<?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-5802833730898486797</id><updated>2011-09-01T11:26:21.610-07:00</updated><category term='Depression'/><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='Edward Cullen'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='Comeback'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Law Abiding Citizen'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Zanardy Teorista'/><category term='Aris Bundchen'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='Rap'/><category term='Psycho'/><category term='18th'/><category term='Final Fantasy XIII'/><category term='Evonne Teo'/><category term='College'/><category term='Trends'/><category term='Return'/><category term='Addiction'/><category term='Media Appreciation'/><category term='Pinnocchio'/><category term='Quinn Fabray'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Long hours'/><category term='Recent'/><category term='Music'/><category term='The Crow'/><category term='Tumblr'/><category term='Kelisa'/><category term='Social Psychology'/><category term='The World'/><category term='iTunes'/><category term='26.11.09'/><category term='Mothers'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Eclipse'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='DIanna Agron'/><category term='Confusion'/><category term='Yahoo widgets'/><category term='Shadow'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Gemma Arterton'/><category term='Mall'/><category term='The Dark Knight'/><title type='text'>The Diary of a Madman</title><subtitle type='html'>My shared diary...what more is there to say?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2882609934338874852</id><published>2010-07-26T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T08:13:27.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy for the Depressed Soul</title><content type='html'>Second week in Melbourne and I still miss home. It still hurts to remember what I left behind as it hurts to imagine what life would be like if I never left. But whether I like it or not, I'm stuck here in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's not all that bad. Food's better, shopping's better, electronics are somewhat cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy I met here, Malaysian Chinese named Henry asked me...well...this is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So how do you like Melbourne?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not bad I guess. Still a bit homesick though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;H: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really? But here there's no one to nag you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when it hit me. Maybe I miss being nagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking outside at 6 in the evening while the sun is still up.&lt;br /&gt;I miss driving to e@Curve to buy a new game.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing FIFA 10's Manager Mode and yelling at the TV when I miss a goal.&lt;br /&gt;I miss rolling my eyes when my older brother watches Ben 10.&lt;br /&gt;I miss complaining to myself when my maid makes rice for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I miss connecting my laptop to the HD TV and watching HD YouTube videos.&lt;br /&gt;I miss stable internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;I miss calling my best friend in the middle of the night to talk about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bed and how comfortable it was.&lt;br /&gt;I miss falling asleep on my carpet.&lt;br /&gt;I miss waiting for the water to heat up before I take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to McD late in the night for supper with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I miss yelling random Arnold Schwarzenegger quotes with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to Starbucks at Centrepoint almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;I miss singing along to music in the car as my brother drives us around.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the long queue at GSC.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Little J and Marshall and our OS2 failed attempts.&lt;br /&gt;I miss calling my brother to ask him what time he's coming over.&lt;br /&gt;I miss calling the guard to inform them that my brother is coming over.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting with my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;I miss dropping off my older brother's laundry at his place at 10 on a Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the lousy and cheesy ads on Astro.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Sony PlayStation 3 80GB.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my New Moon poster.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Batman poster.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleeping in everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my graphic novel collection.&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking up at my shelf and seeing all the memorabilia that I've collected.&lt;br /&gt;I miss coming home to a clean room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss coming home to an uncleaned room and complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching repeats on Star Movies and HBO.&lt;br /&gt;I miss when they censor the word 'Ass' on TV.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being in the middle of a conversation and getting cut off and cursing Maxis.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to a 7 Eleven and buying 2 bottles of Red Tea, 2 bottles of Green Tea, and 4 cans of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going back and forth with my brother or best friend about what to have for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing a KOI post and getting a call regarding it 20 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the ungodly humid heat that only Malaysia can offer.&lt;br /&gt;I miss...I miss home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2882609934338874852?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2882609934338874852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2882609934338874852' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2882609934338874852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2882609934338874852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/07/therapy-for-depressed-soul.html' title='Therapy for the Depressed Soul'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-8113851241493505390</id><published>2010-07-18T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:55:21.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><title type='text'>This is Home</title><content type='html'>After 6 months of doing utterly nothing and talking to just about everybody I know about it. I'm finally here in Melbourne, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit when I was at the LCCT back home about to pass the security gate, I looked back at my father and brother waving goodbye, it almost brought a tear to my eye (but there were people around so I had to restrain myself). But I guess it was mostly because I was having a major flashback from that security gate until we took off. Because at one moment, I was checking in and laughing and irritating my brother with a line from Inception (awesome movie) and the next I'm waving at my dad and brother as I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the only time it hit me the hardest was when I was with Aris in the hotel room. He was being a pain as usual, and I was trying to counter his unwavering irritance. So I played the 'Round and Round' music video from my laptop but because it was 1080 HD, my laptop had a little trouble playing smoothly. Then, I said to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't worry, when I get home I'll play this on my HD-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I just stopped and I realized that my home is now here in Melbourne and not in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I went to sleep that night I was thinking of all the stuff I won't be doing. Like no more going out to 1 Utama and The Curve. No more playing FIFA 10 while my brother listens to me yell at the TV. No more going to Starbucks in Centrepoint just before midnight. The thought of all that kept me up and I really couldn't sleep. For God's sake, I slept at like 3am and woke up at 6.45am (1am - 4.45am, Malaysian time). Obviously I was earliest to wake up. So stepped out to the balcony and looked over the city and I kept repeating to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"This is Home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-8113851241493505390?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/8113851241493505390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=8113851241493505390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8113851241493505390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8113851241493505390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-home.html' title='This is Home'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7005954112926839432</id><published>2010-06-28T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:16:31.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was in the A-Team, a plan would never come together...</title><content type='html'>A day almost a year in the making...foiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm so ticked off at myself right now! The one week I finally get Little J and Marshall together, free for the long anticipated Operation Stayover II, I screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that Jun-Elle is going to Amsterdam and I'm leaving in 18 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my Grandpa wasn't already upset with me, I may have been able to ditch that party (which, let's face it, I'm being forced to go to). I don't sing and I don't get along with relatives I don't even know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief run through on what could have happened and what is going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was supposed to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go to dinner with Little J and Marshall at 7, we go for dinner and maybe a movie. Then go back to my place. We chill, talk, and laugh for a few minutes and fire up Guitar Hero. Then, when we get bored, we watch TV or better yet, a DVD box set. Then I'd tweet about how awesome the night is going and Marshall would be using is DSLR and firing everywhere. The next morning, they go home and I'll say to myself, "I love it when a plan comes together." and go into my Grandpas party full of vigor and happiness that the week has gone super awesome. Then go home and tell the brother about how awesome the week has been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is going to happen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get a text from Little J saying she can't make it on Wednesday, I go to my grandpa's birthday with the thought of my screw in the back of my head. Obviously, unhappy. I sit there in that dark room with listening to my step grandma and my grandpa and some other guests sing to some ungodly old Malay tunes. I hang with my cousins and uncle and then my uncle goes to sing and I complain to my cousins about what was supposed to happen. They sympathize with me. I go home and spend a night of supposed awesomeness alone and scrambling to re-plan OS2. Next morning I text Little J and she says she's free next week and then I text Marshall and he says he can't make it. I get further pissed and grumble to my brother about what was supposed to happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me the drama king but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE IT WHEN A PLAN FALLS APART!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-7005954112926839432?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7005954112926839432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7005954112926839432' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7005954112926839432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7005954112926839432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-was-in-a-team-plan-would-never.html' title='If I was in the A-Team, a plan would never come together...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-9080166553750169085</id><published>2010-05-30T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:35:40.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemma Arterton'/><title type='text'>Get Ready to Get Even</title><content type='html'>4 weeks. I can't believe in about 4 weeks, I'm going to live in another country. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not gonna think about. Not yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everyday that passes, I find myself having less and less to do. Usually I find things do look forward to for everyday of the week. Though generally it's the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays in particular are awesome for television viewing simply because of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nerdgirltalking.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/leverage1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://nerdgirltalking.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/leverage1.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I simply love this show. I know it's odd. But I love this concept of getting even and how organized they are. Each character brings their unique spin on everything and also have their own skills in which they specialize. I remember the first time I caught this show I was actually channel surfing and this was on. Been watching since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But hey there are other shows I watch like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GLEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. But then I realized I only liked those shows because of eye candy (&lt;b&gt;DIANNA AGRON&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GLEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; and &lt;b&gt;JESSICA STROUP&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;90210&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;). Well&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;OK I liked Glee eventually because Sue Sylvester is my television mentor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But hey I'm also a fan of the classics. Think back to the time before &lt;b&gt;The Twilight Saga &lt;/b&gt;influenced television and vampire perceptions (&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;TRUE BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;). There was of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharetv.org/images/angel-show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sharetv.org/images/angel-show.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/1/13839/03_2008/buffy%20pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/1/13839/03_2008/buffy%20pic.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah I'm a fan of classic vamps. You know the type that actually gets burned in sunlight? Stake to the heart? Drinks blood? No? Well then you're perception of a vampire is that of a fairy in Forks, Washington.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I loved the story of ANGEL in a sense where he was a vampire with a soul and I'm a sucker for a story with a brooding hero. As for Buffy, I like how she's trying to be a normal girl in a not-so-normal world with a not-so normal destiny and let's face it...I'M A SUCKER FOR &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;BLONDES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;who wear black and kick ass...or I'll settle for freaky interior decor designs and plays the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;While we're on the subject of people who lived for centuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'd like to go back to the Old West...specifically to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/bigboxshots/3/957923_119990_front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/bigboxshots/3/957923_119990_front.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just finished this game and it is FREAKING AWESOME. I paid RM 210 for it and it was worth every cent. The story is long and the script is compelling, the details in the graphics are spot on, and everything makes you feel like you're in the Old West. What more can you ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of video games, I watched...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videogamesblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/prince-of-persia-movie-tamina-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.videogamesblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/prince-of-persia-movie-tamina-poster.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The movie wasn't too bad. I found the movie entertaining and it was cool to see the Prince actually do some of the moves he does in the game. However, I found myself looking at it as more of an Assassin's Creed movie instead in terms of the stunts. The script was funny when the situations were dire which watered down the importance of the situation. But it made up for it's flaws with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GEMMA ARTERTON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/60/prince_of_persia_the_sands_of_time_033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/60/prince_of_persia_the_sands_of_time_033.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Half the time the movie was playing, I was only paying attention to her and not the dialogue. Seriously, her character alone is worth the watch. I call her a driving hazard because every time I drive pass the Prince of Persia movie billboard, I look at her and not the bloody Johor drivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well that's a wrap I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5802833730898486797-9080166553750169085?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/9080166553750169085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=9080166553750169085' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/9080166553750169085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/9080166553750169085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-ready-to-get-even.html' title='Get Ready to Get Even'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-8398890020949620718</id><published>2010-04-26T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:14:39.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><title type='text'>Melbourne: You're damned if you do, you're damned if you don't</title><content type='html'>I wonder why I feel so stuck nowadays. Probably because I'm not doing anything. Hard to believe in 2 months I'll be facing a completely new reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No maids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dart board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;January&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;February&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;March&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;April&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a little overwhelming to think about it. But here's something a little more overwhelming. Chances are that I may not go. RMIT still hasn't gotten back to me about my acceptance. Now I'm in a little panic mode. It's like they never accepted me but don't have the courtesy to tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they have accepted me and it is confirmed that I'm going then the mere thought of it is somewhat...frightening. Like there'll be no more weekend visits from my brother and here's the kicker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ain't coming back next February. Which means I'll be away for at least 9 months I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the whole leaving everything behind situation. All my friends, my home, my family. This is starting to feel like the end of an era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is going to be in Switzerland for 3 years starting June. I'm going to be away for 3 years starting July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and what if Aris doesn't go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan after all was the two of us are supposed to go together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he hasn't handed in his grades to AusEd, what if he doesn't go? Am I supposed to go alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny because at first I was supposed to go to Adelaide with Omer. Then I was supposed to go to Melbourne with Omer in February. Now I'm supposed to go with Aris in July. But what if he can't make it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this time I knew I was leaving but I at least had the comfort of knowing I would be going with someone I could trust. But the game has changed and I have to consider the possibility that I may going alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and if I don't end up going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I see it as a whole year wasted. Which is something I'm trying to avoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how my mom looks so unconcerned. She's leaving in about just over a month and she just looks cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, May is going to be the big deciding month. If nothing is sorted by the end of May then it looks like I'll be staying here. One way or another, May will answer everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-8398890020949620718?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/8398890020949620718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=8398890020949620718' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8398890020949620718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8398890020949620718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/04/melbourne-youre-damned-if-you-do-youre.html' title='Melbourne: You&apos;re damned if you do, you&apos;re damned if you don&apos;t'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-5050200991804989222</id><published>2010-04-14T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:41:03.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Crow'/><title type='text'>Let God's Love be With You</title><content type='html'>...and you'll never see that title on my blog till I'm a born again Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just another boring sleepy week. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is my car coming!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Kedah JPJ guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed I have a knack for being depressed from out of nowhere. Like an addiction to depression. I just sit in my room alone and without a sound I'll just feel depressed. This used to help a lot with my &lt;a href="http://zanardyteorista.tumblr.com/"&gt;KOI writings&lt;/a&gt;. But now that everything is wonderful in the KOI Universe. I have no use for this depressive nature of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all started with 'The Crow'. I've made it no secret that 'The Crow' is my favorite movie of all-time. Considering I haven't watched the whole Lord of The Rings or Matrix trilogies or The Shawshank Redemption, I'd say my movie savvy ain't as good as most people (I even thought Edward Scissorhand was mentally disturbing). Anyway, The Crow is a pretty sad movie based on the comic where the main character cuts himself out of depression but he's an undead so it heals up pretty fast. With that said, I guess it's no wonder why I'm often moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I recently made a playlist on my iTunes entitled 'Sleep Tunes' which encompasses the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No More Wishing - Hayley Taylor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forever and Always (Piano Version) - Taylor Swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In The Sun - Joseph Arthur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candles - Hey Monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lucy - Skillet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fireflies - Owl City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invisible Man - 98 Degrees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unraveling - Julianne Hough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All We Ever Do is Say Goodbye - John Mayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends, Lovers, or Nothing - John Mayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessions (Part II) - Usher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burn - Usher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you haven't guessed it, Sleep Tunes is a playlist which helps me sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take out Owl City and every song in there is bound to make someone depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tear before sleeping as well. Every night, after half an hour I shed a single tear or more even if I'm happy. So I Googled 'Tears in Sleep' and found a poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man I should really see someone about this issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Before you start judging my music taste, Usher in 2004 was good. Invisible Man is meaningful in the lyrics department and Julianne Hough...is well...er...boring...so she helps me sleep. She was good once but then she sounded way to much like Miley Cyrus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-5050200991804989222?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/5050200991804989222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=5050200991804989222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5050200991804989222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5050200991804989222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-gods-love-be-with-you.html' title='Let God&apos;s Love be With You'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-5117523896826401076</id><published>2010-04-03T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:23:30.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Been the Happiest Camper</title><content type='html'>The viper mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose is what you can call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut myself from people. I work alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that but sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I forget how to react to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week I realized this more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once have I refused to go out with my best friend if I could help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, I've become a solitary creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a viper, I'm hostile to those who come close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that person deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a social person with boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I acted hostile recently, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in my own prison. Just waiting for my parole to come by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-5117523896826401076?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/5117523896826401076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=5117523896826401076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5117523896826401076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5117523896826401076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-been-happiest-camper.html' title='Not Been the Happiest Camper'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7784164104656872920</id><published>2010-04-03T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:17:16.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not many people...</title><content type='html'>...are too happy with my last blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about my couple friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I would like to take this time to be a diplomatic ass and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget sometimes that people read what I write sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-7784164104656872920?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7784164104656872920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7784164104656872920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7784164104656872920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7784164104656872920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-many-people.html' title='Not many people...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-4398998515876183265</id><published>2010-04-01T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:50:45.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Your Future Fade</title><content type='html'>*Yawn* It's Thursday, April 1st. Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice hear people moving into relationships in their lives...NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny isn't it? I always say "How come you never told me?" but now I know why. Not that fun when you hang out with couples. In fact, it can be quite annoying. Like for example, I went for a movie with a close friend of mine and her boyfriend. Unfortunately, we sat at the 3 chairs on the side at GSC. They were leaning on each other holding hands and obstructing my view of the screen. Ugh. I remember storming out of the cinema after that leaving the cinema as quick as I could. But maybe it was the circumstances surrounding the ordeal that made me sick to my stomach. But that's a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe it's because I've been spending to much time in the KOI Universe that I'm suffering reality withdrawals. I like the KOI Universe, makes me feel better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, the worst feeling I guess is when you spend months thinking about a girl and she&amp;nbsp;inadvertently shoots you down and then announces she has a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be a band or an athlete or in someways better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say? I remember what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Congratulations! Who's the lucky guy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really wanted to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OK well, you have fun with that, we aren't going to be as friendly as we used to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which is kind of true I mean, why would I waste my time talking to someone who is ignorant to the fact that she shot me down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK fine so maybe I'm a little unfair. But I've noticed that when a friend, regardless of guy or girl says "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm in a relationship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;", I tend to push that person away for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's like when we were both single it was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's up my brother? Wanna hang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah sure bro, just let me know where and when!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that one of us is in a relationship it's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's up my brother? Wanna hang?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Busy. (Even when I'm not)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm like &lt;b&gt;Ted&lt;/b&gt; from &lt;b&gt;How I Met Your Mother &lt;/b&gt;in that sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The couple complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I may feel differently when I enter a relationship. But right now, it's kind of the way I roll. Sometimes, I feel when you're announcing that piece of information to me it's like saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm better than you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no time for you now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be bringing my boyfriend/girlfriend when we hang out and act all lovey dovey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the absolute worst is one is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had our first kiss yesterday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What can make you possibly believe that I care about that? I don't even expect my best friend or even my brother to tell me about it. I don't care if we're homies. Keep that piece of information to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No you know what the absolute WORST one is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had sex for the first time yesterday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean did I even ask? How do I respond to that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How was it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Details man!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's talk positions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Protection?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What song was playing when you guys did it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you kidding me? What do you want me to do? Give you a high five? For all I know you stuck your finger up her ass or something. Ugh. Awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a bad habit, but you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To those of my friends who are in a relationship, I hope you have a long and prosperous relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But for the love of all things holy. Don't write "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're amazing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" on your status updates! We have wall-to-wall for a reason and even that can be draining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's an idea, send a text! Be in love on your own time! Some of us feel&amp;nbsp;nauseous&amp;nbsp;with the "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wuv you baby!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" and the "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I mish you sho much!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get married! Then you'll be eternally together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now put that in your pipe and smoke it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-4398998515876183265?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/4398998515876183265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=4398998515876183265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4398998515876183265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4398998515876183265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/04/watch-your-future-fade.html' title='Watch Your Future Fade'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2689276804547214779</id><published>2010-03-22T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:40:34.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is REAL PARALLEL SYNCHRONIZED RANDOMNESS</title><content type='html'>Zanardy: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Some person: What's what?&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: That.&lt;br /&gt;Some person: What?&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: That thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Some person: What thingy?&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: Oh that's your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no idea what I'm talking about. Hee hee. I'm just messing with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: Hey dude, what's IDK?&lt;br /&gt;Some person: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: Ugh nevermind I'll ask someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because I'm Zanardy Teorista and I approve this message&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day, to be perfect. Hee hee hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa big ass monster in front of me man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZANARDY&lt;/b&gt;: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you imagine if vegetarians had a country? They'd call it Vegetaria!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARIS&lt;/b&gt;: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right why don't they just call it Greenland?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my heart on my sleeve once, the stitching was a little patchy so I sold it on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look a shooting star! Nope that's just Clint Eastwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In other news, the LaLa Revolution is taking over. Japan started it, Malaysia innovated it, idiots follow it. This has been Zanardy Teorista, reporting live from Channel 3 News reminding you that perfection is unattainable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monetize? What the hell is monetize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring, I went to his bed, put a pillow to his face, and he couldn't wake up to annoy me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is what you call domination...or if you prefer, you may call it a ZANARDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you. I really do. You're the love of my life. Now sign these divorce papers. Here, here, and here. Come on I have a 3 o' clock appointment with Tiffany.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Tiger Woods-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My first mistake was dating a guy named Ashley. My second mistake was marrying him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Cheryl Cole-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey they have two wax figures of me here! Hey my name ain't Zanardy Teorista!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Taylor Lautner-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the whole world, no place I'd rather be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boom de ah dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go watch Discovery Channel lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor Swift wanted to date me. But unfortunately the closes she got to me was Taylor Lautner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now put that in your pipe and smoke it because it taste like Chicken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2689276804547214779?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2689276804547214779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2689276804547214779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2689276804547214779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2689276804547214779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-this-is-real-parallel-synchronized.html' title='Now this is REAL PARALLEL SYNCHRONIZED RANDOMNESS'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3069510092649145454</id><published>2010-03-21T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:46:16.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><title type='text'>Don't you hate it...</title><content type='html'>...when you're pissed off at something so petty and childish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do. Usually I'm not the type to get pissed off about the littlest things in life. But I am the type to feel left out even if I don't show it. A phone call or a write on the wall every now and then would be lovely. Every now and then an invitation to chill would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you ask me to go to a club then I know you don't want me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that I'm not that much of a social animal and to be honest, I don't like hanging with big groups where people only listen to the loudest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I feel somewhat offended. Maybe, it's the telling people for the twenty millionth time I'm free everyday, call if you wanna do something. Maybe it's the boredom pounding my skull in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has told me once and this has got to be the truest words I've heard from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In cases like this is where you know who is your friend and actually means it and who just are friends with you for the sake of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...because now I can gauge who are my real friends, which is a small number and who are just tagging for the heck of it which is quite a large number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's depressing. Yes reader, I have feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.: Speaking of real friendship, going to start Muay Thai classes with Aris on Wednesday. Feeling excited and terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-3069510092649145454?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3069510092649145454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3069510092649145454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3069510092649145454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3069510092649145454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-you-hate-it.html' title='Don&apos;t you hate it...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-1218699862675602461</id><published>2010-03-15T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:42:37.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>So just now when I turned on &lt;b&gt;E! News&lt;/b&gt;. They were showing the trailer for &lt;b&gt;Eclipse&lt;/b&gt;. Last year I went on an all-out, take no prisoners rampage on &lt;b&gt;New Moon&lt;/b&gt;. Maybe it was because some people ditched my birthday to watch it, maybe because of the whole &lt;b&gt;Taylor&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Taylor&lt;/b&gt; thing, maybe it was the fact that some people say &lt;b&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/b&gt; and I look alike. Regardless, I hated &lt;b&gt;New Moon&lt;/b&gt;. In fact, I hated &lt;b&gt;Twilight&lt;/b&gt; since the book so it's only natural that I hate&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched the &lt;b&gt;Eclipse&lt;/b&gt; trailer and that's when it hit me. Regardless, whether I love it or hate it, it's eventually going to be released. The more I think about it, the movie isn't really the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The real problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fans are just so damn annoying. When we're nearing the release of the movie. My &lt;b&gt;Facebook&lt;/b&gt; is filled with status updates and pictures of the goddamn saga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm especially annoyed with people who say the loved the movie when all they like is two topless, emo, melodramatic male teenagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the thing people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL HYPE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean at least the people who say, "I don't like the movie but &lt;b&gt;Jacob&lt;/b&gt; is hot so that's the real attention grabber." or "I prefer the previous movie but &lt;b&gt;Ashley Greene&lt;/b&gt; is like whoa.". At least I can respect those dudes and chicks. It's just like me going to watch &lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/b&gt;. I like &lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt; and have made no secret of that. But you don't see me saying "Her performance was breath taking! I thoroughly enjoyed it!". Instead, I say they gave her the wrong role, she could have done better but for now she should stick to singing. An unbiased opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But if there's one thing look forward to when &lt;b&gt;Eclipse&lt;/b&gt; season hits, it's the people on YouTube bashing the movie and the fans. Otherwise, here's my verdict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't give a damn about &lt;b&gt;Rob Pattinson&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/b&gt;. They live, they die, they strip, they wear three layers of clothing. I don't care. But it's the morons who love them and the saga that pisses me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean who knows? If the fans weren't such douchebags. I would actually consider watching the movie. I mean &lt;b&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ashley Greene&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Dakota Fanning&lt;/b&gt; are worth it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END&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/5802833730898486797-1218699862675602461?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/1218699862675602461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=1218699862675602461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1218699862675602461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1218699862675602461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/03/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7098657378611384171</id><published>2010-03-12T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:19:08.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Fantasy XIII'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><title type='text'>You are the thunder, I am the Lightning</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I share with gamers around the world, it was the wait for Final Fantasy XIII (don't judge me for being a geek!). Everyone talked about this game as being the game to look forward to in 2010. On March 10th, I finally got my copy of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ps3attitude.com/wp-content/gallery/final-fantasy-xiii-cover-art/final-fantasy-xiii-cover-art-na.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ps3attitude.com/wp-content/gallery/final-fantasy-xiii-cover-art/final-fantasy-xiii-cover-art-na.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I started playing it the opening sequence was amazing and the graphics were absolutely stunning. From there, your immediately put into the heat of battle. The battle system is a lot better than that of Final Fantasy XII in my opinion but I felt it shared a similarity to that of Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core in terms of engaging a battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psu.com/media/final-fantasy-xiii/site_final-fantasy-xiii-ss-169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://www.psu.com/media/final-fantasy-xiii/site_final-fantasy-xiii-ss-169.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When it comes to character building, I'd say the days of leveling up through random encounters are gone. Well somewhat. This is because of the new &lt;b&gt;Crystarium system&lt;/b&gt;. While it is similar to the Sphere Grid in Final Fantasy X but with a twist. Instead of expending levels on skills, you accumulate &lt;b&gt;Crystogen Points (CP)&lt;/b&gt; to acquire new skills and build your characters strengths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finalfantasyunion.com/newsimages/kyle/fam-nov/fam-nov-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://www.finalfantasyunion.com/newsimages/kyle/fam-nov/fam-nov-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me, one of the best new features in the game is the &lt;b&gt;Paradigm Shift&lt;/b&gt;. This basically allows you to shift between character classes for the three characters you are using in a battle. For example, the Relentless Assault paradigm has two ravagers (mages) and one commando (attacker).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siliconera.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/FFXIII_battle01_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://www.siliconera.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/FFXIII_battle01_thumb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I mentioned earlier, the battle system has been polished up somewhat in comparison to Final Fantasy XII (or maybe I didn't pay attention because I disliked FF12). In battle, you basically control one character and the reason behind this is that the battle is active as you make your decisions. Unlike past Final Fantasies where you can just up and leave for lunch without pausing during a battle, now you have to make every decision and make a paradigm shift quickly. One of the things I noticed is that FF13's battle system runs very smoothly when you think about the things that are happening. While the battle system is superb as always I still long for the good old days when it was turn by turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing I found enjoyable in Final Fantasy XIII is the voice acting. The characters truly come alive through the voice actors and it also gives you mixed emotions about certain character. Some of them really annoy you while some of them charm you. Their personalities also help access the gravity of a situation, gives you an idea about the area you're in, or just remind you of your mission objective. This is so because you while you're running through the wilderness or a war torn city, your party members hold conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing that has disappointed me about the game is the lack of interactivity among the environment and people in the game. I've been playing the game for 11+ hours already and so far I've not been in any town without fighting. Another downside for me is the new Shop system. Where once you find a save point it is there and available. I liked it better when you visit shops in towns instead. Lastly, the lack of open world environments is another thing lacking. Maybe it comes in a little later, but when I think back to FF9 or better yet FF8 when about an hour or so in the game in you're in the world map, that is what FF13 lacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, I don't see a reason why you shouldn't pick up the game even in spite of it's minor flaws. A newcomer to the world of Final Fantasy or a person who loved Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core will love this game. While people like me who have played every Final Fantasy since it's 7th installment will look at this as game as more hype than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END&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/5802833730898486797-7098657378611384171?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7098657378611384171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7098657378611384171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7098657378611384171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7098657378611384171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-thunder-i-am-lightning.html' title='You are the thunder, I am the Lightning'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-6201432637274045741</id><published>2010-03-04T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:12:20.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and some reading. I've been reading about everything from mysticism to the seven deadly sins to aesthetics and metaphysics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a pretty wise guy so I guess I credit him for my interest in things outside the norm. He once said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts are contagious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That got me to thinking. Thoughts define trends. What makes something 'cool'? People and the media I'd say. The media sensationalizes something and people catch on. Eventually, it's got the world talking and suddenly everyone is into the same thing. But then I start to wonder why people keep saying what makes you cool is when you don't care about what people think of you. If that is so, then why do people wear jeans and t-shirts when we can simply wear track pants or why wouldn't a man wear a dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People say that it's cool not to care what people think and in fact some people can go on saying how they don't care. But everyone is image conscious. Who's to say jeans and t-shirts are the norm when it can be sweat pants and track suits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, there is not one single person in the world who does not worry about their self image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END&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/5802833730898486797-6201432637274045741?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/6201432637274045741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=6201432637274045741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6201432637274045741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6201432637274045741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-1532517573046731377</id><published>2010-03-02T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:55:32.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIanna Agron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quinn Fabray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Why I'm Gleeked</title><content type='html'>Let's clear the air. I'm not one of those people who are extremely crazy about Glee. I am one of those people who are crazy about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Quinn Fabray&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S40OZ2ETL8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DfFM8LOewSY/s1600-h/4315245587_6cc9d47d0e_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S40OZ2ETL8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DfFM8LOewSY/s320/4315245587_6cc9d47d0e_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who is she really? Well she's Dianna Agron. The hottest Jewish chick I've had the pleasure of looking at. I mean Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman are lookers. But Dianna has definitely made me go "Wow!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Glee fulfills it's purpose as a TV series in my opinion in a sense that it is entertaining and after last nights Glee marathon with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Aris Bundchen&lt;/span&gt;, I now have Don't Stop Believin', It's My Life / Confessions (Part II), and I Say a Little Prayer on iTunes which kind of makes me feel like a hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, back to Ms. Agron. She's awesome. She likes cemeteries, bones, and skeletons. Maybe she and I should watch 'The Crow' together one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Taylor who? Ms. Agron is the new chick on the block and I predict big things for her in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: I notice whenever I'm interested in a chick, she tends to be very successful. Look at Swift, she's had the most successful year ever in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.P.S: 2010 belongs to Dianna Agron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-1532517573046731377?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/1532517573046731377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=1532517573046731377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1532517573046731377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1532517573046731377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-im-gleeked.html' title='Why I&apos;m Gleeked'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S40OZ2ETL8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DfFM8LOewSY/s72-c/4315245587_6cc9d47d0e_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-748466014533442307</id><published>2010-02-28T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:04:34.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psycho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow'/><title type='text'>My Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;What is this strange mood I’m feeling? It’s not depression but why do I feel sad? If anything I should feel frustration. But instead I feel. Alone. No not literally. There is another presence besides my own in this room. But in an emotional sense. I feel empty. It’s not me longing to be in a relationship. It’s more like I feel people don’t get me. As much as I may sound like an emo teenager. It’s true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;In my mind, I pictured a scene. Straight out of something from ‘Book of Eli’. There’s a long road. No turns. Just a straight path. The surrounding of that road is barren. Dry, empty, and lifeless. On that road is me. Walking in one direction. Without a purpose. As I continued walking the sun came down and my shadow grew as the world around me seemed to get darker and darker eventually becoming a dark realm. There were no stars to light up the sky. Just darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Looking at the guy walking on the path I feel I can relate to his emotions. He’s alone with only his shadow as company. At the end of the day, the only one who truly understands my emotions is the shadow alongside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-748466014533442307?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/748466014533442307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=748466014533442307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/748466014533442307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/748466014533442307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-shadow.html' title='My Shadow'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2098691638471007523</id><published>2010-02-13T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:15:05.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Ah Valentine's Day. Can you feel the love in the air? Seriously I'm not going to be one of those guys who are bitter about being single on Valentine's Day nor am I going to address it as Single's Awareness Day. It is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is a celebration for the guys who mustered up the courage to get a chicks phone number. It is also a day when chicks get chocolate and flowers. Except I think today is different because all the Chinese couples are off with their respective family members and getting fat. While the chicks are with their family members...getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to forget that Valentine's Day is not a day to celebrate love. But rather to celebrate St. Valentine's fight for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming I know the whole story. Just some dude who secretly married people and died for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's something I don't understand. There are about 365 days in a year. Why pick the 14th of February to express your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me the 14th of February will just be another day in the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2098691638471007523?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2098691638471007523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2098691638471007523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2098691638471007523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2098691638471007523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-4454256362219505009</id><published>2010-02-08T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:46:09.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKILLET or TAYLOR SWIFT</title><content type='html'>I want to watch Skillet live. They're the only band that has made me thought to myself: if I had to choose between Taylor Swift's Fearless Tour or Skillet's Awake and Alive Tour, I'd go for the Awake and Alive Tour. I'm not going to say I love all their songs. But I do love most of the song on the Comatose and Awake album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously when I listen to 'Awake and Alive', I feel this sudden surge of energy coursing through me and it motivates me. Especially the line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now it's my time. I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The song 'Lucy' to me is almost the perfect emo song. The way the song is played, the softer tones and the low tone voice give the song the perfect mood. This is like the song you listen to when you want to continue to torture yourself after a break-up. After all, part of the chorus is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her. I'd give up all the world to see that little piece of Heaven looking back at me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess what I like most about Skillet is their ability to adapt to a style of song-writing. I mean songs like 'Hero', 'Monster', or 'It's Not Me It's You' are all in your face. Then they have songs like 'Yours to Hold', 'The Last Night', and 'Don't Wake Me' is about love and relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They call the genre of their song 'Christian rock'. Which puzzles me. Why would you call a song 'Christian Rock'? Why? Is it because they sing about their faith? Because if that's the case then they may as well call it 'Religious Rock'. As far as I've heard on the two Skillet albums I have. I haven't heard the word Jesus or Christ or anything of that nature. I find it weird when someone labels a type of music like that. I've had people say to me "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Skillet's music is Christian rock.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". Here's the thing. To me music is music. I don't go up to you and say "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nasi lemak is a Malay dish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon (their front man) said it best. When he said they write songs for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I as big as the next Taylor Swift fan. Hell, I think I can safely say I'm the biggest Taylor Alison Swift fan in Malaysia. No, scratch that. The biggest Taylor Swift fan in Southeast Asia. But I can safely say that my brother and I are the only ones in this country who listen to Skillet's music and actually enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I said this to Omer and I'll say this here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like Skillet's 'Awake and Alive' so much. That I would gladly give up Taylor's Fearless Tour to watch Skillet perform this particular song.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So between:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsradio.net/news%20files/skillet_awake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.crossroadsradio.net/news%20files/skillet_awake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsradio.net/news%20files/skillet_awake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://image1.altnet.com/images/78/843930001378/Taylor_Swift/Fearless/Taylor_Swift-Fearless_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://image1.altnet.com/images/78/843930001378/Taylor_Swift/Fearless/Taylor_Swift-Fearless_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Skillet's 'Awake' album, the songs I like are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awake and Alive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hero&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lucy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Not Me It's You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Wake Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Taylor's 'Fearless' album, the songs I like are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fearless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breathe (Feat. Colbie Caillat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Horse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're Not Sorry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly the only way Taylor can win this one is if I use her Platinum Edition instead which is clearly unfair. Hell even this was a mismatch. 'Awake' only has 12 tracks as compared to 'Fearless' which has 13 tracks. If I included the Platinum Edition, it'll be a total of 16 tracks and a DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift may have won Album of The Year at the Grammy's. But the best album I heard in 2009 was Skillet's 'Awake' album.&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/5802833730898486797-4454256362219505009?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/4454256362219505009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=4454256362219505009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4454256362219505009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4454256362219505009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/02/skillet-or-taylor-swift.html' title='SKILLET or TAYLOR SWIFT'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7677660294581546512</id><published>2010-01-31T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:49:59.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Commandments of Confusion</title><content type='html'>Rotting at home. What's new? Weekend schedule is about going out with my brother. Weekdays it's driving lessons. Well not tomorrow anyway because tomorrow is my DRIVING TEST. Yes, that's right. Finally Zanardy will be going for the big one. To be quite honest I'm kind of nervous. Possibly because I don't have good momentum going into this test. The last time I drove, I knocked down poles, my hand brake wasn't working. You name it, I did it. When I told my brother. He simply said "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It happens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". I don't want to fail tomorrow and it may result in me having to bribe the guy. But I'm a kid of principles so I highly doubt it will come to that. As I heard, it's 'Federal Territory Day' tomorrow. So while all you people are nicely tucked away in your beds, I will be suffering cardiac arrest tomorrow at 11:30 AM. I'm so hoping that my driving instructor will let me practice first before he puts me in a 'do or &amp;nbsp;die' situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be missing the Grammys and the Royal Rumble. I would write my predictions but I need to sleep now. On that note, I shall leave thee with some of my Photoshops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2WytI26dJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AaiEY5gdFr8/s1600-h/001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2WytI26dJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AaiEY5gdFr8/s320/001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XBQANEkEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/76p68uHMFzk/s1600-h/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XBQANEkEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/76p68uHMFzk/s320/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XBfOLWC0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/JrMQiIM_TX0/s1600-h/Hayley%27s+Hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XBfOLWC0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/JrMQiIM_TX0/s320/Hayley%27s+Hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XBxGpZETI/AAAAAAAAAVU/j6qr_NpRoy4/s1600-h/Montage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XBxGpZETI/AAAAAAAAAVU/j6qr_NpRoy4/s320/Montage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XB7U0FwLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Iwy0tKPVETs/s1600-h/Don%27t+you+worry+about+a+thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XB7U0FwLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Iwy0tKPVETs/s320/Don%27t+you+worry+about+a+thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XCHNohB8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/2b1pLghm244/s1600-h/Love+is+a+riddle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XCHNohB8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/2b1pLghm244/s320/Love+is+a+riddle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XCUQy6xOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/drNKrfRfN4o/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2XCUQy6xOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/drNKrfRfN4o/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-7677660294581546512?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7677660294581546512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7677660294581546512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7677660294581546512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7677660294581546512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/01/commandments-of-confusion.html' title='Commandments of Confusion'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/S2WytI26dJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AaiEY5gdFr8/s72-c/001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7496090691736502654</id><published>2010-01-13T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:58:08.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><title type='text'>Zanardy Writes a RAP</title><content type='html'>Yo. This here. Going out to all my homies. All the gangstas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo yo check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name's Zanardy Teorista, I'm the real deal, nice to meet ya, me and you I'm always betta. I'm living the dream. Y'all wanna join my team. I'm the real deal son. My street cred weighs a ton. Before I'm done. Yo. I'm gonna be numbah one. All y'all fools out there, betta bounce cause yo' done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rhymes are so sweet. Just feel the rhythm of my beat. Y'all can't test me yo. I was born in the street. For real yo, y'all can go lick my feet. I'm a rapper son. Y'all better recognize. I speak nonsense and y'all gon' be mesmerized. Better memorize my lyrics kid. Time to take notice. Name's Zanardy Teorista. I'm on top of the invite list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm betta than Diddy. I'm betta than Shady. I'm betta than Snoop Snoop D-O double G. I'm betta than Jay-Z. OK maybe not Jay-Z. I hit the clubs. Status of a VIP. Y'all show up my club. On my dub. Yo. Y'all gonna look like Kanye at a Taylor Swift fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betta recognize son this ain't no thug story. Totally unrelated. My favorite movie stars Brandon Lee. Back to the topic yo. This gon' be historic. I'm the future y'all just prehistoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-7496090691736502654?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7496090691736502654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7496090691736502654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7496090691736502654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7496090691736502654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/01/zanardy-writes-rap.html' title='Zanardy Writes a RAP'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-4950959095263972855</id><published>2010-01-06T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:07:32.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanardy Teorista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers'/><title type='text'>I HATE BEING EIGHTEEN</title><content type='html'>I just hate it when you think you're doing something right and you end up getting blamed for whenever that screws up. When I said I made the decision to go to the RMIT thing. My mom lectured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh good Zanardy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" or "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good idea Zanardy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". All I got was "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you go write down bla bla bla.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right, I suppose I should want to go and do my level best to get there. But is it so difficult to pat me on the back or at least sing me a tiny praise? Because apparently it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we're at dinner and I tell her tomorrow might not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was way too much to expect a "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well at least you tried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". Even if you wanted to berate me you could have done so with a "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who asked you to be so late?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead what did I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something so simple like this also you can't do. This is what irritates me. Something as important as this also you cannot plan. You're already a young adult. Bla bla bla.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in the 'conversation'. I simply tuned her out and started replaying 'It's Not Me It's You' by Skillet over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident inspired me to create a new playlist in my iTunes entitled 'Rage/Anger/Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is a person who is impossible to get a word of approval or praise from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean even at 18, I get belittled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being 18. I hate everything about being 18. I hate the fact that when you hit 18 people always think you already know everything. I hate the fact that when you're 18 people expect you to make no mistakes. I hate it when you're past the 18th year from which you were born people expect you to be more like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way, I would go back to the carefree days of Age 5. When the only thing expected of you is to color in the lines and it's OK if you color outside every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-4950959095263972855?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/4950959095263972855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=4950959095263972855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4950959095263972855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4950959095263972855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-being-eighteen.html' title='I HATE BEING EIGHTEEN'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-359230847124707657</id><published>2009-12-31T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:47:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Hours, 12 Memories</title><content type='html'>As we approach the final 12 hours of 2009, I start to reminisce. Thinking back. Looking through the bittersweet memories of this fading year. So here I bring the 12 best memories of 2009 in the final 12 hours of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE COLLEGE PROLOGUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw0-oMCMeI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZRpfIcVEZS0/s1600-h/4653_102871215481_542180481_3165244_6906791_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw0-oMCMeI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZRpfIcVEZS0/s320/4653_102871215481_542180481_3165244_6906791_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw1F0k3L8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/6QXOozHFrWQ/s1600-h/n688742943_1608883_4839718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw1F0k3L8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/6QXOozHFrWQ/s320/n688742943_1608883_4839718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw1q8zfcPI/AAAAAAAAATY/oI_X5yYSw8U/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw1q8zfcPI/AAAAAAAAATY/oI_X5yYSw8U/s320/DSC01235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw2D1EBfLI/AAAAAAAAATg/ARXlEyPGR2I/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw2tWfdlrI/AAAAAAAAATw/m2S12DqJUvw/s1600-h/Brolly+Tour+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw2tWfdlrI/AAAAAAAAATw/m2S12DqJUvw/s320/Brolly+Tour+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw2HejOYAI/AAAAAAAAATo/InIZ9iNwWDs/s1600-h/11152_176312647026_721737026_3346266_7687337_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw2HejOYAI/AAAAAAAAATo/InIZ9iNwWDs/s320/11152_176312647026_721737026_3346266_7687337_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely one of the biggest moments in 2009 for me would be threading the uncharted waters of college. In January, I entered Taylor's College PJ for the first time ever. Met some of the craziest people you could ever meet. This sprung a series of events that would include bubble tea, Rouche, Poppers, Bush Killaz, Ding Dongs, and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE COLLEGE EPILOGUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw3QnSpKII/AAAAAAAAAT4/mYOvTm12hCc/s1600-h/14648_1178622623571_1168308646_30458636_7547389_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw3QnSpKII/AAAAAAAAAT4/mYOvTm12hCc/s320/14648_1178622623571_1168308646_30458636_7547389_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw3WHgjxYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uZHjJDzA4Y8/s1600-h/11152_176306302026_721737026_3346108_5401057_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw3WHgjxYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uZHjJDzA4Y8/s320/11152_176306302026_721737026_3346108_5401057_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Every story has an ending and how could I not forget this one? Several hours before the final paper, those crazy people that I met in college and myself were capturing the moments. 3 hours of non-stop photo taking using Mac Books. I remember looking at the last paper, Islamic Studies to be exact, and putting down the pen and whispering "Goodbye.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FINAL ASSIGNMENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw4CcZ_mbI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8LsNuXEf6LI/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw4CcZ_mbI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8LsNuXEf6LI/s320/DSC01199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw4nRF6MsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ju6vqV8GMuY/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw4nRF6MsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ju6vqV8GMuY/s320/DSC01160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw5kcw4oNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/eRMPmWSW_0E/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw5kcw4oNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/eRMPmWSW_0E/s320/DSC01189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wei Wen, Omer, Mark, and myself. Teamed up for what would be the first and last time ever. We were to do a social documentary on 'Peer Pressure'. A video which had lightsabers, Kevin, Jumper, an adopted cop, and a very confused protagonist. Off the camera, there was Uncharted 2, pulling of an all-nighter, and falling asleep with the Disney Channel on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw63sFOlII/AAAAAAAAAUg/pKntXGGlYfc/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw63sFOlII/AAAAAAAAAUg/pKntXGGlYfc/s320/DSC01102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7019_147250444330_727344330_2624905_7248640_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7019_147250444330_727344330_2624905_7248640_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7019_147250419330_727344330_2624902_1731978_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7019_147250419330_727344330_2624902_1731978_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember there was this assignment we had to do that was supposed to be on musical influences before the 90s'. My team which comprised of Juann, Sue Mae, Michelle, and myself were gonna give a presentation neither of us would soon forget. I told them "Don't worry, I'll handle it.". Making a video alone. But there was a catch. We had to put on face paint. Thus, KISS was reborn in the form of 4 college students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_244429465195_541705195_4788550_5391213_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_244429465195_541705195_4788550_5391213_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_244421175195_541705195_4788524_7480295_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_244421175195_541705195_4788524_7480295_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16763_244421015195_541705195_4788502_2605821_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16763_244421015195_541705195_4788502_2605821_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_244412415195_541705195_4788460_3407169_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_244412415195_541705195_4788460_3407169_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I was, towards the end of 2009, Aris Bundchen and myself with our respective families headed to Penang. To the Hard Rock Hotel in Penang. Several memorable events occurred there like my first taste of Coronas, having an entire room for myself, the flat tire incident, writing in a book with sand and salt water between my toes and of course, my first Hublot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A TRIP TO ADELAIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs168.snc1/6292_105559797943_688742943_2266445_2502314_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs168.snc1/6292_105559797943_688742943_2266445_2502314_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs188.snc1/6292_105559892943_688742943_2266461_3658597_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs188.snc1/6292_105559892943_688742943_2266461_3658597_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs188.snc1/6292_105559902943_688742943_2266463_2735465_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs188.snc1/6292_105559902943_688742943_2266463_2735465_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going with my Grandma and Mom was fine and dandy. But my time there wasn't that much of a thrill. Adelaide is still the only overseas trip I had this year. The only time was ever vocal during the trip was when we were in the hotel room. Otherwise, complete silence. Still, voice chatting with Aris Bundchen while everyone was sleeping was fun. "What's that noise in the background?" he said. "That's my grandma." I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OPERATION STAYOVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17874_226351607943_688742943_3246056_2866106_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17874_226351607943_688742943_3246056_2866106_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs131.snc3/17874_226314257943_688742943_3245922_2741136_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs131.snc3/17874_226314257943_688742943_3245922_2741136_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17874_226241027943_688742943_3245746_5371112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17874_226241027943_688742943_3245746_5371112_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17874_226351592943_688742943_3246055_4060362_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17874_226351592943_688742943_3246055_4060362_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17874_226351567943_688742943_3246054_512692_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17874_226351567943_688742943_3246054_512692_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Definitely memorable in so many ways. One of which was that this was the first time I've ever had a girl stay over at my place. Having Jun-Elle and Wei Wen over was going to be a crazy 24 hours. Well, it was somewhat anyway. Jun-Elle and I drove Wei Wen's car. We watched The Crow. Listened to Jun-Elle talk about Hayden Christensen. Nerf guns and Jedi battles. Jun-Elle freaked out playing King of Fighters XII. Training Jun-Elle for Undang. Wei Wen going on the whole day saying 'no sleep tonight!'. He was the first person to fall asleep. At 3 AM no less. Epic FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;A TALE OF TWO MOVIES BACK-TO BACK TWICE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dereklieu.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/watchmen-movie-poster-city-is-afraid-of-mejpg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://dereklieu.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/watchmen-movie-poster-city-is-afraid-of-mejpg.jpeg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/09/05/marley-and-me-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/09/05/marley-and-me-poster.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ncbrick.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/sherlock-holmes-poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ncbrick.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/sherlock-holmes-poster1.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mainplacecinema.com/showtimes/poster/avatar_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.mainplacecinema.com/showtimes/poster/avatar_poster.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time that happened this year was when Kelly, Brian, and myself went out. I think it was the first time since high school. So the movies we watched back-to-back were Watchmen followed by Marley &amp;amp; Me.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;The second time this happened was just 24 hours ago. Aris Bundchen and I went to watch Sherlock Holmes and Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAKING THE KTM FOR THE FIRST TIME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs016.snc1/2987_74630062943_688742943_1803230_2338355_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs016.snc1/2987_74630062943_688742943_1803230_2338355_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Public transport is a pain. You have to wait among the masses and somewhere along the way there's a funky smell and people you just don't want to deal with. It was then, when Phil, Jun-Elle, Wei Wen and I encountered a lady after a long 45 minute wait. Very vocal she was. Hearing her scream "You people are so stupid la!!!". Referring to the people clamoring to board the train. We eventually opted for a cab after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A FAMILY REUNION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs272.snc1/9931_138022427943_688742943_2678645_8304586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs272.snc1/9931_138022427943_688742943_2678645_8304586_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs272.snc1/9931_138022452943_688742943_2678650_1825172_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs272.snc1/9931_138022452943_688742943_2678650_1825172_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs252.snc1/9931_138022407943_688742943_2678641_6471162_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs252.snc1/9931_138022407943_688742943_2678641_6471162_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raya '09 was interesting. Sure it was similar to the last Raya with some different twists. My uncle brought his PS3. Jayden changing the channel to E! and then running away with the remote (and he's only 14 months old).&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Eating the best local food ever. Most importantly of all, picking up some money along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE YEAR OF WINSTON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs133.snc3/18066_226871818035_621253035_3309436_1550289_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs133.snc3/18066_226871818035_621253035_3309436_1550289_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tlc-japan-imports.ca/images/ae86-032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.tlc-japan-imports.ca/images/ae86-032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wristpect.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/dj-hero.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://wristpect.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/dj-hero.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, you heard me right. Winston. I dare mention and mock him here because I know he won't read this. Winston, to put it eloquently, is a drifting, DJ Hero, Feng tau person. Full of vibrant Dum chas. Aris and I came up with a way to embrace his growing legacy. Every time we see a modified Proton (the ones that make a lot of noise and go 20 KM/h) we yell "Winston!". The thing is that guy gives more and more ways to embrace him. Not making it, stoning while driving and who could forget "Why get Guitar Hero when you can get DJ Hero?". Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TURNING EIGHTEEN AT THE DAWN OF A NEW MOON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16763_220408295195_541705195_4646834_4691740_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16763_220408295195_541705195_4646834_4691740_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16763_219142855195_541705195_4636414_534875_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16763_219142855195_541705195_4636414_534875_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_219142885195_541705195_4636418_4096591_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_219142885195_541705195_4636418_4096591_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16763_219142915195_541705195_4636421_302353_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16763_219142915195_541705195_4636421_302353_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_220408315195_541705195_4646838_7265635_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_220408315195_541705195_4646838_7265635_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_220413700195_541705195_4646899_2304880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs100.snc3/16763_220413700195_541705195_4646899_2304880_n.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 26th of November was a bittersweet day for me. It was my birthday but also the release of New Moon. Hell, I know some people who blew off my birthday because they wanted to watch New Moon. Anyway, it was still memorable in so many ways. I got my first dart board courtesy of Jun-Elle, Phil, Wei Wen, and Michelle. But the birthday gift that stole the show is what glued the bittersweet day all together. A New Moon poster. With my face on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what can I expect in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Driver's License&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fluent Spanish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-359230847124707657?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/359230847124707657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=359230847124707657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/359230847124707657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/359230847124707657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-hours-12-memories.html' title='12 Hours, 12 Memories'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Szw0-oMCMeI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZRpfIcVEZS0/s72-c/4653_102871215481_542180481_3165244_6906791_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-5455339713447645152</id><published>2009-12-21T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:59:37.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed me?</title><content type='html'>Been on my &lt;a href="http://zanardyteorista.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; way too much lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said my Tumblr is where I write my emotions. This is just mindless ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I thought I'd come here and update my very few readers on what I've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Penang and stayed at the Hard Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played Dragon Age: Origins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played The Saboteur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-5455339713447645152?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/5455339713447645152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=5455339713447645152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5455339713447645152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5455339713447645152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/12/missed-me.html' title='Missed me?'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2658885762123925217</id><published>2009-12-03T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:22:44.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message From Jerrenn (Yes like the one on Tumblr)</title><content type='html'>OK so I’ve been meaning to do this for a while and lord knows I hate rewriting stuff unless it’s really awesome. Well, this just happens to be &lt;b&gt;really awesome&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a message that I found when opening the notebook I got from &lt;b&gt;Jerrenn&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zanardy&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember when we first met, but when we did, I definitely found your “&lt;b&gt;Hollywood World&lt;/b&gt;”, as I call it, a little weird. But I’ve gotten accustomed to it and accepted it as you. As time passed I found it downright creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have &lt;b&gt;taught me to be myself&lt;/b&gt;, and not be ashamed about it, and that is something I will remember for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think we’ve worked together in many assignments, but I think &lt;b&gt;it was fun during those times&lt;/b&gt;. Too bad we didn’t manage to be together for more assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I’ve noticed from being around you is that you &lt;b&gt;always carry a notebook &lt;/b&gt;with you, and occasionally you would take it out and scribble stuff. I hope you’ll use &lt;b&gt;this notebook&lt;/b&gt; and scribble all your &lt;b&gt;creative ideas&lt;/b&gt;. Who knows, one day it might come in handy, and you’ll find yourself in &lt;b&gt;Hollywood&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not be seeing each other that often now since I’ll be going to &lt;b&gt;Adelaide &lt;/b&gt;and you &lt;b&gt;Melbourne&lt;/b&gt;, but I wish you all the best in your future undertakings, and may you be healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Always your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jerrenn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously that’s &lt;b&gt;awesome beyond awesomeness&lt;/b&gt;. I can only think of&lt;b&gt; three names&lt;/b&gt; when it comes to people to have dedicated a paragraph to me (in this case more than one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aris Bundchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michellious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jerrenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If you’re reading this. Thanks bro. I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, top this Wei Wen! A Tumblr text trumps a silly Facebook status update any day of the week! =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2658885762123925217?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2658885762123925217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2658885762123925217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2658885762123925217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2658885762123925217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/12/message-from-jerrenn-yes-like-one-on.html' title='A Message From Jerrenn (Yes like the one on Tumblr)'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2285163486910132996</id><published>2009-12-01T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:44:12.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evonne Teo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><title type='text'>Reply to a certain Twi-hard Fan</title><content type='html'>When I read that post, I didn't want to say anything. That is until I read this particular sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;New Moon&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/b&gt; are in the &lt;b&gt;same categories&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Let me make this perfectly clear for you. THEY'RE NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boredla.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/28214VAMPIRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Moon&lt;/b&gt; is a &lt;b&gt;romantic book adaptation&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/b&gt; is an &lt;b&gt;action comic book movie&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I agree with one thing though. Both have non-existent characters. But what's different is that at least the characters in &lt;b&gt;The Dark Knight &lt;/b&gt;stick to what was their original being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twilight&lt;/b&gt; turned respectable creatures like vampires into pathetic wusses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/b&gt; is NOT a vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He's a freaking FAIRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boredla.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/28214VAMPIRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.boredla.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/28214VAMPIRE.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Characteristics of a vampire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blood sucking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Violent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merciless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weak against holy water, garlic, and the sun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stackingpennies.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/tinkerbell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://stackingpennies.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/tinkerbell.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Characteristics of a fairy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runs around in a forest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sparkles in sunlight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not violent at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You want vampires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see &lt;b&gt;Buffy The Vampire Slayer&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Interview With The Vampire&lt;/b&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;Underworld&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Twilight, True Blood, or the goddamn Vampire Diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else is different between &lt;b&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;New Moon&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;One of them is actually good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.appletreeblog.com/wp-content/2009/07/joker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.appletreeblog.com/wp-content/2009/07/joker.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The acting in The Dark Knight is freaking brilliant. &lt;b&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/b&gt; as &lt;b&gt;The Joker&lt;/b&gt; is probably the best supporting role I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://awesometwilightmusings.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/jacobwolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://awesometwilightmusings.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/jacobwolf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As far as I've heard &lt;b&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/b&gt; gave a decent performance in New Moon and is one of the young stars to look out for in the future. For his role as a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...and before you say werewolf let me clarify something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Werewolves transform in a full moon. They prey on the weak. They actually walk on two legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw the &lt;b&gt;New Moon&lt;/b&gt; trailer. Guess what? He changes whenever he wants. He is on four legs and he's the romantic type. A freaking dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all I got for now because I'm kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm sorry if I offended you but that's my perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: My favorite movie of all-time is &lt;b&gt;The Crow&lt;/b&gt; and not The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PPS: I'm not jealous of &lt;b&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/b&gt; because if a girl had decent sense, she'd pick me over a non-existent character. If she went with &lt;b&gt;Cullen&lt;/b&gt;. She's not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PPPS: We should hang out. Kinda bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2285163486910132996?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2285163486910132996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2285163486910132996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2285163486910132996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2285163486910132996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/12/reply-to-certain-twi-hard-fan.html' title='Reply to a certain Twi-hard Fan'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3320758439040307558</id><published>2009-11-28T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:14:13.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26.11.09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Legally 18. Illegally New Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;26.11.1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zanardy Teorista&lt;/b&gt; was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;26.11.2007&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zanardy Teorista &lt;/b&gt;had his first taste of alcohol during his 16th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;26.11.2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zanardy Teorista &lt;/b&gt;celebrated his 18th birthday and apparently made a cameo in &lt;b&gt;New Moon&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah you read it right. Although I should really explain how that came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As everyone knows by now. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I despise the Twilight saga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I think it is the most over hyped phenomenon since &lt;b&gt;K-Pop&lt;/b&gt;. But here's what happened on &lt;b&gt;26th November 2009&lt;/b&gt;. It was my birthday and the release of &lt;b&gt;New Moon&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I had dinner at &lt;b&gt;The Apartment&lt;/b&gt; with only close friends and family invited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Leading up to this dinner, my best friend &lt;b&gt;Aris Bundchen&lt;/b&gt; dropped me a series of hints as to what his birthday present to me may be. The one thing he kept repeating was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're either gonna be pissed first then laugh about it later or laugh first then be pissed about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Could have been several things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Korea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But I never thought about it. So I opened it piece by piece and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9awsyzwI/AAAAAAAAASo/EG_fyMXZI_0/s1600/16763_219143000195_541705195_4636432_6372637_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9awsyzwI/AAAAAAAAASo/EG_fyMXZI_0/s320/16763_219143000195_541705195_4636432_6372637_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9gMFENXI/AAAAAAAAASw/K5QCco8wrWw/s1600/16763_219143005195_541705195_4636433_656390_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9gMFENXI/AAAAAAAAASw/K5QCco8wrWw/s320/16763_219143005195_541705195_4636433_656390_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9iF1tvrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kdCJiEBZmu4/s1600/16763_219143020195_541705195_4636435_6260382_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9iF1tvrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kdCJiEBZmu4/s320/16763_219143020195_541705195_4636435_6260382_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9kSD_cWI/AAAAAAAAATA/s1le6GUjn10/s1600/New+Moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9kSD_cWI/AAAAAAAAATA/s1le6GUjn10/s320/New+Moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Officially lost it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-3320758439040307558?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3320758439040307558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3320758439040307558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3320758439040307558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3320758439040307558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/11/legally-18-illegally-new-moon.html' title='Legally 18. Illegally New Moon.'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SxE9awsyzwI/AAAAAAAAASo/EG_fyMXZI_0/s72-c/16763_219143000195_541705195_4636432_6372637_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2208033495415749376</id><published>2009-11-08T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:21:48.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving You</title><content type='html'>It was a long flight back to the big city. They welcomed us with flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="366" mce_src="http://thewallpaperhunter.com/places/cities/images/new-york-city-skyline-sunset-l.jpg" src="http://thewallpaperhunter.com/places/cities/images/new-york-city-skyline-sunset-l.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing stands out more than your eyes. You've got your thing to do. I've got my thing to do. We have argued a lot about the littlest of things. However make no mistake. I treasure &lt;b&gt;every moment&lt;/b&gt; with you. The &lt;b&gt;good or bad&lt;/b&gt;. For &lt;b&gt;better or worse&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" mce_src="http://shaide.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/snl.jpg" src="http://shaide.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/snl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing. The journey we had between now and then. As you blossomed, my life was turned upside down. Inside out. My career. My relationships with my friends. My relationship with you. &lt;b&gt;Everything&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite overwhelming circumstances, I've managed to hold together. Partially. Let me rephrase that. Mostly because of you. &lt;strike&gt;You are my everything&lt;/strike&gt;. You &lt;b&gt;were&lt;/b&gt; my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img mce_src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1597/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1597-9082.jpg" src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1597/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1597-9082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse. This turned for the worse. I suppose. Twice prior to this. We've been on the rocks. I guess this makes it &lt;b&gt;number three&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="811" mce_src="http://blissfullydomestic.com/wp-content/gallery/photo-bliss/broken-heart.jpg" src="http://blissfullydomestic.com/wp-content/gallery/photo-bliss/broken-heart.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I don't understand. We've been in a relationship for &lt;b&gt;months&lt;/b&gt;. You knew him for &lt;b&gt;weeks&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite an overwhelming odd. You still can't decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make the decision for you. Go to him. Go see if you're making the &lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt; decision. I've &lt;b&gt;never once cheated&lt;/b&gt; on you or in any of my past relationships. We can't exactly say the same for him now can we? I mean he did &lt;b&gt;cheat&lt;/b&gt; on my best friend's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="160" mce_src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2421164701_0d833cacd0_m.jpg" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2421164701_0d833cacd0_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you gonna do if he does that &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt; to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Write another &lt;b&gt;hit single&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Run back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="335" mce_src="http://lovelydisco.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/youre-not-sorry.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=335" src="http://lovelydisco.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/youre-not-sorry.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of him interfering in my life. Basically trying to &lt;b&gt;mimic&lt;/b&gt; my moves. I'm sick of the fact that we share the same hairstyle. I'm sick of the fact that he wears &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt; everywhere. Just like me. Now he wants to take you away from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have our little fiddles. We have different picks in &lt;b&gt;movies&lt;/b&gt;. There was the &lt;b&gt;teh tarik fiasco&lt;/b&gt;. Our recurring &lt;b&gt;trust issues&lt;/b&gt;. I don't like hockey. I don't do sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="326" mce_src="http://wittmeier.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/picture-21.png" src="http://wittmeier.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/picture-21.png" width="497" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about him? I give him the fact that he's &lt;b&gt;athletically gifted&lt;/b&gt;. Whether or not he likes &lt;b&gt;hockey&lt;/b&gt; is questionable. I'll give him the fact that girls everywhere are &lt;b&gt;crazy for him&lt;/b&gt;. But there's one thing I can't give him and that's the fact that &lt;b&gt;he'll love you more than I do&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He may be just &lt;b&gt;messing&lt;/b&gt; with my head. But right now I'm in &lt;b&gt;no proper state&lt;/b&gt; to fight him. He wants you &lt;b&gt;he can have you&lt;/b&gt;. I just can't deal with him anymore. Like I can't deal with you being conflicted between &lt;b&gt;me and him&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;b&gt;you and him&lt;/b&gt; work out better than &lt;b&gt;you and I&lt;/b&gt; did. Because if you don't and you call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;won't&lt;/b&gt; pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congratulations &lt;b&gt;Wolf Boy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;giving up&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put that in your &lt;b&gt;monologue&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2208033495415749376?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2208033495415749376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2208033495415749376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2208033495415749376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2208033495415749376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving-you.html' title='Loving You'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2421164701_0d833cacd0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-6944621373304333175</id><published>2009-11-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:31:00.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinnocchio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psycho'/><title type='text'>Timeline of November 4th 2009</title><content type='html'>Timeline of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left for college&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;9:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English for College Studies 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Finished exam and went to Rouche Cafe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waited for my Nasi Goreng Kampung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:55 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pay for food and went to Media Hub and 'studied'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Media Appreciation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Finished exam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Left college for Aris Bundchen's crib&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4:57 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Arrive at Aris Bundchen's crib&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Went to Ikano and ate 4 sandwiches at The Bakery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Went back to Aris' crib and played Winning Eleven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Left Aris' crib to return to Valencia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Had dinner at the clubhouse with the mother and Aris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Got home and started studying for Social Psychology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Finished notes on aggression and watched Pinocchio on the Disney Channel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Continued reading till I completely lost focus and did Social&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interviews on Facebook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Done writing this post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-6944621373304333175?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/6944621373304333175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=6944621373304333175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6944621373304333175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6944621373304333175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/11/timeline-of-november-4th-2009.html' title='Timeline of November 4th 2009'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-4236765369557783630</id><published>2009-11-03T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:42:43.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahoo widgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iTunes'/><title type='text'>Salvation in Music</title><content type='html'>Hello world, me again...how are you today? Nice fine weather we have today...except Malaysia which according to my &lt;a href="http://widgets.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Widget&lt;/a&gt; feels like 37 Degrees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been busy with studying. Even though I would say I spend more time trying to convince my brain to work. That is until today. I finally found a way to narrow my focus away from all the other distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Philips In-Ear Headphones&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Productivity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never doubt the ability of music. Much less the combination of music and in-ear headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2268844460_d50be18c2e_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2268844460_d50be18c2e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to that combination I was able to write notes for &lt;b&gt;magazine&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;radio &lt;/b&gt;in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why do drugs and music is just as addictive and easier to access?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No needles required. Just need the presence of music, a pair of ears, and a &lt;b&gt;passionate heart&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-4236765369557783630?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/4236765369557783630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=4236765369557783630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4236765369557783630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4236765369557783630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/11/salvation-in-music.html' title='Salvation in Music'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2268844460_d50be18c2e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-6233465434910343218</id><published>2009-10-28T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:38:13.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law Abiding Citizen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aris Bundchen'/><title type='text'>Teardrop on Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What an interesting day today was. I went to &lt;strong&gt;One Utama &lt;/strong&gt;at around 12:45 PM. Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Aris Bundchen&lt;/strong&gt; at around 1:03 PM. He was there to send his car for the servicing required. According to &lt;strong&gt;Aris&lt;/strong&gt;, the mechanic said that it would be done in 2 hours. So we went to have lunch and walked around for a couple of hours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we got to the car, turns out they hadn’t even begun their work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So then they said “Come back in 3 hours.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were two boys in a mall, short on cash.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, so we decided to go watch a movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SuhlYKEwlKI/AAAAAAAAASg/DUsWcGzB4n4/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SuhlZFUfgNI/AAAAAAAAASk/xWvyIOkKc0E/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="162" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Law Abiding Citizen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I personally loved the movie. This was one of those rare movies where I wanted the bad guy (Gerard Butler) to win. To me this movie is the best from &lt;strong&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;/strong&gt; thus far this year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Then after the movie we went to talk to the mechanic and he said “another 3 hours”.'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;But luckily, in the end the mechanic whom probably was high was done in 30 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-6233465434910343218?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/6233465434910343218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=6233465434910343218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6233465434910343218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6233465434910343218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/10/teardrop-on-fire.html' title='Teardrop on Fire'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SuhlZFUfgNI/AAAAAAAAASk/xWvyIOkKc0E/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3512767284537466332</id><published>2009-10-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:14:07.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Final Notice</title><content type='html'>We had it all. We were good. Just not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Story of our lives isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were we not compatible?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I loved you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trusted&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we were together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would not have thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That you would break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surrounded by friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But the sad thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't seem to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;etched &lt;/span&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I can't seem to forget you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why do I have a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you're going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the same situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I had plans for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This wasn't part of the plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It was supposed to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; supposed to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I realize that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but that doesn't mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I accepted it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The feeling is lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like any memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-3512767284537466332?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3512767284537466332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3512767284537466332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3512767284537466332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3512767284537466332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-final-notice.html' title='Not The Final Notice'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7031042653117313061</id><published>2009-10-27T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:02:33.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comeback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Return'/><title type='text'>Guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>It's been a very very long time since I've posted anything here. Lot's of things have happened. Let's save that for another time yeah? The point is I've been so focused on my &lt;a href="http://zanardyteorista.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; that I forgot about blogger. Well now I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-7031042653117313061?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7031042653117313061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7031042653117313061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7031042653117313061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7031042653117313061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-6796014118809392037</id><published>2009-09-02T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:30:15.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I talking to someone or am I alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another tiring day today. But hey at least all assignments were done the night before. So here’s a quick update on what’s been happening…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[GAMING]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Soul Calibur IV&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rNOTNiGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3EsTTtawJeU/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rOi3eOzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ApThgvjXGNs/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it’s a little late to bring this game up…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;But I recently got it and I like it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The fighting system is fast, exciting, and nothing too complex.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Much like it’s predecessors Soul Calibur IV has 2 special characters. Darth Vader and The Apprentice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the great things about Soul Calibur IV is that it uses 3D character models and the ring is actually a ring unlike King of Fighters XII or Street Fighter IV which are just you moving left to right and right to left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;A key feature in Soul Calibur IV is the character customizability in which you just between several fighting styles (lightsaber not included). From there you customize what your character wears and every piece of armor or clothing has a special trait which is added to your characters attributes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rTDB7VQI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LeJrBspLyB8/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rUbsQ1vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oFEw3XHEcCg/image_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rYzoQd9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/m-ZDSE0EPBQ/s1600-h/image%5B16%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6raL-S4RI/AAAAAAAAARA/NDSSdQsvDUc/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s a good game…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;[4/5]&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[MOVIES]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;District 9&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rdI8qU4I/AAAAAAAAARE/-ZapvZ0bSyg/s1600-h/image%5B20%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6recZljVI/AAAAAAAAARM/3d_KDxynMjc/image_thumb%5B12%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This movie is what I like to call half awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The starting was unique but it was slow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Slow to the point where I actually fell asleep during the first half. But after I woke up the movie was really interesting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The movie is very gory and violent and the dialogs are very repetitive. Especially the ‘F’ word…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sharlto Copley who is the starring actor did a fantastic job when it came to acting. You could actually feel the emotion in the movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall I think Peter Jackson did another fantastic job on a film.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;[4/5]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[TECHNOLOGY]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;PS3 Slim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rfo8_-AI/AAAAAAAAARQ/E-L1EFqtJGw/s1600-h/image%5B25%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rgjfUAPI/AAAAAAAAARU/VyKc0Okm7eY/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’ve been distracted by the Nokia N900 so much as of late that I forgot about the PS3 Slim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Obviously, I already have a PS3 but a friend of mine is going to buy the PS3 Slim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So what’s the difference between the PS3 and the PS3 Slim?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s smaller.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The ‘Eject’ and ‘Reset’ buttons are now actual buttons and are no longer touch sensitive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s available in 120 GB.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[MUSIC]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rha46exI/AAAAAAAAARY/1jAg3DuxpP4/s1600-h/image%205%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image 5" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="198" alt="image 5" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6riE2A-GI/AAAAAAAAARc/uEmtiuWO0r8/image%205_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;Feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Artist: &lt;strong&gt;Marié Digby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Album: &lt;strong&gt;Breathing Underwater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rjdtxqlI/AAAAAAAAARg/h3rxOejiL54/s1600-h/image%5B29%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rkqalsQI/AAAAAAAAARk/eo5uYbNKpeQ/image_thumb%5B17%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Artist: &lt;strong&gt;Sara Bareilles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Album: &lt;strong&gt;Little Voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6roSnFePI/AAAAAAAAARo/Plobsw3nyzY/s1600-h/image%207%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image 7" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="215" alt="image 7" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rpvja3II/AAAAAAAAARs/VLFMb-7SYzg/image%207_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;Pete Wentz is The Only Reason We’re Famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Artist: &lt;strong&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Album: &lt;strong&gt;Hot Mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-6796014118809392037?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/6796014118809392037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=6796014118809392037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6796014118809392037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6796014118809392037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-talking-to-someone-or-am-i-alone.html' title='Am I talking to someone or am I alone?'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sp6rOi3eOzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ApThgvjXGNs/s72-c/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-4731540421166645651</id><published>2009-08-31T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:13:03.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let’s call you ‘Awesome’</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, this past week due to H1N1 fiasco, college has been well more or less shut down. For me anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So what have I been doing during this ‘festive’ time?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[GAMING]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Batman: Arkham Asylum&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3nCanWSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/agZa_7kQ1j8/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3oycOadI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SF8wGTLY7Cc/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;4.5/5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The game is sheer awesomeness, it takes the Batman universe to something much darker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;For example, The Riddler is normally a classy guy but in the game he talks about dismembering a baby for his riddles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The graphics in the game are awesome, no question. The detail in the Batsuit is spot-on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3rd-FObI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BQTdn1S3TRQ/s1600-h/image%5B16%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="216" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3skJc36I/AAAAAAAAAP0/eHsupqO4cuw/image_thumb%5B12%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The soundtrack in the game is very dark and ominous and very fitting with regards to certain situations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;There are a few minor problems for me though, the game is too short, there are no alternate costumes for story mode, and the camera angles can be headache inducing at times but otherwise, the game is brilliant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;[4.5/10]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[MOVIES]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I Love You, Beth Cooper&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3v18JgYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fJiicxRkMaY/s1600-h/image%5B25%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="353" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3xVpxUYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Lszz7CVlgcE/image_thumb%5B19%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;For the record, this movie is a guy movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This movie can be arousing at times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;But me watching this movie during a time when I can’t get sexually aroused?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bad move.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I Love You, Beth Cooper has a very bad flow, no proper story, and at most parts the humour isn’t funny and the movie is slow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Other than that it’s ok I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess I’ll just put it this way…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you Beth Cooper…just not your movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;[2/5]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[TECHNOLOGY]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nokia N900&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3z37LXwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GAm7VYKcSWs/s1600-h/image%5B33%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="247" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt31LqrO_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/6sB2D0pUJic/image_thumb%5B23%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This phone is just…well it’s unbelievable how awesome this phone is. I can’t describe it. I have no words for it. But all I know is I want it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;3.5-inch 800×400 touchscreen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Slide QWERTY Keyboard&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;5.0 Megapixel Camera with Carl Zeiss Optics, auto focus and dual LED Flash&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wi-Fi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;32GB storage memory with up to 48GB expandable memory&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;FM Transmitter&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;GPS with Ovi maps&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Photo tagging&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;3.5mm headphone jack&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;TI OMAP 3430: ARM Cortex-A8 600 MHz processor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mozilla based browser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Maemo OS with Adobe Flash on board&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cost wise, it’s about $718 which is about RM 2,533.10. Just RM 200 more than the Nokia N97.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:4791ec07-3b85-444e-a336-c609854024f3" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="4e84ad06-6e7f-4913-919b-24d4d811e3f0" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHUwvaTmXWQ&amp;amp;feature=fvst" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt315yj8iI/AAAAAAAAAQI/B3kanKwU4TY/videoba7f06bf138b%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('4e84ad06-6e7f-4913-919b-24d4d811e3f0'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/gHUwvaTmXWQ&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/gHUwvaTmXWQ&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; 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 &lt;p align="left"&gt;Artist: &lt;strong&gt;Selena Gomez and the Scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Album: &lt;strong&gt;Kiss &amp;amp; Tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt35b1kyvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8sOp27AR2uA/s1600-h/image%5B51%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="179" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt36VTzsNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TCMY22mwgiI/image_thumb%5B37%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Artist: &lt;strong&gt;Owl City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Album: &lt;strong&gt;Ocean Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt37ZwsyDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QqMdBLcnCbo/s1600-h/image%5B55%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt383V35YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/grDawaX8kBU/image_thumb%5B39%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;One by One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Artist: &lt;strong&gt;Unkle Bob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Album: &lt;strong&gt;Sugar &amp;amp; Spite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt390B0owI/AAAAAAAAAQk/D4wkMyyjSs8/s1600-h/image%5B59%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3_UYwTlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5mtYJjyhUCo/image_thumb%5B41%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;Black Roses Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Artist: &lt;strong&gt;Alana Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Album: &lt;strong&gt;With One Word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-4731540421166645651?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/4731540421166645651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=4731540421166645651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4731540421166645651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4731540421166645651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-call-you-awesome.html' title='Let’s call you ‘Awesome’'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Spt3oycOadI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SF8wGTLY7Cc/s72-c/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7387292806343870629</id><published>2009-08-25T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:45:51.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can’t pretend anymore…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’ve reached my breaking point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The fasting month just started and I’ve tried to tolerate it. During this time of detox I thing I’m going through withdrawal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I had one salvation though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Only one thing can satisfy my hunger as a geek, gamer, comic enthusiast…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SpTaGiOIorI/AAAAAAAAAPg/K0VRaYjjI6A/s1600-h/Batman%20-%20Arkham%20Asylum%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Batman - Arkham Asylum" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="Batman - Arkham Asylum" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SpTaHjVipjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Vukgb1Tw8Vc/Batman%20-%20Arkham%20Asylum_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, call me a fanboy but the statistics speaks for itself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Batman: Arkham Asylum is this year’s Bioshock.” –&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Game Informer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Arkham Asylum is comfortably the best comic book game that Playstation’s ever had” – OPM&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;There’s just one problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The release date for the game was supposed to be on August 25th. So I went to the game shop today with a big smile on my face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Confident that I was about to purchase a highly anticipated game.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So I asked…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Hi do you have Batman: Arkham Asylum?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Oh, Arkham Asylum will only come out here on either Friday or Saturday.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;*My facial expression changes instantly*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Oh, ok. Can I see your Wolfenstein?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Sure.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;*Shows me Wolfenstein*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Is this a first-person shooter?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Yes.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;'”Can I see your Demon’s Soul?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Sure.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;quot;Is this game good?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Well it’s a good RPG la. Like World of Warcraft a little bit.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then like the absolute dumbass that I am, I bought it. Knowing that I needed that money for Batman: Arkham Asylum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;But with the fact that it got a 9.4 Readers Average on IGN. I figure that it would be a decent game. So I came home with Demon’s Soul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The game starts out nicely, you choose between several classes of medieval soldiers and venture to kill demons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I died.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now the game developer is obviously without a shadow of a doubt a retard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Because there are no fucking checkpoints anywhere in the game!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Already the frame rate is headache inducing and combine that with the sheer fact that your battling through hordes of demons inching ever closer to the end of the level and next thing you know you die and have to start all the way from the fucking beginning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, I have not enough money to capture Batman: Arkham Asylum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I also have nothing to do from now till Friday because of the goddamn H1N1 bullshit that’s happening in college.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Note to god, I realize I’m swearing a lot but can you blame me? I just made the biggest mistake in the month of August and it’s all because I can’t eat this month. I’m hungry and right now angry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fuck you Demon’s Soul developer. I hope you choke on a fish bone and die with blood gushing out of your throat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And fuck you ‘Port Klang’ import guy. For delaying my destiny. I hope you fall into the Klang river and drown to oblivion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;On a side note, fuck you ‘Guy who exports games’. I was supposed to be having the time of my life with Batman: Arkham Asylum right now and you ruined that feeling with your delays. I hope your slow and painful death is not delayed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes I know, I’m overacting because of a video game. But you know what? It’s not just a video game, it’s Batman: Arkham Asylum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-7387292806343870629?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7387292806343870629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7387292806343870629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7387292806343870629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7387292806343870629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-pretend-anymore.html' title='Can’t pretend anymore…'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SpTaHjVipjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Vukgb1Tw8Vc/s72-c/Batman%20-%20Arkham%20Asylum_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-5896995370268620798</id><published>2009-08-19T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:20:54.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Level Rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This has been one hell of a week thus far. Normally, that statement is related to something good but there hasn’t been anything good since this week started. Media appreciation presentation tomorrow, a research proposal to be handed in on Friday, book review to a book of which I’m only on the 32nd page, video documentary, economics presentation, and social psychology assignments waiting at the back of the line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sow0asAIIMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_oiYfRmtzAs/s1600-h/Assignment%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Assignment" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="Assignment" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sow0bmKiNpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xtC8fxh4NpY/Assignment_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;My attempts at doing a research proposal at Aris’ place has led me to enter a dream where I was in Manchester with Aris, Selena, and of course &lt;strong&gt;Demi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;1 hour and 45 minutes later I woke up with a slight backache and with ‘Remember December’ playing from my laptop as I try to soak in what I believe people call reality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Been hanging around at Aris’ place a lot lately actually. Mostly because my mum is having endless dinner functions and I get easily bored at home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes even with a PS3, Astro, decent internet connection, Wii, and a new Nerf N-Strike Maverick. Sometimes talking and laughing with the older brother I never had can be refreshing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Also been suffering a total lack of sleep this week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;On Sunday night, I slept at 2:15 AM and woke up at 6:00 AM on Monday morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;On Monday night, slept at 3:30 AM and woke up at 8:30 AM on Tuesday morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night, slept at 4:15 AM and woke up at 6:20 AM this morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;To be honest, I’m really really tired and hungry right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;My bed looks like it’s calling me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;There’s nothing in the house that I can eat. Just drinks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Badly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;But the research proposal holds higher priority than sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The 500 word intro does anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;So what else did I do this week?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sow0cQKKZzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8fZ03a3iHQ0/s1600-h/DSC00977%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00977" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="DSC00977" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sow0dJA2KmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e_sL--3U3zk/DSC00977_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-5896995370268620798?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/5896995370268620798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=5896995370268620798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5896995370268620798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5896995370268620798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/08/stress-level-rising.html' title='Stress Level Rising'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sow0bmKiNpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xtC8fxh4NpY/s72-c/Assignment_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-8850525564298956007</id><published>2009-08-03T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:59:44.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>False Reality: A Tour of Zanardy’s Psyche</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some people often have different interpretations of what is a fantasy. A fantasy can usually be broken into age groups. Kids who haven’t reached puberty live in their own world of unicorns, dragons, and a knight in shining armour…a fairy tale of sorts. Then there are the teenagers with raging hormones and anyone older. They have sexual fantasies. The kind with cheerleaders, school girls, and so on. Finally, you have your senior citizens. They normally fantasize about their grandchildren growing up and raising their great grandchildren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In which category do I fall in? Simple. None.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I live in my own world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quick timeline of the evolution of the fantasy world:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Early 2004 – My first celebrity crush.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mid 2004 – The fantasy was created in the form of a story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Late 2005 – Real life crushes were included in the fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mid 2005 – The fantasy began to fade and reality kicked in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Late 2007 – The fantasy was making a comeback.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Late 2008 – The fantasy world was created.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mid 2009 – Human emotions are added to the fantasy world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Contrary to popular belief, I never came up with this alone. It was actually a theory brought up by my best friend. Much like you, I thought he was insane. But slowly I started to understand the logic behind the fantasy world and thus we created a joint fantasy world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So…what happens in the fantasy world? Most of it is based on what the media depicts. The entertainment industry plays a huge role in manipulating the fantasy world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;High profile relationships.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lifestyle of the rich and famous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Exotic car prices.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Income of a celebrity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Red carpet events.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;What’s mentioned above are just some of the many key aspects that go into the events that play out in the fantasy world. These elements are able to manipulate careers, lifestyle, and relationship status in the fantasy world. What plays out in the fantasy world is actually based on what happens in reality and is also branched out to 2 categories.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dating and Relationships&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SncJZMtafEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/csiT7qHCj6A/s1600-h/Taylor%20%26%20I%20at%20her%2018th%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Taylor &amp;amp; I at her 18th" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="Taylor &amp;amp; I at her 18th" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SncJZ0DtU9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/s-4AHLz0Dao/Taylor%20%26%20I%20at%20her%2018th_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Quite possibly the most important aspect in the fantasy world. In reality, it actually begins with an infatuation for another whether it be celebrity or commoner. With a commoner, one can easily manipulate what is going on in the relationship but when as it relates to celebrity love life, it’s a little more complicated. A like for the celebrity will allow you to easily search for the going-ons in the his or her life. This will allow you to trigger events that happen in the realm from how you met to how you broke up. However, it does get dangerous when human emotion is added to the mix because as I said earlier the fantasy world is based on real life happenings and depression will occur and will thus affect ones overall performance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lifestyle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SncJa_-f1gI/AAAAAAAAAO8/buchno3ptD8/s1600-h/Malibu%2C%20CA%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Malibu, CA" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="Malibu, CA" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SncJbv-urwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0uavJCUlpvM/Malibu%2C%20CA_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;This part gets a little technical. Various calculations are usually done to ensure the effectiveness of the realism in the lifestyle. Career choices will affect salaries. Salaries affect lifestyles. Enough said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;So what’s been going on in my head? Well, I am my best friend’s agent and also the owner of an up and coming company known as Teorista Enterprises.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Places in which I have a home:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;London, England&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hendersonville, Tennessee, USA&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Malibu, California, USA&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;New York City, New York, USA&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Vehicles I own:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Lamborghini Murcielago LP640&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Lamborghini Estoque&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Aston Martin DBS&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Shelby Cobra GT500&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Land Rover LRX&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;The Tumbler&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;My ex-girlfriends:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Joanna ‘JoJo’ Levesque&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Vanessa Anne Hudgens&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Andrea Lauren Bowen&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Kristen Bell&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Aliana Lohan&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;AnnaSophia Robb&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;What else? I earn £ 3,712,688 a year. I don’t own a private jet, I normally fly a commercial flight. First class of course. Much like reality, I don’t club in the fantasy world either.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah, that pretty much covers it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Now you know…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-8850525564298956007?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/8850525564298956007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=8850525564298956007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8850525564298956007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8850525564298956007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/08/false-reality-tour-of-zanardys-psyche.html' title='False Reality: A Tour of Zanardy’s Psyche'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SncJZ0DtU9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/s-4AHLz0Dao/s72-c/Taylor%20%26%20I%20at%20her%2018th_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-1860082795749481928</id><published>2009-08-01T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:48:02.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When reality and fantasy converge…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Emotionally draining. I feel so suffocated. This is what it is…to feel…empty. I can’t believe how I’m feeling right now due to a misplaced emotional attachment. I feel stupid. As if I was in a dream and never wanted to wake up. When dreams turn into nightmares then how do you cope?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;But what I do know is…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SnRxuwNyn0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/PrbIOlPzggg/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="232" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SnRxwf1U99I/AAAAAAAAAOw/y9IYTa0vf1A/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate that I love you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-1860082795749481928?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/1860082795749481928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=1860082795749481928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1860082795749481928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1860082795749481928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-reality-and-fantasy-converge.html' title='When reality and fantasy converge…'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SnRxwf1U99I/AAAAAAAAAOw/y9IYTa0vf1A/s72-c/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-5270616303120530764</id><published>2009-07-30T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:27:52.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing, Brolly, and Unholy Alliances</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So today, college was good as it has been since the start of this semester. Sure, the timetable is horrendous but nonetheless, it works. Today started like any other day…woke up, played game, brushed teeth, showered, put on clothes, leave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Arrived. Met this awesome dude named Kevin. He is knowledgeable as hell and he reads comics (Not that pathetic excuse we all know as a manga). He seems to have one problem though and that is his jokes can get a little stale.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh right, it’s Amber’s birthday today. So everyone decided to go to Ministry of Sound. Well…everyone except for the 3 people sitting at the back at the ‘People who don’t go clubbing’ section. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I never liked clubbing. I was never interested in that lifestyle. I never got the fascination behind clubbing. Hell, Aris and I use clubbing as a joke. To be honest, I was never really against it either. But when I think of clubbing, several things come to mind:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The different crowds at a club:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Underage morons who want to act cool&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Curious people who just want to experience it&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Socialites&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Smokers&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Alcoholics&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Rempits&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Ah Bengs&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Drug addicts&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;People who are only doing it because a friend asked to&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can understand the rempits, ah bengs, smokers, alcoholics, and drug addicts go there because that seems to be the only place they’re accepted. The socialites are there because of their upbringing so that’s ok to a certain extent. Others are ok. Except for those underage morons. I don’t get that. You’re 16 or 17 and still in high school. You’re naive as hell. The place could damn well get raided so you risk going to jail. You got school the next day. Conclusion, you’re a douchebag.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Things people do in a club:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dance&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Make a mockery of themselves&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Drink&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Smoke&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Talk loudly&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bush Killaz Brolly Tour 2009 was AWESOME!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since photos are on Facebook. I shall not post it here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-5270616303120530764?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/5270616303120530764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=5270616303120530764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5270616303120530764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/5270616303120530764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/clubbing-brolly-and-unholy-alliances.html' title='Clubbing, Brolly, and Unholy Alliances'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2026646185108280781</id><published>2009-07-23T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:56:03.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrill for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Amazing day today. Went to Sunway Lagoon with Dixie, Amber, Jasmine, and Wei Wen. Crazy fun day of excitement and awesomeness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was wrong about Sunway Lagoon. I always thought the rides there were too dangerous and somehow always revert back to when I was 4 years old. Well it seems that my perception of Sunway Lagoon was completely and utterly false.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We went on the rides several times:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pirate’s Revenge (2-3)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Tomahawk (1)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The Lost City of Gold (4)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Grand Rapids (1)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Boot (1)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Fast Yoga Mat Water Ride (5)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Log Ride (2)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Life Raft Water Slide (1)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out of all those I just listed or failed to mention, the worst of them all has got to be Pirate’s Revenge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjN2nyKngI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9F5NYQNZiGI/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="108" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjN3hJYfFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/R62_yAW7O6E/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you see it from afar, it actually looks…decent…nothing to scary but at the same time has that thriller aspect to it. But once you get in and you place that overhead safety bar in position and the lower safety bar crushes your genitals for about 3 seconds in order to lock you in…well it still isn’t that bad. Once you start swinging, well the first thing that popped into my mind is “What the hell did I get my self into!?”. That was followed by a lot of screaming, ‘oh my god’ moments, and ‘dear lord’ moments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The scariest part of the ride is when they suspend you upside down in mid air. When you hear that the engine stopped and that they cut the power and you open your eyes. It’s like staring death in the face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The worst thing you can do after that is head for the Tomahawk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjN7CSg5iI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jHtuA8Ujkfc/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjN8xT2msI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AhW0KkiIGIc/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2 arch shaped boat-like structures placed side by side going a full 360 degrees several times with great velocity. It looked safe but when I got in and put on my safety bar which is only held to by a safety belt and went upside down, I literally fell out of my seat. Didn’t help that Amber was screaming her lungs out…or maybe that was me…or Wei Wen…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOAf1qUGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eCTGdpKjSt0/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOCjrzQrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/t94SseRuFw8/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The best one for me was ‘The Lost City of Gold’ ride. We went four times and after each time, the ride felt easier. It’s a classic roller coaster in a sense that it has 2 very fast parts and 1 of which has a camera.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Photos (Credit to Amber):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOHFKgBsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fxZ8N9kBmo8/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOI9IgivI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JWE7xbCHqSA/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Jasmine, myself, Amber, Wei Wen, and Dixie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOKTIE-lI/AAAAAAAAAOY/W31oldqfT7g/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The 4 of them on Pirate’s Revenge. I opted for camera duty because I was having chest pains. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOPRmR_YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LBEq13xugWE/s1600-h/image%5B17%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOREkAntI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_SH8dCVXFB8/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Near the Koi Fish area&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOWQE1YVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Yb5l4mjWdgE/s1600-h/image%5B20%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjOYnkR71I/AAAAAAAAAOo/1diMlqvFJJI/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jasmine. Obviously the most…excited part of the group&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The most important thing is that today, I faced my fears. Sure, I did wacky things to suppress it. But at the end of the day, I was…Fearless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After Sunway Lagoon, we went to Carls Junior. No pictures. Everyone was too tired and too hungry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The coolest lesson I learned today is that you feel most alive when you’re facing death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2026646185108280781?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2026646185108280781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2026646185108280781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2026646185108280781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2026646185108280781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/thrill-for-day.html' title='Thrill for a Day'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SmjN3hJYfFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/R62_yAW7O6E/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-894310385004860915</id><published>2009-07-21T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:11:21.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought provoking nonsense…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately…one of which is why I was born here. Why not elsewhere? Like say…Upper East Side or Beverly Hills…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s how this thought provoking came about. I was chatting with Aris Bundchen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The conversation goes like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;I’m in LA. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprise for Sel.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt; ๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;How sweet… &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Kirim salam from me and Taylor.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Wondering why I’m here instead of England?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt; ๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You're there to surprise Sel but other than that is unclear.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;So go ahead and elaborate.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;HER BIRTHDAY!!! &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt; ๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ah!&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;That explains it all! &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;A happy birthday to her from me and Taylor then. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Although I don't think it's time yet in LA.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I know right.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;So it’s all good.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Enough time to plan everything.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;She knows you're there I assume?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nope.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;She thinks I’m in Seoul with Manchester United. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Wondering why I’m not playing in the Asian Tour?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt; ๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Well for one thing, it's Seoul, South Korea.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Anything else requires elaboration.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;So…&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;How’s Taylor?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt; ๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;She's good...&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;She's actually headed for Cheyenne right now I would think.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Performance and such...&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Well at least she's keeping herself busy.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ah yes.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;WY.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Just read your tweet.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ah yes...Twitter never lies...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;So why aren’t you in WY?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was kinda thinking of heading down to Cheyenne but couldn't get seats on the flight...&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;So I already booked a ticket for Rapid City, South Dakota.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Flying tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Where you at now?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt; ๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am actually in London now...&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Getting some things organized at the desk.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Files, paperwork, etc.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Kinda messy actually.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Speaking of work...any word from Barcelona? &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nope...&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Will certainly give you the heads up should anything come up.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Here's a fun fact…&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;There are no 5 Star hotels in Rapid City.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The #1 Hotel there is Holiday Inn and it's a 3 Star hotel.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I don’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Lol. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Well looks like I'll most probably be bunking in the tour bus...&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I'll most probably be following her on tour till after August 27th.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Got enough bunk bed?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm sure there is...&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It's a well furnished bus.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;King-Sized bed in the back.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Bunk beds here and there.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Couch.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don't mind crashing on the couch-like thing actually.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It's pretty comfortable.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It shouldn't be a problem.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;But are Taylor's tour manager and band ok with you coming over?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Well Taylor's the one who takes charge of just about everything…&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Besides the band is cool with me.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Her tour manager might have a slight problem with my sudden appearance.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Otherwise, I think it's all good...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dude.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I got to go and see Sel.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I'll see you tomorrow yeah?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ah...&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Sure.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Time?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In the morning.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Time dude.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I’ll send my mom to office first then come by and do my assignment.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;10-11. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Aight then.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Take care mate.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You too.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;See you then&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;๑۩۞۩๑--[Zanardy Teorista]--๑۩۞۩๑&amp;#160; says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Arriverderci.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aris Bundchen says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Shasleeva astavatsa.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok so it was kinda long winded, and believe it or not this is actually one of our shorter conversations. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not to mention Twitter:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ZanardyTeorista"&gt;&lt;img height="48" alt="Zanardy Teorista" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/318088188/Twitter_2_normal.jpg" width="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ZanardyTeorista"&gt;ZanardyTeorista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SheenaLiam"&gt;SheenaLiam&lt;/a&gt; No kidding...especially if you're from Malaysia...I wonder why I was born in Subang instead of Upper East Side in New York...-.-&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SheenaLiam"&gt;&lt;img height="48" alt="Sheena Liam" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/217303507/DSC02996_normal.JPG" width="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SheenaLiam"&gt;SheenaLiam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ZanardyTeorista"&gt;ZanardyTeorista&lt;/a&gt; Its so hard being fans from SE Asia yes? All Mika's concerts are in Europe and its driving me crazy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So it’s certainly a wonder. But here’s the thing, if you read to the bottom of this post then you will realize it’s all just mindless ramblings and also a time waster.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-894310385004860915?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/894310385004860915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=894310385004860915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/894310385004860915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/894310385004860915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-provoking-nonsense.html' title='Thought provoking nonsense…'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-8551402389482739291</id><published>2009-07-20T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:04:03.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prodigal Son Returns…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So on the last Saturday, I made my return to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. It was a 6 hour 55 minute flight back from Adelaide. So what did I do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Movies-On-Demand:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Duplicity&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Monsters Vs. Aliens&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;12 Rounds (halfway)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TV-On-Demand:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Fresh Prince of Bel Air&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Chuck&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Music-On-Demand:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Taylor Swift – Fearless&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Taylor Swift – You Belong With Me&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Taylor Swift – Love Story&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Taylor Swift – White Horse&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Taylor Swift feat. Colbie Caillat – Breathe&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Taylor Swift – Change&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Demi Lovato – La La Land&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Demi Lovato – Don’t Forget&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Demi Lovato – Get Back&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Kings of Leon – Use Somebody&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Zee Avi – Bitter Heart&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Zee Avi – Kantoi&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Zee Avi – Is This The End?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well that is as far as I remember. I also remember sleeping during take off and eating rice and chicken and drinking a lot of Pepsi on the flight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The damnest thing happened at the airport. My mum and I were boarding the aerotrain. Then, the train didn’t move. Technical errors. But after the airport, my bro and dad picked us up and we headed to the mamak where I had a teh ‘o’ ais and garlic naan with tandoori.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anything else worth noting over the weekend?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh I got Assasin’s Creed and I’m also currently working on a list. The contents? I’ll explain in the next post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-8551402389482739291?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/8551402389482739291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=8551402389482739291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8551402389482739291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8551402389482739291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/prodigal-son-returns.html' title='The Prodigal Son Returns…'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-1754466872470418244</id><published>2009-07-17T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:00:38.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide: Day IV</title><content type='html'>What a day it has been. Woke up, showered, had a takeaway Big Mac for brunch. Then, we went for a tour at 1 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour began on the bus ride. Can't remember the first few minutes because I fell asleep. But I do remember waking up at the summit of a hill. The view looked amazing but it's not like I could enjoy as we were only given 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got in the bus again. The guy drops us off at some German village in the middle of freakin' nowhere. We had tea and pastries in a German bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later, we made our way to dinner at a Malaysian restaurant. I love that place. Decent food and service with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went shopping again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last night in Adelaide. Can't wait to get on that plane back to KL tomorrow! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-1754466872470418244?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/1754466872470418244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=1754466872470418244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1754466872470418244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1754466872470418244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/adelaide-day-iv.html' title='Adelaide: Day IV'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-8074601844946333100</id><published>2009-07-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:34:03.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide: Day III</title><content type='html'>Early morning today. Finally fulfilled the main purpose of the trip and visited UniSA. It was ok, really nice campus and not like the crappy office building at Taylors. My only problem is that the campus is really in the middle of nowhere. Other than that, the facilities are good like a cafe, library, production room and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After UniSA was over, we went to the seaside. It's not too far from the hotel by tram. There is a jetty there and the view is really spectacular. They have shops there although they're very simple. It was cold but sort of worth freezing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time on the 16th floor again. There is absolutely nothing to do at the Executive Lounge. The view from there is nothing but cars stuck in traffic at night. No TV. Internet usage is to be paid for. But why do we still go there? Maybe the little snacks. Free alcohol which I don't drink, free food when all I eat are cucumbers and bread. Just nice to sit there and chill though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, for dinner which my mum forced me to eat, we walked around Chinatown which is nearby the hotel. Finally settled at an Italian restaurant. I ordered a Fettucine Carbonara without bacon. The taste? Well, it was pretty tasteless. It was basically pasta with cream and cheese. But of all the things, we went to order take-away at of all places, a Malaysian restaurant. The guy running it is actually Singaporean but he's been in Adelaide for 21 years. Ordered a nasi goreng and ate at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second last day tomorrow. Tour of the hills at 1 PM, more shopping after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to come home suprisingly...I miss home. Idiotic drivers, posers, underage clubbers (posers), potholes, my PS3, my friends, and PROPER FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-8074601844946333100?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/8074601844946333100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=8074601844946333100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8074601844946333100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8074601844946333100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/adelaide-day-iii.html' title='Adelaide: Day III'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-8312329004558014259</id><published>2009-07-15T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:34:22.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide: Day II</title><content type='html'>Interesting day today, woke up quite early especially for my timing. Coincidentally, my mum and grandma woke up at just about the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened today? Well I went to Rundle Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the tram from the hotel which is free, we headed to Rundle Mall which is supposed to be Adelaide's premier shopping mall. The thing is the mall does not necessarily look like a mall. More like a collection of shops outdoors. Nothing much though, 2-story Ripcurl, Toys 'R Us, Myers, Target, Borders, and several music shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing much. Only got 1 t-shirt from Ripcurl and it was on a 30% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I went back to the hotel alone and watched tv while playing The Sims 3. I was watching this really interesting show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sl29AArdyOI/AAAAAAAAANI/egY4GnjGgxw/s1600-h/dollhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sl29AArdyOI/AAAAAAAAANI/egY4GnjGgxw/s320/dollhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646939520714978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dollhouse is about these real life people whom are made into dolls at this house. The house caters to the upper class of society and is said to help fulfill fantasies. However, that is a front for something that will most probably be revealed in later episodes seeing as this is just the Australian premiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, went to the Executive Lounge. Nothing much, just a free flow of food and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came back to the room for room service dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hanging out with my mum and grandma, they always make me laugh when they're bickering about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gonna do what I came here to do tomorrow. Hopefully UniSA has something to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-8312329004558014259?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/8312329004558014259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=8312329004558014259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8312329004558014259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8312329004558014259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/adelaide-day-ii.html' title='Adelaide: Day II'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sl29AArdyOI/AAAAAAAAANI/egY4GnjGgxw/s72-c/dollhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-8470908957649101327</id><published>2009-07-14T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:21:15.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide: Day I</title><content type='html'>It is now roughly 5:30 PM here in the South Australian airspace. Naturally in the sleepy town of Adelaide, things are very quiet about now. So I sit here and ponder what has transpired leading up to this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left KLIA for Adelaide International Airport at 10:30 PM (KL Time), during that 6 hour 30 minutes flight, I watched 'Taken', listened to music and attempted to lose myself in my own subconsciousness. Falling in and out of sleep so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, customs was rather fast. Certainly in comparison to Malaysian Customs. But waiting for the luggage was a pain but then again I guess Economy Class passengers have to play second fiddle to Business Class and First Class passengers. Then, finally got our bags and the driver took us to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the Hilton, it was 7:00 AM (Aussie Time), and as expected, we couldn't check in. So we waited, I had coffee but was started to get annoyed. We sat at that cafe for 4 hours before finally being able to go to the room. I immediately made a B-Line for the bed because I was just so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after waking up, I showered when we headed out to find food. Not exactly much to eat at Central Market Arcade, but around there there is an Italian restaurant, Oyster Bar, and last but certainly not least, a Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the room now, Hilton gave us some free gifts. Malt whiskey, red wine, and fruit. The alcohol is probably good for the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best start but we'll see what happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-8470908957649101327?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/8470908957649101327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=8470908957649101327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8470908957649101327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8470908957649101327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/adelaide-day-i.html' title='Adelaide: Day I'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-4573995234423302278</id><published>2009-07-08T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:57:02.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering for a Day</title><content type='html'>This morning has got to mark the worst morning of 2009 thus far for me. Oh and I missed the ECS II exam today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept last night at 11:30 PM, woke up at 6:00 AM, tried to go back to sleep till I gave up at 7:15 AM. Got out of bed and could barely stand and was barely aware of my surroundings. Hell, I couldn't even recognize whether it was Demi Lovato or Taylor Swift playing on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside my room to get a drink and my mum is outside. She looks at me with concern. Takes my temperature. All I remember was I had a high fever. Lied down, and my mum put a wet towel on my forehead while I watched Michael Jackson's Memorial on CNN. Then she took me to the clinic. I felt so terrible, I wore shorts outside of Valencia for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloodshot eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Major migraine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High fever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inflammation in the throat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Waited at the damn clinic for 1 1/2 hours just to see the doctor for 5 minutes. Got my medicine, left for home. Showered, had brunch, took medicine, proceeded to sleep in a room with the air-con and fan turned off while wearing a hoody with Die Hard 4.0 on TV. Fell asleep. Woke up drenched in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took more pills. Decided to go online. Then went for another temperature check-up. Temperature dropped to 37.1 degrees. Had butterscotch bread and tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better now although I still have a mild headache. But if all goes well, I should be making my return to college tomorrow for the MMH and MS exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a medical certificate for today and tomorrow. But I hope I don't have to use tomorrow's MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks for the get well wishes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-4573995234423302278?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/4573995234423302278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=4573995234423302278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4573995234423302278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4573995234423302278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/07/suffering-for-day.html' title='Suffering for a Day'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2896405160988744127</id><published>2009-06-21T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:07:21.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Dead?</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, a very Happy Father's Day to all dads, pops, and papas... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I learned that Final Fantasy VII was released on the PlayStation Network for 10 Euros...so I went on PSN via the PS3...what did I find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Final Fantasy VII International Edition (Japanese Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I searched high and low for the English version but to no avail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me very very sad =(&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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5h774U9qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xJL3FMaqLfg/s1600-h/Final+Fantasy+VII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5h774U9qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xJL3FMaqLfg/s320/Final+Fantasy+VII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349821089676850850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final Fantasy VII&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5iWO4rXLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ah3nGsSRJUI/s1600-h/FF7+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5iWO4rXLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ah3nGsSRJUI/s320/FF7+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349821541455191218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5idQ80E2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9V0eLrwcSMo/s1600-h/FF7+2.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5idQ80E2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9V0eLrwcSMo/s320/FF7+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349821662268494690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granted the graphics can be quite an eyesore but it was 1997. But the gameplay even by today's standards is one of the best ever. The storyline of the game was so compelling they made a movie and several other games that are related to the original PlayStation classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5lqCTyzgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UDrnQGnEThY/s1600-h/Final_Fantasy_VII-_Advent_Children_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5lqCTyzgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UDrnQGnEThY/s320/Final_Fantasy_VII-_Advent_Children_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349825180211531266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5l6r6BInI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NDyBqhiKp6s/s1600-h/Dirge+of+Cerberus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5l6r6BInI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NDyBqhiKp6s/s320/Dirge+of+Cerberus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349825466255614578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5mOdMzJUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X7kpGGf9M64/s1600-h/Crisis+Core.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5mOdMzJUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X7kpGGf9M64/s320/Crisis+Core.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349825805905241410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5mlSioy3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1RxeV82LINg/s1600-h/Before+Crisis.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5mlSioy3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1RxeV82LINg/s320/Before+Crisis.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349826198181038962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final Fantasy VII: Before Crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So with all this in mind in an act of complete an utter desperation. A craving to play arguably the greatest game ever made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5nNEPsjbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bQkQeFwXxIY/s1600-h/DSC00733.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5nNEPsjbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bQkQeFwXxIY/s320/DSC00733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349826881538264498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I brought my PS One back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5nl9efRiI/AAAAAAAAANA/HZkBA0u_JiQ/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5nl9efRiI/AAAAAAAAANA/HZkBA0u_JiQ/s320/DSC00734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349827309217990178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What can I say? Girls have Edward Cullen, Omer has Linkin Park, and I have Final Fantasy VII...everyone is bias towards something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2896405160988744127?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2896405160988744127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2896405160988744127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2896405160988744127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2896405160988744127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-dead.html' title='Back From The Dead?'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sj5h774U9qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xJL3FMaqLfg/s72-c/Final+Fantasy+VII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-6021770868271158116</id><published>2009-06-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:10:39.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Prototype and Superpowers...</title><content type='html'>So recently I just bought this game called 'Prototype'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SjUa2tFdWqI/AAAAAAAAALw/BOdn2aBOj7c/s1600-h/Prototype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SjUa2tFdWqI/AAAAAAAAALw/BOdn2aBOj7c/s320/Prototype.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347209659690080930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of the game is relatively simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You control a guy named Alex Mercer, he is one of the employees at a government run research lab called Gentek in New York City. One day, he woke up in a morgue without a memory but with superhuman abilities. The superhuman abilities are planted there through a virus. The object of the game? Find the person who started the outbreak of the virus and kill him or her. Oh and did I mention that the government has branded you a killer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your abilities in the game is to shape-shift, which is really useful when the government sends assault choppers after you. Just grab a pedestrian or military personnel, devour him or her and absorb his or her appearance or memory. Simple right? Didn't think so. Aside from that, you sprint twice as fast as a Bugatti Veyron, run up buildings, crash from insane heights and survive. The gore in the game is also tremendous. Shift your arm into a giant cleaver and slice the living sh*t out of people. Good clean fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this got me to thinking, what would it be like if I had superpowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would my powers be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've always like Hiro Nakamura's ability to bend the space-time continuum. To put it plainly, to teleport and control time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that power, I'll never be late for college. Just wake up, take a shower, freeze time, teleport, and pick a seat. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam? Pfft. Freeze time. Take out a text book or reference note. Start copying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments due and I forgot to do them? Go back in time, finish it while the other me relaxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money a problem? Freeze time. Look for some rich looking bugger. Take his cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy is irritating me? Freeze time. Teleport him to a jungle in Nicaragua. Leave him there for an hour or so then bring him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that ability, I won't have to go through traffic, I'll never be late, and I'll always be getting a 4.00 GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&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/_MG0tzJMpod4/SjUgqfxqnHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Tse_ryUFPhM/s1600-h/00-3oh3-want-advance-2008-420_int.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SjUgqfxqnHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Tse_ryUFPhM/s320/00-3oh3-want-advance-2008-420_int.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347216047028739186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't Trust Me&lt;br /&gt;30H!3&lt;br /&gt;Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-6021770868271158116?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/6021770868271158116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=6021770868271158116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6021770868271158116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6021770868271158116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-prototype-and-superpowers.html' title='Of Prototype and Superpowers...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SjUa2tFdWqI/AAAAAAAAALw/BOdn2aBOj7c/s72-c/Prototype.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2223347568270078598</id><published>2009-06-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:55:34.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of The Major Scums of Earth : Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>It seriously pisses me off when people feel that they have a right to judge your character or moral values based on your interests. Seriously WHAT THE FUCK gives them the right to do so!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.veo.tv/wp-content/gossip-girl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 484px;" src="http://www.veo.tv/wp-content/gossip-girl.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I watch Gossip Girl. Why? Because I find entertainment in it, that's it! Since when was a TV Series supposed to be anything but entertainment. But when I say to people, guys especially that I like Gossip Girl they probably think of me as queer, soft, or girlish. It's because of all these FUCKING STEREOTYPES in society that stops us from expressing ourselves in a way that we really want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SikigiiFUvI/AAAAAAAAALg/6vOjY565JBs/s1600-h/Taylor+%26+I+at+her+18th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SikigiiFUvI/AAAAAAAAALg/6vOjY565JBs/s320/Taylor+%26+I+at+her+18th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343840375272723186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's one thing that people seem to enjoy criticizing me about...MY FANTASIES!!! I take pride in my fantasies pretending that I have celebrity status so what the fuck difference does it make in your life! Yes I actually take some time from my day to plan out what's happening next in my fantasy world! You don't like it leave me alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Siki0WojK-I/AAAAAAAAALo/FwP9O97M7_U/s1600-h/Taylor+Floral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Siki0WojK-I/AAAAAAAAALo/FwP9O97M7_U/s320/Taylor+Floral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343840715676003298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and here's the cherry on top of the cake. I like Taylor Swift! I like her music! I like her personality! I like her looks! I like talking about her!! It's one thing to make fun of me once in a while because of this!! But not continuously to the point where I get pissed off beyond compare!!! I admit I'm emotionally unstable, does it affect you? NO!!! So you know what, go ahead and criticize me, judge me if you want! I'm no longer gonna argue about this crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It maybe human nature to stereotype!!! Hell...I do it to!!! But I keep it inside!!! Not tell the whole world about it like it's a fucking natural disaster!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-uJJqGAj8o/SK0IseErGCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ctqBzHsx8a4/s400/Taylor+Swift+-+Beautiful+Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-uJJqGAj8o/SK0IseErGCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ctqBzHsx8a4/s400/Taylor+Swift+-+Beautiful+Eyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm Only Me When I'm With You&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Eyes EP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2223347568270078598?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2223347568270078598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2223347568270078598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2223347568270078598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2223347568270078598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-of-major-scums-of-earth-stereotypes.html' title='One of The Major Scums of Earth : Stereotypes'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SikigiiFUvI/AAAAAAAAALg/6vOjY565JBs/s72-c/Taylor+%26+I+at+her+18th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-25943837813833992</id><published>2009-05-17T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:06:30.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See My Reflection Change....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, what a roller coaster of a week this has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watched Star Trek at Cineleisure's Platinum Class with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to do a 'ad' for Big Apple with Sheena.&lt;br /&gt;- Finished my Mass Comm Assignment.&lt;br /&gt;- Had Aris Bundchen over for a jy-hudding session.&lt;br /&gt;- Studying for Malaysian Media History Exam.&lt;br /&gt;- FAILED my Undang Test by 2 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movieposterdb.com/posters/09_02/2009/796366/l_796366_6228793d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 387px;" src="http://www.movieposterdb.com/posters/09_02/2009/796366/l_796366_6228793d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Star Trek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last movie I watched in the cinema is 'He's Just Not That Into You'. The last movie I watched in GSC Gold Class was 'Punisher: War Zone'. Last night, my brother and I went to watch 'Star Trek' in Cineleisure's Platinum Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_waCx_4VI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wf1QEFvRE60/s1600-h/DSC00651.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_waCx_4VI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wf1QEFvRE60/s320/DSC00651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748413671170386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum Movie Suites Ticket Holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The movie was pretty damn good I must say, not sure if I can speak for the Star Trek fans but I really enjoyed it. My brother told me that the only troubling thing about the movie is that they are rewriting the history of Star Trek. But I just think they're exposing Star Trek to the younger generation. All in all, the movie was a good blend of humor and action from beginning to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teorista's Rating: 4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at ViVo with my brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_x8xSsa-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/y203wx9I46M/s1600-h/DSC00649.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_x8xSsa-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/y203wx9I46M/s320/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336750109783518178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_ySEaRvtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/O1SqlQwzXes/s1600-h/DSC00650.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_ySEaRvtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/O1SqlQwzXes/s320/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336750475692850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_yjSkbgwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BYl4i7bLI00/s1600-h/DSC00652.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_yjSkbgwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BYl4i7bLI00/s320/DSC00652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336750771551306498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_y7VSPYxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p8YWscHRY5g/s1600-h/DSC00653.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_y7VSPYxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p8YWscHRY5g/s320/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336751184597181202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_zO1NGZdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IgS1vFYWs9A/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_zO1NGZdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IgS1vFYWs9A/s320/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336751519583069650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_zjki1tnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Da_iRhdPriE/s1600-h/DSC00655.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_zjki1tnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Da_iRhdPriE/s320/DSC00655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336751875888100978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Apple with Sheena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_z7ZPW5wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vTiPtHpX3Vo/s1600-h/DSC00648.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_z7ZPW5wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vTiPtHpX3Vo/s320/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336752285170460418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_0O8f1EmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gDRgSPeqyFc/s1600-h/DSC00645.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_0O8f1EmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gDRgSPeqyFc/s320/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336752621052301922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_0k6Z9nJI/AAAAAAAAALA/scJGkomE6WY/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_0k6Z9nJI/AAAAAAAAALA/scJGkomE6WY/s320/DSC00644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336752998447946898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation between Aris Bundchen and myself which stirred up a lot of emotions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aris: Z, I gotta tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: What up?&lt;br /&gt;Aris: I had a dream the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: About?&lt;br /&gt;Aris: You and Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: What about me and Taylor?&lt;br /&gt;Aris: You guys broke up but I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: Ok....and what happened in the dream?&lt;br /&gt;Aris: Well I visited you then I visited Taylor in Nashville seeing as we're friends.&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: Ok....and?&lt;br /&gt;Aris: She asked me to spend the night at her place...&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: Did anything happen?&lt;br /&gt;Aris: Well we fell asleep on the same bed but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy: ...I see....how did I react to this?&lt;br /&gt;Aris: I don't know, that's why I wanna get your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction was simple...anger...I used several examples to sum up how the situation will progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.daemonstv.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/go108a_0083b-bb783e0b-t3.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.daemonstv.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/go108a_0083b-bb783e0b-t3.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably the best way to sum it up, Blair and Serena had a little spat at the beginning of Season 1 of Gossip Girl because Serena slept with Blair's then boyfriend Nathaniel. Later on, over time, they became the best of friends once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00745/Triple_H_745719a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 460px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00745/Triple_H_745719a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back when Evolution was still running and Randy Orton won the World Heavyweight Championship for the first time, Triple H and Evolution betrayed Orton out of sheer jealousy. Fast forward to 2009, Orton gets his revenge by taking out Vince McMahon (Triple H's father-in-law), Shane McMahon (Triple H's brother-in-law), and Stephanie McMahon (Triple H's wife) and also injuring Triple H and winning the WWE Championship from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.tinypic.com/14uhl7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/14uhl7d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cloud was in love with Aerith, Sephiroth killed Aerith. Cloud kills Sephiroth. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2719508555_68c151193d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2719508555_68c151193d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke Skywalker was pissed at Darth Vader for threatening to turn Princess Leia. Luke fought like a man possesed and ended up chopping Vader's arm off. Then The Emporer tried to kill Luke but Vader saved his son by killing The Emporer. Thus an understanding, and forgiveness was reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't finished studying for MMH yet so gonna get started after posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://softporal.ucoz.ru/Music/TaylorSwift-FearlessUKEdition2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://softporal.ucoz.ru/Music/TaylorSwift-FearlessUKEdition2009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-25943837813833992?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/25943837813833992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=25943837813833992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/25943837813833992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/25943837813833992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/05/see-my-reflection-change.html' title='See My Reflection Change....'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sg_waCx_4VI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wf1QEFvRE60/s72-c/DSC00651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-6857813620545384337</id><published>2009-04-22T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:48:21.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ? KTM?</title><content type='html'>Last week, I'm proud to say that I, Zanardy Teorista, rode on the KTM for my first time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this just to go to Rebekah's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a strenuous activity.  Went to The Gardens at 3:00 pm, had lunch at Food Garden and walked non-stop from 3:30pm till 5:15pm alone. Then, met up with Phil and Jun-Elle only to continue walking till 5:30pm from which we met Wei Wen and proceeded to the KTM Terminal with no rest whatsoever. Got into the KTM at 5:45pm with no seat available. Arrived at the next station and had to transit to the next train to Subang. It was 6:00pm, I had not seated since lunch. Waited 45 minutes for the next train. But when we wanted to board, it was like a prison riot. Cops, people pushing and yelling. This one lady in particular was scary. Her arm was stuck in the crowd of people that wanted to get out of the train. When she finally got free, she screamed "You people are so stupid la!!!". Just like that, the 4 of us decided to take a cab instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8moJc4_MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/I8l9xM0EE4E/s1600-h/DSC00536.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8moJc4_MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/I8l9xM0EE4E/s320/DSC00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519355376303298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Wen's sad attempt at camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later, we arrived at college where Jerrenn was eagerly waiting for us with his white chariot...I mean...white Proton Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerrenn is a without a doubt a safe driver and he gets very vocal to those idiots on the road. For example, there was this lady that cut in Jerrenn's lane that day and he was like "Eh, f*ck you la!" or something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7:50, we finally arrived (for a party that started at 6:00pm). Most of them were already there. Some people arrived later. It was fun, people left early though. Till it was down to Sheena, Evonne, Omer, myself, and Rebekah's posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 10:30...enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8plJpUMUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HC2VcUCOCPM/s1600-h/DSC00542.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8plJpUMUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HC2VcUCOCPM/s320/DSC00542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327522602423693634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evonne systematically dissecting a chicken wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8run7wRjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bRmJGCNrnGA/s1600-h/DSC02872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8run7wRjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bRmJGCNrnGA/s320/DSC02872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327524964196173362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Wen, Jerrenn, Me, Evonne, Omer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8sIRu924I/AAAAAAAAAI4/JNmi3LAt7TQ/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8sIRu924I/AAAAAAAAAI4/JNmi3LAt7TQ/s320/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327525404913556354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jun-Elle's attempt at being a paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8s8z3WF9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0w3ova5LnfA/s1600-h/DSC02865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8s8z3WF9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0w3ova5LnfA/s320/DSC02865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327526307428702162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheena barbie-ing with some Pakistani guy in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8t_qp8FHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xcqFJstSCCo/s1600-h/DSC02886.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8t_qp8FHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xcqFJstSCCo/s320/DSC02886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327527456007787634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken in Sheena's car, I look high and Evonne looks plastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-6857813620545384337?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/6857813620545384337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=6857813620545384337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6857813620545384337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6857813620545384337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/04/bbq-ktm.html' title='BBQ? KTM?'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Se8moJc4_MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/I8l9xM0EE4E/s72-c/DSC00536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-2094326339100722827</id><published>2009-04-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:00:18.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Long Week...</title><content type='html'>This has by far been one of the most unhealthiest weeks of my life. On Tuesday, my Malaysian Media History group (Jun-Elle, Wei Wen, Phil, and Jerrenn) went to Video-Ezy at Sunway Pyramid and much to many people's surprise bought classic P. Ramlee films and some of the current films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/filemgambar.php?id=552"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/filemgambar.php?id=552" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laksamana Do Re Mi...ugh the torture...Zam Zam Alakazam indeed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://saladinconvoy.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/lang_buana_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 674px;" src="http://saladinconvoy.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/lang_buana_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Senario: Lang Buana...fell asleep watching this...20 minutes in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/ms/thumb/d/d4/Pontianak_hsm_02.jpg/200px-Pontianak_hsm_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/ms/thumb/d/d4/Pontianak_hsm_02.jpg/200px-Pontianak_hsm_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pontianak: Harum Sundal Malam...by far one of the most freakiest films I ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That same day, we went to eat McD. Thus, the inauguration of my unhealthy week. I bought new game that same though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/14030/837333-godfatherii_cover_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 368px;" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/14030/837333-godfatherii_cover_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Godfather II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't care what anybody says, this game is awesome...not as good as Grand Theft Auto IV or Metal Gear solid 4: Guns of The Patriots or even Resident Evil 5. But I enjoy it. I give it a 4/5. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SeoEKF004LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5WOhP4yoOxg/s1600-h/15042009118.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/SeoEKF004LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5WOhP4yoOxg/s320/15042009118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326074080727982258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo at Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958378707_724823707_2437721_2018208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958378707_724823707_2437721_2018208_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Wei Wen got Allan Wu's autograph on our tees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958308707_724823707_2437707_4445912_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958308707_724823707_2437707_4445912_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team Shamalama Ding Dong and Allan Wu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958288707_724823707_2437704_2472612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958288707_724823707_2437704_2472612_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team Shamalama Ding Dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958373707_724823707_2437720_7583181_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958373707_724823707_2437720_7583181_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting the ink on my tee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958368707_724823707_2437719_4072331_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958368707_724823707_2437719_4072331_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With this, Wei Wen has fulfilled his life's purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958323707_724823707_2437710_618195_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2895_84958323707_724823707_2437710_618195_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rashid Salleh meets Team Shamalama Ding Dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll upload the photos from my first day in KTM and Rebekah's party soon! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-2094326339100722827?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/2094326339100722827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=2094326339100722827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2094326339100722827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/2094326339100722827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-long-week.html' title='A Very Long Week...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SeoEKF004LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5WOhP4yoOxg/s72-c/15042009118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3991831560814878939</id><published>2009-03-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:48:08.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Stories</title><content type='html'>Hello readers...or myself cause I seem to be vain enough to read my own blog...anyway...here I am bringing BS (Breaking Stories) to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 with an F-Bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know on the E! Entertainment Channel, you have a wide selection of reality shows, such as Denise Richards: It's Complicated, Keeping Up With The Kardashians, etc. But 'Across The Pond' has become the highest rated televised reality series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SdC7dD1TJKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UmGq2HhXSmM/s1600-h/Across+The+Pond+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SdC7dD1TJKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UmGq2HhXSmM/s320/Across+The+Pond+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318957267844015266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series has already been nominated for 'Best Reality TV Series' for a Golden Globe and an Academy Award and has won a Teen Choice Award for 'Best Reality Show' outlasting 'The Hills', 'Keeping Up With The Kardashians', and 'Kimora: Life on The Fab Lane'. Now, according to TV Guide, 'Across The Pond' is the highest rated show on the E! Network. The show revolves around the professional lives of Aris Bundchen and Zanardy Teorista. It airs Tuesday 9 PM Eastern, 5 PM Central on E! Entertainment Telivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2e80ebf5231a2b2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2e80ebf5231a2b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330100822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D19D9517CE6562E49C03FA8A8CB1C2B3F35976C.1E23F69446C3EEFE2681BA5D1B5074F1069EC6C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2e80ebf5231a2b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWGi5d3GId4TfHIRYgznii1wl6Wk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2e80ebf5231a2b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330100822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D19D9517CE6562E49C03FA8A8CB1C2B3F35976C.1E23F69446C3EEFE2681BA5D1B5074F1069EC6C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2e80ebf5231a2b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWGi5d3GId4TfHIRYgznii1wl6Wk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak preview at 'Across The Pond'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown assaults Zac Efron...The World Celebrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, Chris Brown had been charged with domestic dispute against Rihanna, however 2 nights ago, at a local Los Angeles club, Chris Brown allegedly assaulted Zac Efron. The assault began because Efron criticised Brown on how his career his fallling apart. Brown apparently, beat Efron to a pulp while and topped it off by biting Efron at where his manhood is to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now time for a segment called TRUE or FALSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Jonas is gay?&lt;br /&gt;SO TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Tuck Bass to star in The Fast &amp;amp; Furious 5?&lt;br /&gt;SO TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy Teorista a role model for kids?&lt;br /&gt;SO FALSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see who was SEEN &amp;amp; HEARD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SdDCf63fCDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oH7tbEc9sBI/s1600-h/2624_82382790195_541705195_2830664_8335484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SdDCf63fCDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oH7tbEc9sBI/s320/2624_82382790195_541705195_2830664_8335484_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318965013558265906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aris Bundchen spotted with Kristin Kreuk at LAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SdDC9JQBuLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SnOzK9jaXd8/s1600-h/Taylor+%26+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SdDC9JQBuLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SnOzK9jaXd8/s320/Taylor+%26+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318965515635505330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zanardy Teorista and Taylor Swift at a Malaysian award show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's that...if it's BS you want, we have plenty...&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/5802833730898486797-3991831560814878939?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a2e80ebf5231a2b2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3991831560814878939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3991831560814878939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3991831560814878939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3991831560814878939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-stories.html' title='Breaking Stories'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SdC7dD1TJKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UmGq2HhXSmM/s72-c/Across+The+Pond+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3519472058815707522</id><published>2009-03-29T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:01:12.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zanardy Teorista vs Perez Hilton</title><content type='html'>Perez Hilton, eat your heart out, cause there's a new celebrity blogger online. Me. That's right, a nobody like me is gonna attempt to do your job. I may be the underdog in this battle but it doesn't matter cause I'm bored at home =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the battle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sc-Sw2OPuBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mvV40oq99C4/s1600-h/Zanardy+Teorista+vs+Perez+Hilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sc-Sw2OPuBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mvV40oq99C4/s320/Zanardy+Teorista+vs+Perez+Hilton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318631052834486290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton or Mario Armando Lavandeira, Jr. is an American Blogger and a Telivision Personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanardy Teorista or Zanardy Putra Annuar is a Malaysian Blogger and a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale of The Tape:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perez is an established celebrity gossip blogger and also a well known personality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perez has numerous contacts in Hollywood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zanardy is a communication student at Taylors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experience edge to Perez.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Age advantage to Zanardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zanardy issues challenge will Perez accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sc-YEP9hE3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/w8lyWssH67E/s1600-h/n688742943_1608883_4839718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sc-YEP9hE3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/w8lyWssH67E/s320/n688742943_1608883_4839718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636883719295858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zanardy Teorista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth name: Zanardy Putra Annuar&lt;br /&gt;Born on: November 26, 1991 (Age 17)&lt;br /&gt;Born in: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Period active: 2008 - Present&lt;br /&gt;Official site: talesofatheorist.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sc-ZFDB3fxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZfD19Gn0ojU/s1600-h/1_21_hilton_perez_and_paris1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sc-ZFDB3fxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZfD19Gn0ojU/s320/1_21_hilton_perez_and_paris1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318637996939378450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth name: Mario Armando Lavandeira, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Born on: March 23, 1978 (Age 31)&lt;br /&gt;Born in: Miami, Florida, U.S&lt;br /&gt;Period active: 2005 - present&lt;br /&gt;Official site: www.perezhilton.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you say Perez? Yes or No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-3519472058815707522?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3519472058815707522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3519472058815707522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3519472058815707522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3519472058815707522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/zanardy-teorista-vs-perez-hilton.html' title='Zanardy Teorista vs Perez Hilton'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sc-Sw2OPuBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mvV40oq99C4/s72-c/Zanardy+Teorista+vs+Perez+Hilton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-4796684801493845583</id><published>2009-03-25T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:24:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored and in desperate need for socialism? Welcome to my world....</title><content type='html'>It has been at least 19 days since I left college...so far the person I've text the most is Evonne (14 texts), I've only text 3 people altogether (Omer, Evonne, Sheena), and with the others well, we keep in contact through Facebook...but even with that..I feel that I've dropped under the radar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScoccSmWsMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Fn8rvOL9PUw/s1600-h/n660760657_1971123_5379421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScoccSmWsMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Fn8rvOL9PUw/s320/n660760657_1971123_5379421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317093582418915522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last photo from college, Mark &amp;amp; I look conjoint at the head 0_0&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew the ratio between guys and girls until I saw this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been about 16 days since I came back from Port Dickson...I've totally lost contact with Korea since then...hell I ain't even talking to her on Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScofeiQpN9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/CgKFi70daTs/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScofeiQpN9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/CgKFi70daTs/s320/DSC00459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317096919517444050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best group photo from the trip...this was at the karaoke bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of Korea, I wonder what happened to Winston....the last time I saw him was when him, Aris, and your's truly went to watch Bride Wars (it's has 2 hot chicks starring, that's the only reason we watched)...I should really give him a call...the last time we spoke was SPM result day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 5 days since I saw Aris, we played Army of Two and I killed him out of frustration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I'm doing is sitting home, on my ass either in front of the laptop or in front of the TV...sometimes both at the same time...when I'm online I'm on Facebook, if not then on YouTube, if not then on Photoshop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I went out today, sure it was from 9:30 till 11:30, but at least I went out and it was productive...I finally register for driving lessons!!! FINALLY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-4796684801493845583?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/4796684801493845583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=4796684801493845583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4796684801493845583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4796684801493845583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored-and-in-desperate-need-for.html' title='Bored and in desperate need for socialism? Welcome to my world....'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScoccSmWsMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Fn8rvOL9PUw/s72-c/n660760657_1971123_5379421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-6225445349279166722</id><published>2009-03-23T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:25:55.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E! News? Paparazzi? Money?</title><content type='html'>So I was just thinking while watching E! News, what my life would be like if I was a celebrity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I would date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfe1tYuxFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JSgh5aFboXc/s1600-h/Taylor+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfe1tYuxFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JSgh5aFboXc/s320/Taylor+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316462899431916626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScffEBSrIGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KFDnZ7hwjSk/s1600-h/Olivia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScffEBSrIGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KFDnZ7hwjSk/s320/Olivia+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316463145293389922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olivia Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScffS68QVhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0mhQ8aCIVnM/s1600-h/Keira+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScffS68QVhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0mhQ8aCIVnM/s320/Keira+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316463401286784530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keira Knightley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfgEgA5Z1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/QCpEkqdgTZc/s1600-h/JoJo+2.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfgEgA5Z1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/QCpEkqdgTZc/s320/JoJo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316464253051955026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfgqlVEMwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-bnaVyvmMGM/s1600-h/Leighton+Meester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfgqlVEMwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-bnaVyvmMGM/s320/Leighton+Meester.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316464907313754882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfiYhA66CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vUw-_07Kr-w/s1600-h/Annasophia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfiYhA66CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vUw-_07Kr-w/s320/Annasophia+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316466795941128226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annasophia Robb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfiz3onwxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/S-PzqkV6CIg/s1600-h/Stacy+Keibler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfiz3onwxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/S-PzqkV6CIg/s320/Stacy+Keibler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316467265869693714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stacy Keibler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfkc0Y2v8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SBLFYlPZ-eo/s1600-h/Ciara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfkc0Y2v8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SBLFYlPZ-eo/s320/Ciara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316469068884524994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfmYOllr1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PwFaV4vYN8Y/s1600-h/Rachel+Bilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfmYOllr1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PwFaV4vYN8Y/s320/Rachel+Bilson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316471189041164114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel Bilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cars I would drive:&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/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfnJISdq_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nSdIqNasvmA/s1600-h/Lamborghini+Reventon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfnJISdq_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nSdIqNasvmA/s320/Lamborghini+Reventon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316472029163924466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lamborghini Reventon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfoiLq4mJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PXASGp5eN0I/s1600-h/Aston+Martin+DBS.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfoiLq4mJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PXASGp5eN0I/s320/Aston+Martin+DBS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473559080016018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aston Martin DBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfpPOr36TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZEGQgzjNFI0/s1600-h/Mercedes+SLR+McLaren.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfpPOr36TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZEGQgzjNFI0/s320/Mercedes+SLR+McLaren.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316474332983585074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mercedes SLR McLaren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfqL_qo1OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jvR3jAh07VA/s1600-h/BMW+M6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfqL_qo1OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jvR3jAh07VA/s320/BMW+M6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316475376923890914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BMW M6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfqp4BdImI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SwZs_jNfQq8/s1600-h/Land+Rover+LRX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfqp4BdImI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SwZs_jNfQq8/s320/Land+Rover+LRX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316475890268185186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Land Rover LRX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfv9n6b3FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1XQSttTTo18/s1600-h/The+Tumbler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfv9n6b3FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1XQSttTTo18/s320/The+Tumbler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316481727099296850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tumbler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Places I would live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfsB3QUXlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BOLRKGYzjuU/s1600-h/Central+Park,+NY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfsB3QUXlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BOLRKGYzjuU/s320/Central+Park,+NY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316477401890578002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penthouse Apartment overlooking Central Park in New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfs7YBCu4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IwnajShRSxw/s1600-h/Malibu,+CA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfs7YBCu4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IwnajShRSxw/s320/Malibu,+CA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316478389937421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Modern House in Malibu, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScftpEEed9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/m-GE95miIVc/s1600-h/Madrid,+Spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScftpEEed9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/m-GE95miIVc/s320/Madrid,+Spain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316479174857095122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spanish Villa in Madrid, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfuCQeGy-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/fh7Nb5--BCw/s1600-h/London,+ENG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfuCQeGy-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/fh7Nb5--BCw/s320/London,+ENG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316479607682550754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penthouse in London, England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfuuvCpAKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ve-lgGbOXyM/s1600-h/Paris,+France.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/ScfuuvCpAKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ve-lgGbOXyM/s320/Paris,+France.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316480371803095202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penthouse on Avenue Foch with a view of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-6225445349279166722?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/6225445349279166722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=6225445349279166722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6225445349279166722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/6225445349279166722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/paparazzi-offshore-bank-accounts.html' title='E! News? Paparazzi? Money?'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Scfe1tYuxFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JSgh5aFboXc/s72-c/Taylor+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3887899234929424134</id><published>2009-03-22T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:06:44.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I think about when I'm alone...</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently having a LONG break, the type where each day goes by ever so slowly. During this time, if I'm not at 1 Utama, I'm at home. So here's a list of what's been happening in my life thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I've seen during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;- Dragonball : Evolution&lt;br /&gt;- Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;- Race To Witch Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I've been during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;- Avillion, Port Dickson&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Utama&lt;br /&gt;- Aris' Crib&lt;br /&gt;- Pavillion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I've met during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;- Aris&lt;br /&gt;- Ajid&lt;br /&gt;- Kelly&lt;br /&gt;- Brian&lt;br /&gt;- Alysha&lt;br /&gt;- Hani&lt;br /&gt;- Oja&lt;br /&gt;- Haiqal&lt;br /&gt;- Adam&lt;br /&gt;- Raja&lt;br /&gt;- Jia Wei&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games I've played during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;- Grand Theft Auto IV&lt;br /&gt;- Skate 2&lt;br /&gt;- Army of Two&lt;br /&gt;- WWE Smackdown! vs Raw 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Pro Evolution Soccer 8 Demo&lt;br /&gt;- Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of The Patriots&lt;br /&gt;- Counter Strike: Source&lt;br /&gt;- Street Fighter IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had for dinner last night - Tom Yam Bihun, Fresh Coconut, Spring rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today at 2:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Slept last night at 5:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;- College&lt;br /&gt;- Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;- Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;- What game to play&lt;br /&gt;- What game to buy&lt;br /&gt;- An old friend&lt;br /&gt;- When I'm gonna register for driving license&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore&lt;br /&gt;- Why TV nowadays is mostly crap&lt;br /&gt;- How 'The Hills' is actually entertaining&lt;br /&gt;- How Batman-Superman movie poster in I Am Legend is an inside joke&lt;br /&gt;- Her&lt;br /&gt;- When I'm gonna buy 'The Long Halloween'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Shows I've watched today:&lt;br /&gt;- 42 Ways To Kill Hitler&lt;br /&gt;- The Hills&lt;br /&gt;- E! News&lt;br /&gt;- Snoop Dogg's Father Hood&lt;br /&gt;- Asia Uncut&lt;br /&gt;- Jimmy Kimmel Live&lt;br /&gt;- American Idol&lt;br /&gt;- CSI: Crime Scene Investigation&lt;br /&gt;- Megastructures&lt;br /&gt;- [V] Countdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I've watched in the last 7 days:&lt;br /&gt;- Ghost Rider&lt;br /&gt;- John Rambo&lt;br /&gt;- Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;- Race To Witch Mountain&lt;br /&gt;- I Am Legend&lt;br /&gt;- Perfect Stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events that occurred the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;- My brother's visit&lt;br /&gt;- Aris &amp;amp; I play Army of Two......again&lt;br /&gt;- Writing this post which nobodies gonna read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizz in My Pants&lt;br /&gt;The Lonely Island&lt;br /&gt;Incredibad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-3887899234929424134?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3887899234929424134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3887899234929424134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3887899234929424134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3887899234929424134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-think-about-when-im-alone.html' title='Things I think about when I&apos;m alone...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3487438348681270993</id><published>2009-03-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:57:26.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's Semester 1 Academic Results</title><content type='html'>Before anyone asks, here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Information Technology - B&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Human Communication  - A-&lt;br /&gt;English For College Studies I  - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester Average - 3.59&lt;br /&gt;Cumulative Average - 3.59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward of course to another semester with all the crazy people in FCOMM!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Round&lt;br /&gt;Flo-Rida feat. Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;R.O.O.T.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-3487438348681270993?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3487438348681270993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3487438348681270993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3487438348681270993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3487438348681270993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylors-semester-1-academic-results.html' title='Taylor&apos;s Semester 1 Academic Results'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-1495424531673040256</id><published>2009-03-17T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:50:06.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An obsession with the word 'Pavillion'...</title><content type='html'>Unless you're not Malaysian, you would've heard of Pavillion....you know...the shopping mall where only rich assholes go to buy RM 500+ worth of designer goods...well then again, dumbasses who can't afford the stuff there go there to (rempits)....well last Sunday, I went to Pavillion with my mom to have brunch with my grandparents &amp;amp; my 2 year old cousin Jayden, because apparently there is this really good chicken rice place there....anyway...when I arrived my mom and I first entered Armani Xchange...dialog goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh look Zanardy! Armani Xchange has a sale!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok let's go and look.&lt;br /&gt;*Enter shop and look around*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mom, there's a nice jacket here and 20% discount some more.&lt;br /&gt;*Mom looks at jacket*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No Zanardy, it's RM 500.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK then, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;*Leave*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued walking around and my mom asks me if I need new shoes and who am I to say no? So we go to Converse, I see a pair with the coveted 'New Arrival' tag. I ask for a size 10 and just like that, new Black &amp;amp; White Converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue walking around, entering Topman, Tommy Hilfiger, etc. All not to buy anything because of the number on the price tag. Until we walked into Zara...I saw this jacket...it REALLY liked it and then my mom bought it for me.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus came brunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lot of people may not know is my grandpa has this aura about him, one that makes me fear and respect him. He's kinda like the Don Corleone of my family and he gave me an offer I couldn't refuse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: So what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: For your results.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...er...um...well I'm going to Austrailia for studies next year...&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: So?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well if you could pay for my fees it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: That one no problem...but seriously, what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...er...&lt;br /&gt;Mom: He originally wanted a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Zanardy, do you want a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well...yes..but....&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Ok then after this we go buy.&lt;br /&gt;*My eyes damn near pop out of my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bought an HP Pavillion Entertainment PC in Pavillion...I was in shock and couldn't stand because I somewhat felt I didn't deserve it until my grandpa said "Don't worry, you deserve it." I just smiled, I was speechless beyond compare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sb9j-znYUoI/AAAAAAAAADw/sJ5sy29svi4/s1600-h/DSC00511.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sb9j-znYUoI/AAAAAAAAADw/sJ5sy29svi4/s320/DSC00511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314076015978893954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Computer is personal again... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-1495424531673040256?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/1495424531673040256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=1495424531673040256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1495424531673040256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/1495424531673040256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsession-with-word-pavillion.html' title='An obsession with the word &apos;Pavillion&apos;...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/Sb9j-znYUoI/AAAAAAAAADw/sJ5sy29svi4/s72-c/DSC00511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7561312771129133712</id><published>2009-03-13T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:47:18.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxis? Dragonball? Hoegaarden? Results?</title><content type='html'>Wow, this has been one roller coaster of a week...where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAXIS BROADBAND &amp;amp; FACEBOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fuck man, I hate using this Maxis Broadband simply because it's just so slow but I guess I have to make do with what I got. My laptop is busted and currently under service, but my mum's gonna buy me a new one, an Asus one to be precise. How am I blogging now? By using Aris' Compaq while he's performing mass murder in GTA IV. Speaking of technoligicailities, I don't get the big deal about Windows Vista, I'm using Vista right now and it's not giving me any problems. Still, Windows Seven is coming out next year and it's said to be quite a good OS. But I can't wait until next year to get a computer, I need one now or I can't check my Facebook.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACE TO WITCH- ER....DRAGONBALL : EVOLUTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So after I got my SPM results I went to One Utama with full intent on watching Race To Witch Mountain, but instead of getting AnnaSophia Robb, I got Jamie Chung (Not that I'm complaining ;)). I went to watch Dragonball:Evolution thinking that it was gonna be the biggest flop of 2009 but I was wrong...the cinematics of course were brilliant and it was produced by Stephen Chow!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOEGAARDEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoegaarden is a beer and I drank it...nuff said...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to talk about my results...here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Melayu - C6&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Inggeris - A1&lt;br /&gt;Pendidikan Islam - C6&lt;br /&gt;Mathemathics - C5&lt;br /&gt;Science - B3&lt;br /&gt;Pendidikan Seni Visual - B4&lt;br /&gt;Perdagangan - D7&lt;br /&gt;Ekonomi Asas - D7&lt;br /&gt;English For Science &amp;amp; Technology - B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with that said, get off my fucking case and for those of you who are thinking wow judging by his results he must be disappointed, I'm not. I'm not disappointed and to those of you who probably think I don't care, it's true I don't. As for Winston, for you special case. I lost to Hani. If she's reading this, I say congratulations and move on. So Winston, go fuck yourself in your Sprinter cause nobody is gonna give a fuck about my SPM results in the near future anyway. I realise I'm being hostile but I'm just bloody irritated with "How many (A)s?" and I go like "One", and they go like "Oh...". For those of you who are even remotely thinking that, FUCK OFF!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-7561312771129133712?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7561312771129133712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7561312771129133712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7561312771129133712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7561312771129133712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/maxis-dragonball-hoegaarden-results.html' title='Maxis? Dragonball? Hoegaarden? Results?'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-316879051425007246</id><published>2009-03-07T00:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:25:36.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Reunions, The End, and Island Paradise</title><content type='html'>3 days ago, I met Kelly and Brian at 1 Utama...we went there to watch Watchmen....I don't why there was so much hype about it, in fact people in the cinema left halfway, and why wouldn't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was a long 2 hours and 45 minutes, later we were looking for Brian's dad's present...we searched high and low in search of all things, a tie...yes typical dad's gift...then we were looking for a place to eat...but seeing as how we were all on a low budget our options were somewhat limited, we eventually went to the food court...Kelly had Asam Laksa, Brian had Pan Mee, and I had a big portion of fried carrot cake...around 10 o'clock we left, well they did anyway and left me behind...wasn't all bad though...I ran into one of Korea's friends...engaged in a lovely conversation about Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I had ECS exam, and it was also the last day of the semester...we took pictures, I got an 'A' in my overall ECS performance and so on...*sigh*...I actually already miss those guys...sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, I made the long haul over to Port Dickson...I'm staying in the lovely Avillion hotel, from which I'm blogging via it's business center...what have i done here so far? Went to the polluted beach, build sand castles, ate probably the worst Caesar Salad ever, karaoke, taken pictures....hmmm.....what else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I guess...nothing else...I'm headed back to KL tomorrow (yay!)...where my laptop is shot and I'll have nothing to do...so yeah...that's that... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-316879051425007246?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/316879051425007246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=316879051425007246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/316879051425007246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/316879051425007246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-reunions-end-and-island-paradise.html' title='Of Reunions, The End, and Island Paradise'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-4393868437985840605</id><published>2009-02-08T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:24:29.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire? ECS? Anger Management? Flirting?</title><content type='html'>Time for a little week review and when I say 'week review' I mean what happened on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start? I had an Anger Management session...yes me...in anger management...I scratch my head and say "I don't have a f*cking anger problem!!!". Although I did manage to make a video during that very long 2 hour session. Er, let's see...what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right! On that very same day there was a fire in the building. I mean the alarm rang but nobody bother or much less cared until Omer got the call and thus making the fire legitimate. As we were walking down from the 10th floor, I was amazed by how most people don't seem to know the protocol for when there's a fire. For example, a lot of people insisted on using the elevator during a fire warning. After the fire we went back to the lecture hall, just to countdown the seconds towards the end of ECS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is back for the long weekend, which is awesome because I was getting sick of sitting on my ass and waiting for something to happen. But aside from that he also gives me the urge to fire Dynasty Warriors 6 and kill just about everyone. I still have a major problem with his snoring though =P. But alas his grand return was short lived thanks to a dose of food poisoning from Carls Junior. Still, it's the company that mattters right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as it relates to the flirting, well, there's a story behind too. A couple of days ago, some Malay chick added me. At first, I wasn't really intrested because her name makes her sound like one of them tudung girls (and if you're reading, sorry!). I mean no offense, but I don't think my brain would allow me to date any girl wearing a tudung. Again to those of you reading who do wear tudungs, I apologize. Moving on, she proceeded to ask me very intimate questions and also compliment my looks (thanks again!). But the last time someone told me I was cute, she turned out to be...what's the word?...more towards an investment that requires major development (and if you're reading, I'm REALLY sorry!!!). I actually wanted to ask if she was flirting with me...but unfortunately Facebook Chat and Dynasty Warriors 6 can be a very bad combo. But alas, she seems to be a really nice girl and entertaining her may not be too bad....at least...I hope so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-4393868437985840605?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/4393868437985840605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=4393868437985840605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4393868437985840605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/4393868437985840605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-ecs-anger-management-flirting.html' title='Fire? ECS? Anger Management? Flirting?'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-9099030021548796813</id><published>2009-02-01T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:44:18.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Information Technologies and other useless things</title><content type='html'>I'm now in the college library attempting what I think is a lost cause: studying for my IT exam... yeah that's right...I have an IT exam coming and I'm posting this very mundane and very el crappo post on a blog which no one actually reads.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe out of sheer boredom, or maybe it's because I'm just a freaking lazy ass bum who can care less, or maybe I read it twice and all I remember is 'AI has 3 parts: Virtual Reality, Knowledge-based (expert) something, and robotics.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is that the more I try, my brain will fry eventually and obviously that isn't good, especially since I slept at 2:00 am and woke up at 5:30 am just because of insomnia. My biggest mistake I think was waking up and immediately turning on Dynasty Warriors 6 and played from bed (ah the wonders of a TV remote and a wireless PS3 controller =P) because after I turned it off, my head started spinning. I stopped playing at 6:15 am, it is now 12:37 pm and my head is STILL partially spinning and in a matter of 22 minutes, I have an IT exam. Whoop-dee-fricken-doo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that I had to sneak in the library because I forgot to bring my ID (yes I became Solid Snake for about a minute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that that the IT exam will have very basic questions because honestly I think I on the edge of a lunatic fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel a bit guilty though, cause the girls seem to be studying like there's no tomorrow and I'm here half dead and making an el crappo post that no one will read except me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have left to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...MOTHERLESS GOAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-9099030021548796813?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/9099030021548796813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=9099030021548796813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/9099030021548796813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/9099030021548796813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-information-technologies-and-other.html' title='Of Information Technologies and other useless things'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3208882191354313185</id><published>2009-01-31T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:49:30.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a College Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSHisDGsnI/AAAAAAAAABI/VOQ6fJo4KE4/s1600-h/Confessions+of+a+College+Student.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSHisDGsnI/AAAAAAAAABI/VOQ6fJo4KE4/s320/Confessions+of+a+College+Student.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297508091704029810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I post the self-proclaimed long awaited 'Confessions of a College Student' post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...college life is like a breath of fresh morning air...literally. I used to wake up at 6:30 am and left the house at 7:20 am. But now, I wake up at 6:00 am and leave by 7:00 am, every week, Mondays till Thursdays. As problematic, it may sound it actually gets more problematic because at school it was just the same old uniform everyday. In college, you have the freedom to actually pick out your apparel and that alone takes about 10 minutes maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long 45 minute drive (the U-Turn being the biggest pain in the ass), I arrive. Every time I walk towards the entrance I always notice the 7-11 to my left which is currently one of my greatest allies. As I proceed further, I see a mamak. Normally, my new found associates can be found there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my associates, they are a bunch of people who will ALWAYS voice out their opinions. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSLvKNpdwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wn-QsPmdldg/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSLvKNpdwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wn-QsPmdldg/s320/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297512704006256386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Phil is a one of those guys who can be the strong silent type (in another word: emo) or he can be the cheery happy-go-lucky guy who is just filled with sarcasm. But in any case, The Phil is a really cool guy and I pity the guy or girl who crosses him. All of us look up to him for guidance.&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/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSNrXvIqdI/AAAAAAAAABY/B8hLPdWnQoo/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSNrXvIqdI/AAAAAAAAABY/B8hLPdWnQoo/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297514837940152786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about Omer? Well, aside from being the guy who seems to enjoy mocking and pissing people off...he's actually not such a bad guy. He's one of those very rare type of people who actually want to get to know the people he meets. He's also got a knack for turning almost every action and/or sentence into a sexual reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSRHiLQ5GI/AAAAAAAAABg/TJg9UPELxAo/s1600-h/DSC00278.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSRHiLQ5GI/AAAAAAAAABg/TJg9UPELxAo/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297518620313707618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sheena (a.k.a The Amazon), really stands out in the group...literally. She's taller than me (then again, I'm quite short) and it REALLY doesn't help when she likes to wear heels. She has an incredible talent for making turning a lot of things into dirty thoughts. She's also really into architecture, like cathedrals and stuff.&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/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYUq-7FZjoI/AAAAAAAAABo/Fkyu-0o7kY4/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYUq-7FZjoI/AAAAAAAAABo/Fkyu-0o7kY4/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297687797171850882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evonne is really the true definition behind the phrase "Don't judge a book by it's cover". Why? Simple. At first glance, she looks to be a very typically innocent kind of girl. But once you truly get to know her then most of her innermost desires comes out. For example, at first glance she doesn't look to be the type who's obsessed  with balls but she is (especially the bouncy ones). Also obsessed with cook books (which she never uses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYU39lJpKsI/AAAAAAAAABw/9Im1JqSC9p0/s1600-h/n539374149_1414638_5127.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYU39lJpKsI/AAAAAAAAABw/9Im1JqSC9p0/s320/n539374149_1414638_5127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297702067755363010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nee, what can I say about Nee? Well aside from her being from Maldives, I think the picture speaks for itself but if I have to put her in words I think one of the qualities that really stand out is her ability to be friendly, that and she laughs at most of my lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can think of one quality that all of them share is that they are all very genuine people and without question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYVudkhUo6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FL7qjdr7zO8/s1600-h/Cherry+Poppers.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/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYVudkhUo6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FL7qjdr7zO8/s320/Cherry+Poppers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297761990969959330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...I consider them my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: More college posts coming soon!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-3208882191354313185?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3208882191354313185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3208882191354313185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3208882191354313185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3208882191354313185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/01/confessions-of-college-student.html' title='Confessions of a College Student'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SYSHisDGsnI/AAAAAAAAABI/VOQ6fJo4KE4/s72-c/Confessions+of+a+College+Student.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-9082433141898602834</id><published>2009-01-22T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:11:39.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Me &amp; You II</title><content type='html'>The last time I left the story, it was left hanging...but now I finally found my answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you are completely gone....it seems that a wake up call was all I needed but I realize now that if our destinies were not fated to intertwine then it's fine...for a brief moment, I felt skeptical because at 1 time you meant so much to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I feel is clarity, we're not meant for each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day our paths will cross again...but when the time comes...I will look no longer look upon you with the eyes of a man seeking your love...but I'll look upon you with eyes as clear as water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with me and you...then it was just you and not me...&lt;br /&gt;but now...&lt;br /&gt;it's about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than a decade, I finally have learned to let go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-9082433141898602834?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/9082433141898602834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=9082433141898602834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/9082433141898602834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/9082433141898602834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-me-you-ii.html' title='The Story of Me &amp; You II'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-8788804068167407846</id><published>2009-01-18T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:20:51.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob: The Man who Cannot Die...Unless he wants to...</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about Bob....Bob is a made up character by me....he is an average man with a not so average life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob walks down the street one day and he is followed by closely by bystanders behind his back...unfortunately Bob doesn't like to be followed....he isn't much of a people person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he turns around and takes out a bazooka from his ...uh...POCKET!! BOOM!!! He blows them sky high and seemingly out of nowhere...the authorities show up with shotguns and start blasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob then starts firing the bazooka at the police without any signs of limitation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Bob runs out of ammo and makes a run for it...until suddenly a truck crashes into him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob survives but is then pinned down by the cops....he gives up eventually is arrested...the background fades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One second later, he is released and repeats the same process again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob get's bored and shuts down 6 hours later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-8788804068167407846?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/8788804068167407846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=8788804068167407846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8788804068167407846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/8788804068167407846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2009/01/bob-man-who-cannot-dieunless-he-wants.html' title='Bob: The Man who Cannot Die...Unless he wants to...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-7449544892325999553</id><published>2008-12-30T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:36:49.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections: Moments in 2008</title><content type='html'>Before I begin, I just want to say this isn't like any of my other posts where it's very deep and poetic...this is basically the reflection of 2008...shall we begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WELCOME TO FORM 5 WORDSWORTH&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     First day of my last year in school, I'll never forget the faces I've met...5 Wordsworth will&lt;br /&gt;     always hold a lot of memories for me...most good and some bad...like playing music during art&lt;br /&gt;     class, listening to the iPod during English, and ponteng-ing classes...I'm sure gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;     class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NICE TO MEET YOU COLBIE CAILLAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Colbie Caillat had come down to Malaysia for a showcase at The Curve, sponsored by X-Pax.&lt;br /&gt;     It just so happened that I was at the right place, at the right time. I was out for dinner with&lt;br /&gt;     my parents at The Curve and had no intention of going to a showcase in the first place but one&lt;br /&gt;     thing let to another and the next thing I knew, I was face-to-face, getting an autograph from&lt;br /&gt;     Colbie Caillat. This was a definite highlight of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. NOTHING LIKE BROTHERLY LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My family is far from normal, but reuniting with both of my brothers after at least 5-6 years&lt;br /&gt;    was still a personal highlight for me. Although short-lived, it still was a special moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. MTV ASIA MUSIC AWARDS 2008 MALAYSIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This was my first time going to an award show, much less, an MTV award show. This was just&lt;br /&gt;     before an exam so the pressure was on. But somehow, seeing people like Jared Leto, Leona&lt;br /&gt;     Lewis, The Pussycat Dolls, The Script, The Click Five, and Panic! At The Disco LIVE...well&lt;br /&gt;     that just took the pressure away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. XVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A painful and embarrassing memory to revisit, but nonetheless, still a highlight. I will never&lt;br /&gt;    understand the power girls have on guys. But the girl codenamed 'XVI' definitely had me in&lt;br /&gt;    a trance. I was so hooked on her that I actually attempted to pursue her. But unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;    the pursuit turned out to be one of the most humiliating parts of my life. Oh well, at least I&lt;br /&gt;    learned something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. STALKER/ADMIRER SITUATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This situation mostly started by accident. I was searching for a book in my desk when I came&lt;br /&gt;    across a little note. It had a number on it. At first, I thought this was some kind of joke because&lt;br /&gt;    I never thought anybody was interested in me. But as my curiosity grew, I called the number.&lt;br /&gt;    So this girl, said her friend had a crush on me. Being the very shallow person that I am, I was&lt;br /&gt;    hoping the girl was hot, but sometimes in life you never seem to get what you desire. For 3&lt;br /&gt;    months, she shadowed my movement. Hell, I even got a call from her in the middle of SPM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For 23 painstaking days, I endured what can only be described as torture being dragged. I was&lt;br /&gt;    miserable. I counted everyday pass by...slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SONY PLAYSTATION 3 80 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Call me a geek if you want, but the only that kept me strong throughout SPM was the fact that&lt;br /&gt;    at the end of it, I was finally going to play on my PS3. The first game I ever put in my PS3 was&lt;br /&gt;    Grand Theft Auto IV. Getting used to the new SIXAXIS controller was tough. But eventually I&lt;br /&gt;    got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SRI KDU PROM 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Going with no date and high hopes was a blunder on my part and agreeing to a request to&lt;br /&gt;    sitting at a table full of people with dates...well that was strike 2....I was so miserable, I finished&lt;br /&gt;    8 glasses of water and even stepped out halfway just to get a dry martini at the bar. But when&lt;br /&gt;    I hit the dance floor, it may have been the alcohol, but I danced the night away and what&lt;br /&gt;    started as a miserable night, ended with a BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. THE END OF THE METAL GEAR SOLID SAGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Hideo Kojima is one of the greatest pioneers in gaming and his legacy will forever be&lt;br /&gt;       cemented as the man who created the Metal Gear Solid Saga. A tribute to Hideo was when&lt;br /&gt;       I completed Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots and thus, finishing every single game in&lt;br /&gt;       the Metal Gear Solid Saga. Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots had one of the most&lt;br /&gt;       compelling storylines in gaming ever. The game hit me so emotionally that I shed a few&lt;br /&gt;       tears during a cutscene. Definitely a highlight worth mentioning in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. SRI AMAN PROM 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Nothing much to say here...when I bought the ticket...I had only 1 person in my mind...this&lt;br /&gt;      prom to me was nothing more than oppurtunity...but unfortunately my oppurtunity was&lt;br /&gt;      snatched from me by the 'Land of Oppurtunity'. So the statement that the USA takes things&lt;br /&gt;      from other countries is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. SONY BRAVIA 32''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       HD Ready. 1080 Pixels. Bravia engine. The perfect partner for my PS3. The Army of Two&lt;br /&gt;       had finally completed their mission in HD. Thus, this marked the beginning of a new world...&lt;br /&gt;       a new world in High Definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. TAYLOR'S UNIVERSITY COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Enrolling for college is one huge step in life, and that's exactly what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the greatest moments of 2008. But let's not dwell on the past and usher a new year. New beginnings, new oppurtunities, new regrets, new experiences. Yeah, I'm ready for 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-7449544892325999553?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/7449544892325999553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=7449544892325999553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7449544892325999553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/7449544892325999553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflections-moments-in-2008.html' title='Reflections: Moments in 2008'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-3395914320667329637</id><published>2008-12-18T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:58:15.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of You &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>It was a long time ago that our paths crossed...you were shining in the light as I could only gawk from the shadows as you walked on by...you're angelic beauty that left me in an almost comatose state...I tried to step into your light at one time...and you shared it with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, we parted ways due to reasons beyond our control...we were so young...but even as we parted...I was grateful you shared your light with me...I was grateful for every second you were around me...I always boasted about our time together...even though back then...they never understood what we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God...our paths crossed again...but the flame that burned when we were together was extinguished...I struggled to adapt in a new environment...with new faces and a new hope....although it may have been a struggle...the hope that you would once again share your light with me was enough to keep me going...as things around us started to change...there was always a constant...I still had that unexplainable sensation whenever you were around me...what we had was a beautiful secret...but the purity of that secret was disrupted when people used it for their own personal gain...but I kept it pure...just so that you would not feel any discomfort...when we were alone together for the first time in years...we reminisce about the past...although we never embraced the main part of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next chapter of our lives...our paths crossed once again...slowly...I tried rebuilding what was left in shambles between us...however...to me...it seemed like you were pushing me away everytime I came close to you...until eventually...I stopped trying...because I felt that was what you wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew, I tried to let go of you once and for all...but still...there was something inside me...a desire for you to share your light with me again...I gave it my final attempt...but still...you repelled me...at that time...I began thinking of you as nothing more than a phase...even though I saw you as a phase...it was still heartbreak for me to see you share your light with someone other than me...the mere fact that you pushed me away, only to fall into the arms of another left me in complete shambles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the months turned to years...I began to fix my broken heart and move on...even if it did hurt every now and then to see you with another...in an attempt to sever all ties between us...I became someone I never was...a person who inspires sin...I became a demon to break away from an angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...I did it...I moved on...it took me months and months...but I finally moved on...I lived my life and you lived yours...until a rumor started floating around...the rumor that your light was once again your own...but it was already too late...I had moved on...my friends tried to convince me that I still had feelings for you...but I worked hard at it and buried those feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed, we eventually parted ways once again...until one fine day...a mutual friend had told me that you asked about me...this sparked curiosity and slowly those feeling I buried began to resurface...I may have had a glimmer of hope...I may have thought that we might have been able to reunite...but all that has left me with a question: "Do you want to share your light with me again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story has been left hanging...hopefully...one day...the answer will present itself...but right now...I feel that...it is best that answer be hidden...because my feelings for you remain undecided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the story of you and me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-3395914320667329637?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/3395914320667329637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=3395914320667329637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3395914320667329637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/3395914320667329637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-of-you-me.html' title='The Story of You &amp; Me'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802833730898486797.post-9083495410028491432</id><published>2008-12-18T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:36:23.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty life...</title><content type='html'>I've got this empty life...&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea on where it's headed...&lt;br /&gt;Between love and lost...&lt;br /&gt;Anger and sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Guilt and hatred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this empty life...&lt;br /&gt;Can't figure out what to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;Some may see grief...&lt;br /&gt;But I see opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity for happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this empty life...&lt;br /&gt;I want it filled with happiness...&lt;br /&gt;That's going to be a problem...&lt;br /&gt;Cause happiness is impossible...&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this empty life...&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a chance...&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;Is share this life...&lt;br /&gt;With you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this empty life...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing it with you...&lt;br /&gt;If people can't accept that...&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them...&lt;br /&gt;That I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5802833730898486797-9083495410028491432?l=talesofatheorist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/feeds/9083495410028491432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5802833730898486797&amp;postID=9083495410028491432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/9083495410028491432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5802833730898486797/posts/default/9083495410028491432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofatheorist.blogspot.com/2008/12/empty-life.html' title='Empty life...'/><author><name>Zanardy Teorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678142545693787518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MG0tzJMpod4/SucorOMyJmI/AAAAAAAAASA/IW6rl-5XIRg/S220/DSC01158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
