i do anything else like play cos I can't concentrate playing with such pain lingering in my head. This is for the physical side. Now for the mental side. I'm sick and tired of Joseph the guy who is attached together with me. Freaking asshole. Had to bring the workpiece all the way from one lab to another and at the other lab. Had to use a trolly as the work piece was really heavy. When i reach the other lab I asked him to help me with bringing the stuff up all he said was do yourself. FUCK you man Joseph. I would not be asking for your help if it was light and easy to carry up. When the lab tech at my side was like asking me why don't you call him over to help bring over to help carry over. I was like "yeah like he would at most I have to bring it all the way there to the stairs there and he would help". You are actually worst than what I had expected. When it was pushed all the way there right to the stairs you would not even help. What is this revenge just cos i didn't want to help you with your report. Get a life man you jerk. Its your report so don't leech of mine. Don't expect me to ever help you again. You are a total pain in the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-6345815012502591343?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6345815012502591343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-to-core.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6345815012502591343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6345815012502591343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-to-core.html' title='sick to the core'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-2852433813122357273</id><published>2009-03-12T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:25:00.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again</title><content type='html'>Yes once again I'm single. Haha. Even when I'm serious about it, it somehow seems like I'm more like a player every now and then. Maybe I should become one. Since it doesn't make any difference. Really sick and tired of all this crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-2852433813122357273?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2852433813122357273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2852433813122357273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/2852433813122357273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-again.html' title='once again'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7061676356366886397</id><published>2009-03-11T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:26:32.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we go from here?</title><content type='html'>Feeling really frustrated right now. Due to a few things on my mind. Firstly I'm starting to get really sick and tired of attachment. Everyday is so boring and i have to come up with crap to my supervisors telling them things i learn and stuff. This is totally nonsense. I'm really tired of this. Next is that everyone is so busy with their own stuff that we hardly have much fun time together either. We are so occupied with things to do. But nothing is more frustrating compared what I'm about to tell you. Its about me and Candice. Yeah, as you all know my father found out that she is older than me and he is really piss with me and want me to break up with her. I'm still want to be with her. I'm not afraid to continue being with her but somehow i just get the feeling that she can't take the pressure.  We just got together not long either so I'm really afraid that our relationship will be able to take the pressure. I really don't want to give this up. It will take both of us to really work together to stay together but if she can't take it and chooses to give up there isn't much that i can do either. Like the saying goes "It takes two hands to clap." I won't be able to do this on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7061676356366886397?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7061676356366886397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-we-go-from-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7061676356366886397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7061676356366886397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-we-go-from-here.html' title='Where do we go from here?'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7820707374036676872</id><published>2009-03-10T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T03:23:43.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow wow</title><content type='html'>Wow my father found out that I'm no longer a V good boy. Just because I'm seeing a girl who is much older than me. He was like blah blah blah blah. First you brought back that girl who quit school now this girl who is older than you. Can't you just be normal? Yes I'm normal. You are the one who is not normal enough to be open about stuff. Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7820707374036676872?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7820707374036676872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7820707374036676872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7820707374036676872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-wow.html' title='wow wow'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-921483466761086623</id><published>2009-03-05T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:50:52.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The effects of working</title><content type='html'>What are the effects of working? Hmmm 12hrs of sleep everyday. Every single day I would come home from school take a shower and go to bed all the way till 10plus. Wake up and get something to eat and I'm back to sleeping all the way till the next morning. And what if i dont get my 12 hours of sleep? I will start to yawn a lot and my eyes will slowly turn red. That was a result of what happen when I went out with Candice yesterday. Although I was really tired I really enjoyed spending my time with her. We didn't really do much one reason being that I was really tired. I'm really sorry if you were bored. Really glad that I've moved on from someone one else. Thinking back at what happened I really wondered why I held on so tight. I do not lose anything at all. Was also really touched as Candice had baked muffins for me. It is the very first time that anyone has ever baked anything for me. Yeah so thanks a lot I really love it. And some good friend of mine seem so busy with guys that she has totally forgotten about me. Really depress from it. Haha Okay, I really got to go get my 12 hours of sleep before its to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Andee and Lester if possible sunday we meet up do the blog skin ok ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-921483466761086623?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/921483466761086623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/effects-of-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/921483466761086623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/921483466761086623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/effects-of-working.html' title='The effects of working'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-3334887482081597958</id><published>2009-03-04T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:30:23.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YH581y-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/y3evEER5kRw/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YH581y-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/y3evEER5kRw/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308996428578016226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YII-K0YI/AAAAAAAAAU8/a41JLn9Soc8/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YII-K0YI/AAAAAAAAAU8/a41JLn9Soc8/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308996432610120066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YIX9BsuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wu5OR2g7y9g/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YIX9BsuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wu5OR2g7y9g/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308996436631859938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YGzQgCAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UVAdUj6ah10/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YGzQgCAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UVAdUj6ah10/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308996409601558530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YHVAa8FI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yLcCX5xQ-SQ/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YHVAa8FI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yLcCX5xQ-SQ/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308996418660921426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm looks yummy right? Probably why Eugene seems to enjoy himself eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XOAFsRNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H5FgbBG80aI/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XOAFsRNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H5FgbBG80aI/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308995433793340626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XNnUuHiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MYITE3ahn88/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XNnUuHiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MYITE3ahn88/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308995427145489954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XNTG3OaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kcFLRtBAHV0/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XNTG3OaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kcFLRtBAHV0/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308995421718657442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XNH2LF4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/pOslAqRS7Q8/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XNH2LF4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/pOslAqRS7Q8/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308995418695866242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XNMCu15I/AAAAAAAAAT8/cT_rs3L7fSo/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1XNMCu15I/AAAAAAAAAT8/cT_rs3L7fSo/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308995419822282642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WqXLzsNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wmnCmafLpQc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WqXLzsNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wmnCmafLpQc/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308994821517717714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WqNemAQI/AAAAAAAAATs/amllk1xzgYc/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WqNemAQI/AAAAAAAAATs/amllk1xzgYc/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308994818912157954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WpoxSi6I/AAAAAAAAATk/v0FBf85x1Eg/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WpoxSi6I/AAAAAAAAATk/v0FBf85x1Eg/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308994809058462626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WpcipUtI/AAAAAAAAATc/izIwnuRlahM/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WpcipUtI/AAAAAAAAATc/izIwnuRlahM/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308994805775815378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WpOQrEpI/AAAAAAAAATU/XM7NbRpdwog/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1WpOQrEpI/AAAAAAAAATU/XM7NbRpdwog/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308994801942336146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've got all the photos from some very nice girl. Although it has been like 1 week since my birthday, these photos bring back wonderful memories. Sadly life isn't all about fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a serious note in life. My attachment has began and its really boring and tiring. What is worst you asked? To be attached with the pain in the ass of my class. He thinks he bloody smart doing everything his way. Without much planning start working on the work piece. Who the hell do you think you are? A engineering graduate from MIT? Even they need to think and plan. You want to screw you life up its alright with me but please don't mess mine up. This project is a group work. So please don't ruin my life you jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment has really been very tiring. Sleeping everyday once I get home from attachment. I'm really not cut out for working. Haha Clarissa I'm different from you I can't work. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3334887482081597958?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3334887482081597958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3334887482081597958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3334887482081597958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sa1YH581y-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/y3evEER5kRw/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-3975371135422313110</id><published>2009-03-02T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:00:18.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shall not delay any longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5cFf1wjI/AAAAAAAAARc/Ow6KI6CSaDc/s1600-h/P1070599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5cFf1wjI/AAAAAAAAARc/Ow6KI6CSaDc/s320/P1070599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308540477949461042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7FmQqTvI/AAAAAAAAATE/8WmX78Xn548/s1600-h/P1070589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7FmQqTvI/AAAAAAAAATE/8WmX78Xn548/s320/P1070589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308542290630430450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7F1HkiJI/AAAAAAAAATM/dw-ZV4I2Z9E/s1600-h/P1070619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7F1HkiJI/AAAAAAAAATM/dw-ZV4I2Z9E/s320/P1070619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308542294618835090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7FvWlAGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QdPppP6XnGw/s1600-h/P1070598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7FvWlAGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QdPppP6XnGw/s320/P1070598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308542293071167586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7FetTWkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Z84yklwMhPI/s1600-h/P1070596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7FetTWkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Z84yklwMhPI/s320/P1070596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308542288603077186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7FAIH15I/AAAAAAAAASs/n7IexT9oZvM/s1600-h/P1070595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau7FAIH15I/AAAAAAAAASs/n7IexT9oZvM/s320/P1070595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308542280394069906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6Vn-wsLI/AAAAAAAAASE/5Et0y8uz09c/s1600-h/P1070584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6Vn-wsLI/AAAAAAAAASE/5Et0y8uz09c/s320/P1070584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308541466458501298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6Wgsv5NI/AAAAAAAAASk/0ReLiQjnmTk/s1600-h/P1070588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6Wgsv5NI/AAAAAAAAASk/0ReLiQjnmTk/s320/P1070588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308541481683772626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6WayG0iI/AAAAAAAAASc/TaYtXkNKfgM/s1600-h/P1070587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6WayG0iI/AAAAAAAAASc/TaYtXkNKfgM/s320/P1070587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308541480095633954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6V1zrTVI/AAAAAAAAASU/rf5D0Hnsyk4/s1600-h/P1070586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6V1zrTVI/AAAAAAAAASU/rf5D0Hnsyk4/s320/P1070586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308541470170107218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6VgYDYXI/AAAAAAAAASM/KvEGKkgCAQk/s1600-h/P1070585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau6VgYDYXI/AAAAAAAAASM/KvEGKkgCAQk/s320/P1070585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308541464417100146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5dGu5eLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2WBCwBxWdug/s1600-h/P1070583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5dGu5eLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2WBCwBxWdug/s320/P1070583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308540495460923570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5c1_ir6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/50QwxSwLtkc/s1600-h/P1070582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5c1_ir6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/50QwxSwLtkc/s320/P1070582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308540490967330722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5cj5sVeI/AAAAAAAAARs/GslIv9DNHqI/s1600-h/P1070575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5cj5sVeI/AAAAAAAAARs/GslIv9DNHqI/s320/P1070575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308540486110959074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5cT4oa7I/AAAAAAAAARk/6XgMZAZg8WY/s1600-h/P1070574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5cT4oa7I/AAAAAAAAARk/6XgMZAZg8WY/s320/P1070574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308540481811540914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone who came for my birthday. Andee, Leon, Nigel Lim and Nigel yap, Lester, Clarissa, Elaine, Dominic Lim and Dominic Teo, Sean, Gibson, Eugene, Matthew, Choon Yeong, Yi Shan and Diana. Extra thanks to those who helped in planning it. I think Lester was the only one who planned it though ... haha It was one of the best birthday ever. I didn't upload some photo as i felt that it isn't as nice as those uploaded. There are still some photos which i would like to upload but somehow they are with this irritating girl who doesn't want to send it to me. Haha Thanks alot Clarissa for the ice cream i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-3975371135422313110?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3975371135422313110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/shall-not-delay-any-longer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3975371135422313110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/3975371135422313110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/shall-not-delay-any-longer.html' title='shall not delay any longer'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/Sau5cFf1wjI/AAAAAAAAARc/Ow6KI6CSaDc/s72-c/P1070599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-7229741205840300976</id><published>2009-02-28T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:44:32.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>Hey sorry guys. I won't be blogging till 2 nice person pass me all the photo for the birthday. I don't to post the pictures and about what happened on 2 separate post yeah so just hang in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7229741205840300976?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7229741205840300976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7229741205840300976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7229741205840300976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-97396632122339612</id><published>2009-02-26T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:35:11.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you my school.</title><content type='html'>LOL. Its finally 26th of February again. My birthday. Right now I'm not really excited about my birthday. I more of excited that my exams are going to over in just about 7hrs. I'm so excited about it that I can't sleep. Once my exams are over it means that I'm free. I'll be able to have more time to relax and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday all I wish for is that the I will be able to achieve my dreams of becoming a pilot next time. I know it still rather far but there is no harm in it. I know last time when I was still so in love with Yoshiko, I already had already plan my wish for today. I had planned to wish that we could get back together. I'm glad that I didn't wish for that today cos it would really be a waste. Considering the way she is and stuff it would really be a waste to wish that we could get back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I've moved on. Maybe in the past she was worth it but now not a single bit. There are other people that are more worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-97396632122339612?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/97396632122339612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-my-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/97396632122339612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/97396632122339612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-my-school.html' title='I love you my school.'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-6256858360583347916</id><published>2009-02-25T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:52:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lesson to life</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons with Candice. It was a show full of meaning and emotions. Although the never likely to ever occur in real life but still there are many lesson that we could related to our lives. It is a movie that I would strongly recommend. Other than the length of the movie, it is definitely a worth watching. After watching this movie, it makes me think about my life. A movie filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world we are meant to lose everything that we love. It part of life. There are many ways in which we could lose them. We could lose them to it might not have to be through breakups. Death could be another reason. How else would we know that we love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in life nothing last. Sad facts to life. But it is this fact that helps us to truly appreciate and savor the times we have with a certain person we love or care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all borned differently but it is what makes us special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were borned with different purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just so many lesson and facts of life being portrayed in this movie. I would give it a rating of 4.5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-6256858360583347916?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6256858360583347916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-lesson-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6256858360583347916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/6256858360583347916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-lesson-to-life.html' title='Another lesson to life'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-1925288859185479567</id><published>2009-02-22T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:07:02.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple things in life</title><content type='html'>Simple things in life are just so wonderful. They can bring a smile to our faces. Simple pleasure for a simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are born alone and we will die alone too but in between we will find a very special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes depicted from the movie Sweet Tapioca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Porridge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-1925288859185479567?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1925288859185479567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-things-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1925288859185479567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/1925288859185479567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-things-in-life.html' title='Simple things in life'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-5634762930827006669</id><published>2009-02-22T03:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:31:53.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't she a beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SaBavBFYbKI/AAAAAAAAARU/ovG1oOkx1Ew/s1600-h/Prophecy+EM-2+Custom+FX+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SaBavBFYbKI/AAAAAAAAARU/ovG1oOkx1Ew/s320/Prophecy+EM-2+Custom+FX+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305340124833803426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SaBavMHGxTI/AAAAAAAAARM/iz_wR7g-LUk/s1600-h/Prophecy+EM-2+Custom+FX+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SaBavMHGxTI/AAAAAAAAARM/iz_wR7g-LUk/s320/Prophecy+EM-2+Custom+FX+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305340127793825074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a beauty. She is the Prophecy EM-2 Custom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="smallText"&gt;[E09-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EEM&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MEBF&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Epiphone&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could just own her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; She is just 813.20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SGD&lt;/span&gt;, selling at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SweeLee&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how I'm gonna get enough to buy her. I will try my best to raise another 200-300 hopefully by the end of my attachment with the money from attachment plus the money i raised if should be enough to pay for it. And that is if by then they still have stock for it. I know i should be sleeping by now as I really need the energy to study tomorrow for Monday's paper but I just can't stop thinking of the guitar and how I'm gonna raise the funds. I think I'm going to sell my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;psp&lt;/span&gt; away if i can find a buyer that is. After which I've got no ideas left. Maybe I might just go sell my ass. Just joking I'm not that kind of person. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;813&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SGD&lt;/span&gt;. Assuming I get paid 400 per month for attachment. Attachment is 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt; plus that means I should be able to get roughly about 500-700. The remainder I think I would try save up from my pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys might be thinking that I'm really crazy to want this guitar. Firstly cos I'm not a very good guitarist. Therefore I don't need such a good guitar. But I really want this very badly. I don't think I need to be a very good guitarist just because I want to own a guitar that I really love. Can't wait hopefully by then there would be a sales too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures from Gibson web)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-5634762930827006669?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5634762930827006669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/isnt-she-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5634762930827006669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/5634762930827006669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/isnt-she-beauty.html' title='Isn&apos;t she a beauty.'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EyBXe-qHxH4/SaBavBFYbKI/AAAAAAAAARU/ovG1oOkx1Ew/s72-c/Prophecy+EM-2+Custom+FX+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336829670503366309.post-7054199561754471859</id><published>2009-02-22T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:58:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Inspiration is the key to every new idea. And yes an inspiration for a new blog skin just struck. Andee, Lester and me are going come out with a blog skin really soon. That also means that we will be using around the same template just that the header logo would be different. We have the concept going already so right now all we have to do is to put those ideas into our final product. So do stay tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7054199561754471859?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7054199561754471859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7054199561754471859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7054199561754471859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7577815224272018044</id><published>2009-02-20T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:17:12.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted</title><content type='html'>It really disgusts me the way you are right now. You get all work up when I hang out with Clarissa saying its because you care a lot. Yeah right you do care a lot. Please say that a million time to make me believe you. If you really cared I doubt you will hurt me the way you've hurt me. If you say Clarissa is bad let me tell you this I think that you're worst. So what if she has really done really bad things in the past. Yeah so what. All that I know now is that she is a very nice friend to me. I guess you and your gang are all one kind hypocrites. All of you are hypocrites. You know when you guys said Clarissa was a hypocrite I started to back off from her. I thought that you had really cared. I was so so wrong.  The true hypocrites I believe is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wenny&lt;/span&gt;, Pamela and you. I'm leaving Mimi out of this cos I know that she has not done anything against me that I know of. Come to think of it why do you even bother if I was lying when I told you I love you. You don't even love me so why do you have to act like you care. I may have done many things that have hurt you but none to deserve what you have done to me. I really don't know why am I still loving you so much even all this shit you've put me through. I finally thought it through. I don't think you deserve a guy like me. Not that I think very highly of myself but its that i think lowly of you. I may have made my mistakes but I try to make amendments for everything. I even tried to be a better person. So isn't that enough? Called Lester and me fucking liars. I kept quiet to that but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about it. The one who is a liar is you. When mentioned about you having a new boyfriend you denied. So now that the truth is out what are going to lie about this time. The fact is that you lied. So what did I lie about tell me what did I lie to you about? That fact that I still love you? You are the one who lied and you still dare to call Lester and me a liars. Not only that, you even called added the word fucking in front. Please get your facts right before you accuse me of lying. I could sue you for slandering you know that. Please do say that I don't have the money. I have friends and even second degree friends who are lawyers. I may not have the money to pay them now but once the case is over it would most lightly cover the cost and all. I may not seem to have taken any grudge but this grudge of mine will be with me forever till the day I get an apology from you and your hypocrite gang. And Pamela I thought that you were a nice person at first. Your true colour has finally outshine you thick make up of hypocrisy powdered on your life of lies. You are just so disgusting. And Joe you even got the guts to call yourself a Christian. I could list all the stuff that you've done to disobey God. I know you would say that I'm not better but at least I know I'm repentant for all my sins. To every successful person there is a form of motivation that gives them the drive to excel above the rest. Thanks to you, I now fuel on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt; that i have for you and all your low life disgusting friends. I'm not going to let myself lose to people like all of you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wenny&lt;/span&gt; so what if you got all the money. I know you wont be as capable as your mom. Pam being brought up from a pretty well of family you are sure a disappointment. I'm not a single bit jealous that you have a new boyfriend now but instead after thinking through I'm utterly disgusted for even knowing you and loving you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all I've got to say I hope one day when you look yourself in the mirror you will come to see the monster that you've come to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7577815224272018044?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7577815224272018044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/disgusted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7577815224272018044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7577815224272018044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-584526996963210426</id><published>2009-02-20T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:15:15.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man!</title><content type='html'>My very first paper for the exams is in 7hrs. Oh mine. I really don't know if I should go to sleep or not. I'm afraid if I don't I can't think properly. If I sleep I'm afraid I can't wake up. Oh mine oh mine what am I to do. Hopefully if I do fall asleep hope any kind soul who sees this will give me a wake up call at 5am. At least I manage to learn what I was suppose to learn in half a sem in just one day. So amazing. I should be able to do rather well for the paper. All the best to all those who are taking exams too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-584526996963210426?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/584526996963210426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/584526996963210426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/584526996963210426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-man.html' title='Oh Man!'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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-5336829670503366309.post-7032161163350503798</id><published>2009-02-18T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:27:28.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken promise</title><content type='html'>I still to remember 1 thing that I once told you. I told you that if I said anything out of anger and wanted to leave you please slap me cos I don't mean it. Those were the last few words I had for you. I whispered into your ears asking you never to leave me ever again and you promise you will never. We are human and nothing is perfect not even the life that we live. That is why we have things we are sometimes unhappy about. Yes I know the means in which I expressed my dismay was a little to harsh but I never regretted letting you know. I guess it was just too much for our relationship to handle. So about a week later we just broke up. I never intended to break up with you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise made so sincerely broken in just seconds. I made a promise to treat you better and that was what I did but I that doesn't stop me from expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for showing me reality. And reality tells me that I should let you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336829670503366309-7032161163350503798?l=thatsdalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7032161163350503798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7032161163350503798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336829670503366309/posts/default/7032161163350503798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsdalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-promise.html' title='Broken promise'/><author><name>Dalton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14843541537120006721</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>
