<?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-6224762104548658676</id><updated>2011-10-09T00:53:30.566+08:00</updated><category term='bleeding love'/><category term='path'/><category term='Perak&apos;s crisis'/><category term='meeting up'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='change'/><category term='hope'/><category term='home'/><category term='you'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='decision'/><category term='hypocrisy'/><category term='cny'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='idle'/><category term='new year'/><category term='sexuality'/><category term='LGBT'/><category term='myself'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='clubbing'/><category term='touching story'/><category term='friends'/><category term='vanity'/><category term='inactive status'/><category term='story'/><category term='gay'/><category term='choice'/><category term='vocation'/><category term='doubts'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='acceptance'/><category term='coming out'/><category term='politics'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='dream'/><category term='accident'/><category term='assumption'/><category term='blog'/><category term='time'/><category term='cute guy'/><category term='food'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='struggles'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='ambush'/><category term='love'/><category term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Soul Searching For A Lonely Boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-8600368350878552090</id><published>2010-09-26T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:23:20.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>How to find out if your kid is a pre-homosexual?</title><content type='html'>Is your child destined to become a homosexual? Perhaps! Researchers looking into the onset of sexuality in children have come up with a checklist (okay, that's a serious oversimplification) to determine if your wee one is a "pre-homosexual." And it's not just whether little Billy prefers to play with Barbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific American points us to research from J. Michael Bailey, a psychologist from Northwestern University, and Canadian psychiatrist Kenneth Zucker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So on the basis of some earlier, shakier research, along with a good dose of common sense, Bailey and Zucker hypothesized that homosexuals would show an inverted pattern of sex-typed childhood behaviors (little boys preferring girls as playmates and infatuated with their mothers’ make-up kits; little girls strangely enamoured by field hockey or professional wrestling…that sort of thing). Empirically, explain the authors, there are two ways to investigate the relation between sex-typed behaviors and later sexual orientation. The first of these is to use a prospective method, in which young children displaying sex-atypical patterns are followed longitudinally into adolescence and early adulthood, such that the individual’s sexual orientation can be assessed at reproductive maturity. Usually this is done by using something like the famous Kinsey Scale, which involves a semistructured clinical interview about sexual behavior and sexual fantasies to rate people on a scale of 0 (exclusively heterosexual) to 6 (exclusively homosexual). I’m a solid 6; I often say that I wanted to get out of a vagina at one point in my life, but ever since then I’ve never had the slightest interest in going back into one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research is actually somewhat old (1995) but has been expounded upon by further studies. Which are slightly uncomfortable to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Another caveat is that researchers in this area readily concede that there are probably multiple—and no doubt very complicated—developmental routes to adult homosexuality. Heritable, biological factors interact with environmental experiences to produce phenotypic outcomes, and this is no less true for sexual orientation than it is for any other within-population variable. Since the prospective and retrospective data discussed in the foregoing studies often reveal very early emerging traits in prehomosexuals, however, those children who show pronounced sex-atypical behaviors may have “more” of a genetic loading to their homosexuality, whereas gay adults who were sex-typical as children might trace their homosexuality more directly to particular childhood experiences. For example, in a rather stunning case of what I’ll call “say-it-isn’t-so science”—science that produces data that rebel against popular, politically correct, or emotionally appealing sentiments—controversial new findings published earlier this year in the Archives of Sexual Behavior hint intriguingly that men—but not women—who were sexually abused as children are significantly more likely than non-abused males to have had homosexual relationships as adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to think "Oh god, tell me that Richard Cohen isn't right." And the other part of me thinks, "If all these bigots really don't want their sons to turn out gay, they'll actually work harder to keep their kids safe from pedophiles. Like those in the Catholic Church."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-8600368350878552090?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8600368350878552090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-find-out-if-your-kid-is-pre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8600368350878552090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8600368350878552090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-find-out-if-your-kid-is-pre.html' title='How to find out if your kid is a pre-homosexual?'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-8726544709265843438</id><published>2010-06-13T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:20:01.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qb1wlfDh34I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qb1wlfDh34I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-8726544709265843438?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8726544709265843438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/acceptance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8726544709265843438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8726544709265843438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-3891461578691691311</id><published>2010-04-02T23:27:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:33:05.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><title type='text'>一张小抄·一个阿嬷的勇敢故事</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A very touching story about a brave mother who travelled half the globe to find her daughter and grandchildren. The story was turned into an advertisement short clip by acclaimed director Thanonchai Sornsrivichai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;母爱就是如此伟大~&lt;br /&gt;才知道这支广告是请来了全世界排名第一的坎城金奖泰国导演塔诺在（Thanonchai Sornsriwichai）拍摄的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;转贴：一张小抄·一个阿嬷的勇敢故事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为采访，到过许多地方、遇见许多人、听到许多故事...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006年12月14日，深夜11 点24 分，我和摄影小咼在美国洛杉矶国际机场，排队等通关。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从萨尔瓦多飞来这，很自然地，队伍几乎都是拉丁美洲人，除了我、摄影小咼， 还有那位排在队伍前头、背着一个贴有" 徐鶯瑞" 字样的欧巴桑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她那张大大的A4 纸，实在很难不引起他人注意，&lt;br /&gt;原因不只是白纸黑字太过醒目，&lt;br /&gt;更是因为那张A4纸，是用细细的透明胶带，捆了几十圈，&lt;br /&gt;狠狠地黏在她的黑色包包上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很 " 俗"，可不是？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 一定是大陆客 "，我心里这样想着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YRT-H7FVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4NpW12YZQNM/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YRT-H7FVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4NpW12YZQNM/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455567033397351762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那位"徐鶯瑞"不时回过头来，注意着我和小咼，而我和小咼两人嘴里聊的是宏都拉斯的采访心得，心里却同时注意到这位有点" 俗"的阿嬷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;队伍是以S 型的方式前进，在一个转弯处，" 徐鶯瑞" 和我们有了最近的距离，这时，她突然转过头来问我：「你会不会说国语？」我点了点头，她立刻把一张纸递到我手上，同时，指着营光笔画的一行字：『我要在洛杉矶出境，有朋友在外接我』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"徐鶯瑞" 问我，过海关是不是应该比这一行？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我看到那张小抄的当下，我的眼泪差点飙了下来....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YRpxySCGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4suPEXv9Ygw/s1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YRpxySCGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4suPEXv9Ygw/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455567408042477666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼前的这位，原本我以为"很俗"的阿嬷， &lt;br /&gt;其实是一位为了探视女儿， &lt;br /&gt;带着小抄、换了四班飞机、闯了半个地球的"勇敢的台湾阿嬷"！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被揉得烂烂的小抄，每一行中文字都会用绿色营光笔标示出来，方便阿嬷阅读； &lt;br /&gt;小抄第一行，用中文写着『我要到哥斯大黎加看女儿，请问是在这里转机吗？ 』 &lt;br /&gt;接下来的一行是英文翻译，第三行则是西班牙翻译。 &lt;br /&gt;第二题的中文是『我要去领行李，能不能带我去，谢谢！ 』 &lt;br /&gt;然后又是英文及西班牙语的翻译。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这张像是考前重点提示的纸，明显地告诉我， &lt;br /&gt;这位夹在拉丁美洲人群中的阿嬷， &lt;br /&gt;是带着这一张小抄，独自一人从台湾飞到哥斯大黎加！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;台湾怎么飞哥斯大黎加？ &lt;br /&gt;首先，搭十二个小时的飞机，从台北飞美国， &lt;br /&gt;然后再从美国飞五个多小时到中美洲的转运中心--萨尔瓦多， &lt;br /&gt;接着，再从萨尔瓦多飞哥斯大黎加， &lt;br /&gt;如果再加上这位阿嬷先从台南飞桃园机场， &lt;br /&gt;那么，她一共换了四班飞机。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;萨尔瓦多和哥斯大黎加讲的是西班牙语， &lt;br /&gt;这也就是为何女儿给的小抄，还得附上西班牙语。 &lt;br /&gt;只是，很多时候，遇到的状况，小抄上找不到题目。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿嬷指着另一边的队伍，告诉我， &lt;br /&gt;『我刚刚排旁边的队伍，结果他们比这边，我才又赶快来这边排队， &lt;br /&gt;我排这边对不对啊？ 』 &lt;br /&gt;我笑一笑，向她解释旁边是持美国护照，这边才是旅客的队伍， &lt;br /&gt;递回小抄，我轻轻拍了一下她的臂膀，告诉她， &lt;br /&gt;「没问题了，现在只剩下美国飞台北的回程班机，讲台语也会通呦」。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有儿子的" 徐鶯瑞" 告诉我， &lt;br /&gt;十年前，女儿跟着女婿移民到哥斯大黎加， &lt;br /&gt;这十年来，女儿只回过台湾一次，是孙子一岁时， &lt;br /&gt;现在，女儿生了第二胎，" 徐瑞莺" 特地飞到哥斯大黎加帮女儿坐月子， &lt;br /&gt;一解思念女儿及孙子的情怀。 &lt;br /&gt;原本，女儿坐完月子要陪着妈妈到洛杉矶转机， &lt;br /&gt;结果因为买不到机票而作罢。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于那张写着大大" 徐鶯瑞" 的白纸， &lt;br /&gt;是因为回台湾的华航班机是隔天下午， &lt;br /&gt;而我们抵达LA的时间是晚上十一点多， &lt;br /&gt;所以女儿特地请洛杉矶的朋友来接妈妈住一晚， &lt;br /&gt;为了方便相认，徐瑞莺特地在包包上贴了斗大的A4 纸... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知道"徐鶯瑞"的旅程，有多么困难重重吗？ &lt;br /&gt;首先，从台北飞洛杉矶转机时，必须先步出入境航厦，到隔壁大楼， &lt;br /&gt;而那栋大楼是一栋非常长的建筑物， &lt;br /&gt;你必须沿着大楼走廊的告示牌：KLM、 NW 、 TACA、 AA，等等英文缩写前进。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLM是荷兰航空， NW是西北航空、 TACA是中美洲航空、 AA 是美国航空公司， &lt;br /&gt;尽管出国经验频繁的我，对这些指示都不成问题， &lt;br /&gt;然而，当我从台北飞洛杉矶，准备转往宏都拉斯采访时， &lt;br /&gt;我和小咼吹着冷风，走在看不到尽头的长型建筑物， &lt;br /&gt;心中不断提醒自己只有一个多小时的空档可转机， &lt;br /&gt;却是怎么走，都找不到TACA(中美洲航空)的柜台， &lt;br /&gt;那当下，脑中冷静的我和挫败的我，几乎要大打出手。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一度怀疑自己会就此迷失在LA 机场， &lt;br /&gt;更遑论这位完全不懂英文、遑论西班牙语的老阿嬷， &lt;br /&gt;她一路从台北飞哥斯大黎加、再从哥斯大黎加飞回台北， &lt;br /&gt;这整路会是怎样的艰熬？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着眼前这位一度被我误认为" 很俗的大陆客" ， &lt;br /&gt;不懂英文、不懂西班牙语， &lt;br /&gt;为了女儿，勇敢地闯了这么多关，飞越半个地球， &lt;br /&gt;我的眼泪差点夺眶而出 ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事，还没结束...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YR2j_sbzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3ZXk_8gD5NY/s1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YR2j_sbzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3ZXk_8gD5NY/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455567627678936882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;徐鶯瑞耐心地排队等着过海关，&lt;br /&gt;因着记者的职业病，我拿起相机，拍下她的身影。&lt;br /&gt;为了不让小咼发现我眼眶里打转的泪水，&lt;br /&gt;我一边低头盯着数位相机，一边对小咼说，&lt;br /&gt;" 她真的好勇敢哦，&lt;br /&gt;海关看到那张纸条，一定会让她快速通关的。 "&lt;br /&gt;没想到，我话还没讲完，&lt;br /&gt;徐鶯瑞已经被带到遥远的另一端 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YSCQZ-o6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VWiNnBn7oL4/s1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YSCQZ-o6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VWiNnBn7oL4/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455567828578902946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底发生了什么事？ &lt;br /&gt;排在队伍后方的我和小咼焦急了起来， &lt;br /&gt;却，无能为力。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只能远远看着老阿嬷的我，顺着队伍慢慢前进， &lt;br /&gt;过了海关、到了行李提领区、等待领行李。 &lt;br /&gt;这时，一位年轻的机场工作人员看见我，朝我的方向快步跑了过来， &lt;br /&gt;"Do you speak Engilsh？ " 满头大汗的他用急促的音调问我， &lt;br /&gt;"Yes," 我的话还没说完，只见他的表情由慌张转为开怀， &lt;br /&gt;同时，右手轻轻拉着我的手臂，左手指向海关区的另一个角落， &lt;br /&gt;然后，用很快地速度引领着我。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心情，顿时，也轻快了起来， &lt;br /&gt;因为我发现，他要带我去的方向，正是徐鶯瑞被"扣留" 的地方； &lt;br /&gt;这位工作人员一定是因为徐莺瑞这位亚洲人完全不懂英文， &lt;br /&gt;把他弄得七荤八素； &lt;br /&gt;所以当他发现这偌大的机场里，有我这位唯一的东方女子， &lt;br /&gt;而且还点头表示听得懂他讲的语言时， &lt;br /&gt;那位机场工作人员如获救星般地兴奋。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我，比他更兴奋， &lt;br /&gt;因为终于可以去"解救"那位老婆婆了。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我终于知道， &lt;br /&gt;原来，徐鶯瑞只是少填了一张蓝色的入境申报表。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好心的海关，按着徐鶯瑞的护照，帮她填好表格里的基本资料， &lt;br /&gt;但是， "有没有带毒品，有没有带违禁品" ，海关是不可能帮忙代填的。 &lt;br /&gt;" 阿桑，莫要紧，甘呐几个问题，填一填就好了" &lt;br /&gt;我安慰着因被"扣留"而略显慌张的徐鶯瑞， &lt;br /&gt;一边快速阅览蓝色表格上的题目。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说真的，我从没好好仔细研究过这些题目， &lt;br /&gt;凡是出过国的应该都有经验， &lt;br /&gt;那些题目，就是连看都不必看，一路勾"NO"就是了。 &lt;br /&gt;问题是，机场工作人员站在我旁边，等着我帮忙翻译表格里的问题， &lt;br /&gt;我只得乖乖的一题一题地问： &lt;br /&gt;" 阿桑，妳甘有带水果？ &lt;br /&gt;"没 "她边回答边摇头。 &lt;br /&gt;我在表格"NO"的小框框里打勾，同时继续问着， &lt;br /&gt;" 那妳有带肉来美国吗？" &lt;br /&gt;"没。" &lt;br /&gt;老阿嬷像是小学生回答老师问题般，戒慎恐惧。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;问了两三题之后，我想到一个妙招， &lt;br /&gt;反正身旁的机场工作人员听不懂中文，至于台语，更是莫仔羊， &lt;br /&gt;所以我就告诉阿嬷， &lt;br /&gt;"我现在问你什么，妳通通摇头就对了， &lt;br /&gt;因为这(表格) 问的东西都是违禁品， &lt;br /&gt;我帮妳填，妳只管摇头就行了。 " &lt;br /&gt;" 好 " 徐鶯瑞点头， &lt;br /&gt;我吓了一跳，深怕工作人员看见徐鶯瑞点头，误以为她带了表格上的违禁品。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总之，我们俩开始演戏。 &lt;br /&gt;我嘴里不停地假装问问题，其实说的全是要徐鶯瑞放心的话， &lt;br /&gt;手中的笔顺着表格的题目，一项接一项地勾"NO"； &lt;br /&gt;聪明的徐鶯瑞则是不断、不断地，用力摇头。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK！终于填好了表格， &lt;br /&gt;我帮徐鶯瑞整理她手中厚厚的一叠资料， &lt;br /&gt;只留下护照、入境申报表、以及小抄，交到她手上， &lt;br /&gt;我告诉她，别担心，这次绝对没有问题！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来，徐鶯瑞再度过海关时， &lt;br /&gt;不管海关问她什么问题， &lt;br /&gt;她都非常用力、非常用力地摇头。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很好笑、 &lt;br /&gt;也很让人感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一张小抄‧一个勇敢的台湾阿嬷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YSU8ua73I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/53CIuunyb6w/s1600/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YSU8ua73I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/53CIuunyb6w/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455568149713448818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(文章來源， 作者的Blog http://www.wretch.cc/blog/clairehsiao/9736795)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This article is taken from the blog of Taiwanese FTV journalist,Claire Hsiao, who came across 阿嬷徐鶯瑞 in LAX Airport and wrote down the touching story in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZD1Bx1yPRU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZD1Bx1yPRU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-3891461578691691311?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3891461578691691311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_02.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3891461578691691311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3891461578691691311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_02.html' title='一张小抄·一个阿嬷的勇敢故事'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S7YRT-H7FVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4NpW12YZQNM/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-1230370523791672758</id><published>2010-03-31T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:09:06.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>A Mom Shares Her Son's Coming Out</title><content type='html'>It started the day my son, Justin, had a hickey on his neck. Having a fairly close relationship with Justin, I asked him about it. First of all, like most 18-year-olds, he denied it was a hickey. I quickly grounded him in reality, stating that I most certainly knew what a hickey looked like. He was flustered but also pleased to be sporting this huge purple blotch on his neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is she?" I asked. He had several friends who were girls, and I really couldn't imagine him wrestling romantically with any of them. They had always been strictly platonic. He wouldn't tell me who had delivered the hickey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being me, I started listing friends, and acquaintances, hoping to hit upon the right name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joanne? Li Ann? Hui Fen? Alicia?" He denied them all with a foolish grin. As a joke, I brought up the name of a guy friend of his, who had just recently started showing up around our house. I hadn't met Alvin yet, but I knew my son had been out with him the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alvin?" I teased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he said. But he smiled a smile that I didn't understand and left the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that for a while. As the days progressed, I started to notice some changes about Justin. He was dressing different, wearing newsboy caps, scarves, and sporting an "indie" beard. He was spending a lot of time with Alvin, to the exclusion of his other friends. I still had never met Alvin. One evening I was supposed to pick up my son from Bangsar, where he was hanging out with Alvin. I wanted to get petrol first, so I came into the parking lot through another entrance. As I pulled in to the dark lot, I thought I saw my son and another taller boy, definitely locked in embrace, up against a van in the shadows. When Justin became aware of my approaching car, he quickly pulled away from the boy and pretended like nothing had happened. He got in the car and the other boy slunk away, giving me a level, defiant stare over his shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alvin?" I asked Justin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup," he said, and changed the subject. I let it drop. I was too much in shock over what I had just seen. In fact, I started doubting immediately that I had even seen what I knew I had seen. The only thing that remained firmly lodged in my mind was Alvin's thunderous dark-eyed look, aimed directly at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next days that followed, I was haunted by that look. Alvin came over to the house, or met Justin in the car porch, but it never happened when I was around. They waited until I was at work, or somewhere else. Justin was becoming more and more flamboyant in the way he was talking, dressing and acting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Justin a note on his computer one morning, that said, basically, that all I ever wanted for him, since he was born, was to be happy and to be free to be who he was. It was a little ambiguous, I know, but I thought that if Justin was gay, that the note would tell him that I would still accept him, and that my primary desire here was his happiness. He never said anything about the note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that I was taking Justin's laundry out of the washing machine and a "gay pride" sock fell out and landed at my feet, I decided that Justin was really, really trying to tell me something. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to pin down a 18-year-old, for a heart-to-heart talk. Justin wasn't the most receptive to mother-son talks anyway, always brushing off my concerns and barely listening, since he was a little boy. But I felt strongly that he needed to have a "safe sex" talk from me more than almost anything else. I had found out that Justin lied about Alvin being 18. He was 23 and working as a freelance model. I felt that Justin might be in over his head with someone more experienced than him. I knew this wasn't going to be easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to begin, I decided to just jump in. I couldn't make my mouth form the "g" word, though. It's not that I didn't want to say it, I just didn't know how it would be received by Justin. What if he wasn't gay? Would I hurt him worse by asking him if he was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "Is Alvin more than a friend?" Justin wouldn't look at me and gave me one of his famous "non-answers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I persisted. "Because if he is, then there are things we need to talk about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin was panicking a little, "Just stop!" he begged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not stopping. I need to tell you this stuff because I love you and don't want anything to happen to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to stop!" he pleaded again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want me to stop?" I kept my voice calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned away and mumbled with a catch in his voice, "It's embarrassing." My heart broke for him. I understood what he meant. He wanted to be true to who he was, but he wasn't ready to take on the full load of being gay. He didn't want to be outed by his mother. But, in effect, he just had been outed by his mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized for bringing it up, but I also told him that if he was gay, that there were things that I had a responsibility to address, his safety being my number one priority. He said that, yes, Alvin was more than a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he couldn't tell me to stop talking anymore, that I was motivated by love, and that he was going to listen. What I told him was that I was completely okay with who he was. It didn't change anything. Justin would be Justin, until the end of time. I very lightly touched on safe sex without saying the "s" word, because saying it made him cringe visibly. And I left the conversation open, telling him that he could always come to me and that I would always be a soft place to fall. And then I backed off and stopped. I could feel that it was about as much as Justin and I could handle at that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next days that followed were hard for me to deal with. Now that I knew for sure that Justin was gay, I was terrified. I couldn't imagine a harder life for him. I knew he would be up against discrimination for the rest of his life, and my heart ached with the thought of it. I was grieving for my boy. We had always had a close and warm relationship. He was a lot like me in a lot of ways. But now, he suddenly seemed older and unreachable to me. He had crossed over to a land that I knew nothing about. I was scared and distraught. And I was surprised that I felt like that. I always assumed I was so open, and accepting, and when it came down to it, I could not understand for the life of me, why I was having such a hard time with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awkward between us for several days. I was also in the process of divorcing his father during this time and had been looking at apartments. I found one with two small bedrooms, one of which had a big closet. Justin was discussing the possibility of sharing the room with his sister, when he said, "I could always live in the closet... no... wait.... I just got out of the closet... I don't want to go back in." It was just so funny that we both burst out laughing, and suddenly all the awkwardness was gone. We were all right again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about six weeks since I found out that Justin was gay. I see him for who he really is, for the first time, and I can tell you, he's amazing. He is strong, clear-eyed and focused. Being gay is an indelible part of who he is, but that is not the only defining thing about him. He continues to see Alvin. I've met Alvin and have tried hard to work through that first impression of his sullen glance. I try to see Alvin like Justin sees him, and I hope that Alvin sees me the way that Justin sees me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my son. What he's lived through his whole life has not been easy. I'm glad that I know. I'm glad that he doesn't have to live in the shadows. He can be who he is. And he's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: I hope to have a mom like Justin's. But, alas, it's just a silly thought, I think my hope would have to remain just that – a hope to cherish.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-1230370523791672758?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1230370523791672758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-shares-her-sons-coming-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/1230370523791672758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/1230370523791672758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-shares-her-sons-coming-out.html' title='A Mom Shares Her Son&apos;s Coming Out'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-8418050534439042642</id><published>2010-03-27T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:12:23.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Little thought</title><content type='html'>"Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-8418050534439042642?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8418050534439042642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8418050534439042642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8418050534439042642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-thought.html' title='Little thought'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-2377598291329422577</id><published>2010-01-15T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:23:38.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypocrisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Between Love, Hypocrisy and Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Define love. How to define? You tell me. Believe it or not, there is no precise definition for this four letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought too great of this word. Too naive. Perhaps I'm ignorant. But ignorant &lt;em&gt;is not&lt;/em&gt; bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; too easily. Not that I'm an idiot, but I choose to 'believe'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had learnt my lesson. An invaluable lesson. It left behind a beautiful memory and an ugly scar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426662566831114434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S09g2lPgyMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aN3tBV11bTY/s320/hypocrite-love.bmp" /&gt;Between friendship and love, someone chose love. Between honesty and hypocrisy, the other one chose hypocrisy. Between friendship and hypocrisy, he chose hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426662041360010658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S09gX_tcDaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bVyuoYkeHho/s320/friendship2.jpg" /&gt;I don't mind of being a specimen of love. At least, as sung by &lt;em&gt;Beyonce&lt;/em&gt;, it was a &lt;em&gt;beautiful nightmare&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already felt very contented that &lt;em&gt;Prince Charming&lt;/em&gt; had once loved &lt;em&gt;Silly Boy&lt;/em&gt;. I believe, at that point of time, it was genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, what matters most is that we had shared some precious moment together in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*p/s: you know i will never hate you no matter what happened. all that i want is just honesty and your courage to confront me. don't feel ashamed . there is no right or wrong in a relationship. ironically, i see hypocrisy in love and friendship. five years down the road, if i happen to read back this post, i will definitely laugh at my innocent thought while reminiscing about our sweet moments. i believe you would too! i am and i will be the same Evillian that you have known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-2377598291329422577?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2377598291329422577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/between-love-hypocrisy-and-friendship.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/2377598291329422577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/2377598291329422577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/between-love-hypocrisy-and-friendship.html' title='Between Love, Hypocrisy and Friendship'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/S09g2lPgyMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aN3tBV11bTY/s72-c/hypocrite-love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-6914361662981060695</id><published>2010-01-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:28:02.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Some thoughts</title><content type='html'>Being alone is better afterall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-6914361662981060695?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6914361662981060695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/6914361662981060695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/6914361662981060695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-3091190224342462775</id><published>2010-01-07T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:30:35.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>A Dream to Cherish</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream yesterday night. My dad found out that I am gay and accepted me as who I am. I was overly joyful and tears dropped freely as I hugged my dad. Alas! I woke up only to find it  a dream. It was just a short-lived dream. How wonderful it would be if that was what happen in the reality? Unfortunately, it was just a dream to cherish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-3091190224342462775?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3091190224342462775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-to-cherish.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3091190224342462775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3091190224342462775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-to-cherish.html' title='A Dream to Cherish'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-6143854694541942647</id><published>2010-01-05T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:00:15.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeding love'/><title type='text'>In This World of Loneliness I See Your Face, I'm In Love With You!</title><content type='html'>Closed off from love, I didn't need the pain&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass before you know it you're frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened for the very first time with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted to the ground, found something true&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's looking 'round, thinking I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;And I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to hear but they talk so loud&lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears try to fill me with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that the goal is to keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's greater than the rush&lt;br /&gt;That comes with your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;And I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's draining all of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they find it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-6143854694541942647?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6143854694541942647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-this-world-of-loneliness-i-see-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/6143854694541942647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/6143854694541942647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-this-world-of-loneliness-i-see-your.html' title='In This World of Loneliness I See Your Face, I&apos;m In Love With You!'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-5282445884615385398</id><published>2010-01-04T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:26:12.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>CORUS 1001- 241209&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I shall remember for years to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-5282445884615385398?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5282445884615385398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5282445884615385398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5282445884615385398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-3612628227167187604</id><published>2010-01-01T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:14:16.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2010!</title><content type='html'>It has been a year since I started this very blog. Time flies. Definitely, I have changed a lot in the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great new year eve bash with a bunch of gay friends. Drank a lot yesterday night and really had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 2010! I hope it will be an interesting and exciting year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(p/s: Though we spent only a short time together, I really appreciate the every moment that you shared with me. I hope you feel the same. You mean a lot to me. Shall miss you dearly! &lt;em&gt;Ti amo&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-3612628227167187604?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3612628227167187604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3612628227167187604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3612628227167187604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome 2010!'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-4852798983657971606</id><published>2009-12-04T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:47:30.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>Struggles</title><content type='html'>I struggle to be who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really difficult to be my own true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough times ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-4852798983657971606?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4852798983657971606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/struggles.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/4852798983657971606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/4852798983657971606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/struggles.html' title='Struggles'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-8668693052084164952</id><published>2009-11-17T23:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:16:29.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='path'/><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write as well as other bloggers do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't update my blog as frequent as you do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't decorate my blog as beautiful as others do.&lt;br /&gt;To say that I'm busy&lt;br /&gt;and don't have time is just an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom dwell on my personal feelings,&lt;br /&gt;at least not as explicit as other bloggers do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person who doesn't reveal much.&lt;br /&gt;Even my friends don't know much about my private life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't just go around&lt;br /&gt;and tell people what I did on last Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;or who I went out with on Sun afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness has become my loyal companion since small.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom were busy with their careers.&lt;br /&gt;And they don't actually know what's my feeling being left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they don't even notice it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always keep my feelings within myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have been neglected by my parents and&lt;br /&gt;I actually hate being in a home&lt;br /&gt;where dad and mom aren't always around.&lt;br /&gt;What I desire most is not material needs&lt;br /&gt;but love and attention from my beloved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are surprised&lt;br /&gt;when I said I haven't had a relationship before.&lt;br /&gt;As shocking as it could be, this is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;I never come out to anyone, not even my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;How could people expect me to have a boyfriend then?&lt;br /&gt;I know, people have a lot to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I have finally found my perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;A person who I could rely on.&lt;br /&gt;Who I could share my happiness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Who I will shower with love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did find one finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not as perfect as the ex is.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't compare.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you like me&lt;br /&gt;because you are attracted by some part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes I sound demanding,&lt;br /&gt;but actually,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't demand much coz it's a two parties thingy.&lt;br /&gt;After all, we haven't even started officially yet.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are mutual, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I hope both of us could give each other a chance,&lt;br /&gt;at least, before you say it wouldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you share a happy and wonderful memory with him.&lt;br /&gt;And so do I hope we could write ours as well.&lt;br /&gt;I know I might sound selfish,&lt;br /&gt;but sincerely I just hope that I'm given at least a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Even a day will be sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it really hurts&lt;br /&gt;when you listen to something which you do not like,&lt;br /&gt;or which you do not expect to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But, reality is cruel at times.&lt;br /&gt;Days aren't always sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not just a guy to fill that lonely gap.&lt;br /&gt;A lacuna as it is called in law.&lt;br /&gt;You're the right guy,&lt;br /&gt;(my perfect guy)&lt;br /&gt;but somehow the timing isn't perfect,&lt;br /&gt;at least that is what you think&lt;br /&gt;(Am I correct?)&lt;br /&gt;When I read Ken's blog just now,&lt;br /&gt;somehow I could relate to what he said,&lt;br /&gt;though I haven't being in a relationship before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I do when all the signs are telling me that you no longer want me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not slow, I'm in denial.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The context might be different.&lt;br /&gt;But does it reflect the situation in which we're stuck now?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't. I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope you have faith in both of us.&lt;br /&gt;I have strong faith&lt;br /&gt;not only in myself, but also you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it is something which will happen in the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't know what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps as predicted by the Mayan Civilisation&lt;br /&gt;the world will come to an end in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what will happen in futute.&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;We will be together if it is destined to be so.&lt;br /&gt;Let God decide.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give up hope&lt;br /&gt;For I believe there is still a glimmer of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Don't shoot down any chance&lt;br /&gt;even before you know the ending&lt;br /&gt;Give both of us a chance at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world comes to an end in 2012,&lt;br /&gt;I still believe there is little hope of surviving.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I hope I will be given the chance to be in the ark.&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same theory which I wanna share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care for you more than you realise.&lt;br /&gt;I have fall for you deeper and deeper everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say the L word many times,&lt;br /&gt;but I hold back, coz I'm afraid you will be scared off.&lt;br /&gt;(But, I did remember I said it once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are afraid of being tired&lt;br /&gt;in such a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You afraid that both of us will suffer.&lt;br /&gt;But actually I'm not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Coz if I've committed into this relationship&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind making sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;I even think of going to the same place to further my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put unnecessary pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to put pressure on you in any means.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that you will understand my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame yourself,&lt;br /&gt;coz I don't hope to see you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;I won't hate you whatever happen in future&lt;br /&gt;as you have an important place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I will never hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I hope each day will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;It's not going to be an easy one.&lt;br /&gt;But, like what Robert Frost penned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I doubted if I should ever come back&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two roads diverged in a wood, and I --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*Dedicated to you, my special someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;whom I feel affection for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6224762104548658676-8668693052084164952?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8668693052084164952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-not-taken.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8668693052084164952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8668693052084164952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-4337566098960049926</id><published>2009-11-13T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:35:49.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the colours of rainbow- SEPARATE BUT NOT APART</title><content type='html'>Whether you are male or female, old or young, healthy or handicapped, or perhaps in the context of our multiracial society- Malays or non-Malays, all of us are EQUAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/Sv1gkTYt6KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ib5_PAXnCRg/s1600-h/rainbow-over-the-muldrow-glacier_1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/Sv1gkTYt6KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ib5_PAXnCRg/s320/rainbow-over-the-muldrow-glacier_1127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403581304709965986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgenders- we are like 'THE COLOURS OF RAINBOW, SEPARATE BUT NOT APART'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not discriminate people by sexuality, race, colour or creed. Instead, we shall celebrate and have pride in the diversity of which God had created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-4337566098960049926?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4337566098960049926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-colours-of-rainbow-separate-but.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/4337566098960049926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/4337566098960049926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-colours-of-rainbow-separate-but.html' title='Like the colours of rainbow- SEPARATE BUT NOT APART'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/Sv1gkTYt6KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ib5_PAXnCRg/s72-c/rainbow-over-the-muldrow-glacier_1127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-5281597860969366752</id><published>2009-10-24T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:41:39.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assumption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Assumption</title><content type='html'>Never say I assume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you assume, you try to think and accept that something is true but without having any proof of it. You choose to assume because you believe that something will happen. You have high hopes for that something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very stupid and foolish of me to make assumption and to imagine something which is imaginary, unreal, and make-believe. How foolish of me to tell a stranger of my silly imagination? It was just an assumption since the beginning. An assumption which I don't have any proof of it. It was only based on my one-sided judgment. I made my own judgment based on only what I see, what I think, and what I believe, from my narrow point of view. I only see from the vantage point of my own side. Perhaps it was just a misleading, narrow, and one-sided view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often said that politics is too often concerned only with the personal vanities of politicians. I think that applies to love too. It was very conceited of me to make unfounded and baseless assumption. After everything was revealed to the other person, I feel ashamed because it is so vain of me too make such a foolish assumption though I do not realise that you are actually him. I realise that I'm too vain to making such an assumption and later regretted of making the silly assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt my lesson: Never say I assume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be reading this and what I have told you is an honest and sincere feeling which comes from the bottom of my heart. That is NOT an assumption. It is a genuine feeling which I do not realise throughout the times. But, at one point of time, I suddenly realise and grasp that actually you are very important to me and have secured a place in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-5281597860969366752?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5281597860969366752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/assumption.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5281597860969366752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5281597860969366752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/assumption.html' title='Assumption'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-159438957466685881</id><published>2009-09-16T23:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:48:15.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metamorphosis&lt;/strong&gt; is a biological process by which an animal physically develops after birth or hatching, involving a conspicuous and relatively abrupt change in the animal's body structure through cell growth and differentiation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382427657881298674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SrI5cAFApvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/t5pGDuA3fh8/s320/Metamorphosis%2520of%2520monarch%2520butterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a human being like me, metamorphosis is a process in which a person changes completely into somebody different. If I were to be compared to a catterpillar, I should be now in the stage of a pupa waiting to evolve into an adult butterfly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382436018274086178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SrJBCo9-rSI/AAAAAAAAAII/1SH-I24Uofc/s320/a60a5bce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It has been almost half a month that I had not been able to online. Internet service at home was cut off and hence I was totally disconnected from the virtual world and the blogsphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have certainly changed. I have been going out to know more people. From a person who didn't have much liking for alcohol, I started to like the feeling of getting drunk and 'high'. Clubbing has become a weekend activity for me. Change from good to bad? It depends on how you look at the whole scenario. At one hand, I have started to like alcohol which may not be a good thing. But, from another point of view, I begin to expand my network and to get into the circle. Yea.. clubbing brings me to another level. I frequent bar and club so often lately, not just ordinary bar or clubs, but gay ones. Never thought that I would enjoy dancing on the stage so much. And didn't know that I actually could drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382428926584359138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SrI6l2XZCOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LqQevElIMDc/s320/clubbing091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jason, an unsuspecting invitation of yours on that very night to Blue, was the starting point. Thanks for introducing me to Emp, Alfred, and Daniel. I appreciate it very much; because of you I get to know all of them who are all great friends. Hope our friendship will grow stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Hope to come out to some close friends soon. I have begin to have a rush to do so. When the time comes, the pupa will turn into a beautiful butterfly which could proudly spread its wings and fly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382436671765882306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SrJBorakJcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dG3f76sE-co/s320/2484013579_2d0e48b7ef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;fyi: I'm deeply in love with someone so special to me now. But I have yet to confess to him. Never had such a strong feeling before. Hope if everything goes well I will begin my first serious relationship. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/6224762104548658676-159438957466685881?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/159438957466685881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/metamorphosis.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/159438957466685881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/159438957466685881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SrI5cAFApvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/t5pGDuA3fh8/s72-c/Metamorphosis%2520of%2520monarch%2520butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-3349601685839032891</id><published>2009-08-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:42:11.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>It has been 42 days since I last updated my blog. Quite a number of people asked me why I have not been writing any new post. The lame excuse that I often give them is that I'M BUSY. Ya, it's part of the reason, but more importantly I'm too lazy to update my blog. Having said that, my very reason for creating this blog is to write about the undisclosed and hidden secret of mine, or as what my blog name suggests, the story about my other side, but my mind always come to zilch whenever I wanna write a new post and this happened to me since a few months ago. Perhaps I'm too tired about this whole experience of writing about my sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping and had dinner alone. Not my first time. Perhaps I have so used to be alone. Both my dad and mom are busy people. I was always left alone since small. Though I have another brother to accompany me for 8 years before the birth of my little brother, we seldom get along. We are like cat and dog, even till now. Mom used to be a career woman who worked from day to night; while dad was always outstation. To be honest, I was never really close to both of them. The situation turned worse when dad was relocated by his company to another place. I only got to see him once a week then. Later, when dad was promoted to the senior management post in the company, we only met twice a month coz dad was flying around the country every week. I was quite an introvert person since small. Or perhaps you may say I am a shy guy. Naturally, I did not have many friends. I used to always kept myself at home while at the same time other kids were playing sports and having fun. Eventually, 'loneliness' has become my 'friend'. I might get whatever things I want (materially) and lived a comfortable life but I lacked what most of the people enjoy, attention and care from my parents. At some point (when I was a kid), I was closer to my babysitter than my dad and mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369131215624925522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SoL8ZMvI8VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Lr5ekU87mYw/s320/r129060_424471.jpg" /&gt; I would like to share with you the 'prequel' to the creation of this blog. This story dates back to barely 10 months ago. I stumbled upon this gay networking site called 'queerclique'. Immediately, I was attracted and registered an account. Here, I met a cute guy, YM. He added me as a friend and later we began to chat through MSN. Neither I nor him put any pictures of our face on our profiles. It was jz friendship at the beginning which later developed into a relationship. He began to miss me when he didn't see me online for a week and he confessed that to me. I felt the same. And that was the very first time a guy said 'I love you' to me. My heart was pounding so fast at that moment. Ya...he's my first love. We stayed far from each other. So, I was not able to meet up with him. The only way for us to communicate and see each other is through webcam. It gave me a kinda "so near yet so far" feeling. Everyday, I looked forward to seeing him through webcam. I never had such a strong feeling before. When I went back to my home town during my school break, I was not able to communicate with him as the internet at my house was cut. I came back to PJ a week later and tried to contact him. But i didn't see him online for the whole week. So I checked him on Facebook. He's still active at Facebook. I called him but to no avail. I sent dozens of email to him but he didn't reply. I waited for weeks on MSN. I know deep down in my heart that he's trying to avoid me even though I kept telling myself he's not. I cried. I was in a really bad mood. But I told myself that it's not worth-it to cry for such useless guy. A guy who used to say "I love you" so many time to me; who made so many empty promises. Fortunately, I was just in the beginning of the relationship and had not gone too far. I tried to forget him and continue with my life as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early January, I stumbled upon a blog, Alexander The Gay, while I was googling and that's the turning point of my life. I was inspired by Alex (the blogger) and his stories about his ups and downs when coming out to his family. I decided to start a blog as an avenue for me to jot down my feelings and my story as a closeted gay. Here, I begin to make friends with other bloggers and I started to understand more on gay issues. I am really happy to know Jason, Jen and Aaron. You guys are really nice and supportive friends. Hope to hang out with you guys again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog certainly changed my life in some ways. It's really inspiring to see other people who had taken their first step in coming out to everyone and how they had gone through the worst of their life to be where they are today. I am also fascinated by countless love stories posted on the blogs and I shared their happiness and sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning from Queerclique to this blog, I have gone through a tremendous change and process. Even though, it might seem as if it's jz babysteps but to me it's already a big leap forward. I know there are many obstacles waiting for me to overcome before I could proudly say out loud to people "I AM GAY" and live an honourable life as a gay person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369133175232158594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SoL-LQ16W4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RWRo3ipOSZw/s320/mt1116778839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Man, I resent people telling others how to live! It drives me mental! Just the other night, I heard this TV reverend say that Angie and I were setting a bad example because we were living out of wedlock, and people should not be duped by us! It made me laugh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What damn right does anyone have to tell someone else how to live if they're not hurting anyone?&lt;/em&gt; " -&lt;/strong&gt; BRAD PITT&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/6224762104548658676-3349601685839032891?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3349601685839032891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-story.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3349601685839032891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3349601685839032891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SoL8ZMvI8VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Lr5ekU87mYw/s72-c/r129060_424471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-210753177860301097</id><published>2009-06-25T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:10:38.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocation'/><title type='text'>The Land of Smiles</title><content type='html'>Sorry for my long absence. Have not been constantly updating my blog as I devote myself to work and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in Thailand, also dubbed as "the Land of Smiles", doing a short vocation. Today is my 20th day in this beautiful country renowned for its warm hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really exciting travelling for more than 2500km up north to be part of a volunteer programme. This is also my first time travelling alone to a foreign land without my parents and my longest stay abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thailand or more specifically Bangkok is truly a shopping paradise. You can basically get anything you can think of at the shopping malls and market here, even to the extent of getting luxurious car like Lamborghini Gallardo (the second floor at Siam Paragon are fulled with luxurious sport cars like Lamborghini, Maserati, Porsche and Audi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350941685113077154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SkJdHLL-vaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NVaURUAIA4Q/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A stunning white Lamborghini Gallardo!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350942771326728322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SkJeGZpfuII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IpCME7He3ng/s320/PB156743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lamborghini Murcielago which accelerates from 0 to 100km in less than 4 second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The extravagant scene really blew up my mind. I was stunned by the excessiveness of the gigantic malls such as the Siam Paragon (the equivalent of Pavillion, KL). As an avid shopper, you would never get bored in Bangkok, the list of shopping malls is never-ending- Siam Paragon, Siam Discovery, Siam Centre, Central World, MBK, Gaysorn, Platinum Mall, Pantip Plaza, and so on. I spent more than 5000 Baht in just two days in Bangkok. The range of food available in this big city is broader than in KL. I could testify to that just as I finished eating my MOS Burger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bade farewell to Bangkok before I headed further up north. Today, June 24th, is my 17th day living in this peaceful and lovely northern city of Siam. I had a bowl of yummy Kueh Chap and a plate of exotic and spicy Nam Prik for my dinner tonight. And Swensen's Ice Cream was the choice of dessert to end our dinner outing. I was in heaven (virtually) with two scoops of Rocky Road and Chocolate Rain Forest! And guess what? It cost me only 49Baht to be so contented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ended my night with the highly-anticipated movie- Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. It is definitely a worth watching movie with fantastic visual and sound effect. The battle scenes are truly amazing and breathtaking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, my stay at Thailand has been an incredible one. I still have one week before I head back to our beloved country and hopefully I would be able to fully utilise my time here and make my excursion here a memorable one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's now 1.05am already. I am really tired and shall stop here. Good night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-210753177860301097?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/210753177860301097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/land-of-smiles.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/210753177860301097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/210753177860301097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/land-of-smiles.html' title='The Land of Smiles'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SkJdHLL-vaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NVaURUAIA4Q/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-1669295961994350078</id><published>2009-05-19T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:17:30.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubts'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feeling</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder about your sexuality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing to do for the holidays leaves me an idle person. I have been thinking much about my sexuality especially after quarrelling with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I first fall in love with a beautiful girl (CJ) in my school when I was in Primary Six. At that time, CJ was in the class next to mine. For the following six years, she was in the same class with me.  CJ was the 'school flower' (Chinese saying to describe the most beautiful girl in school). Later, my feeling for her eventually vanishes. I still had some liking for a few girls when I was in Form 1, not until the time in Form 2 when I discovered actually I like guys. It has ever been so since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow lately I feel guity for what I am. I doubt my sexuality. I do not know why. Perhaps when you are to free, you tend to think too much. That's the only reason I can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still doubt. Even though I have not been asking myself that question since I knew about it when I was 14. That question never crosses my mind, not until last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel insecure and worried. What would be my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? I doubt no one would have an answer for that quandary. Only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-1669295961994350078?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1669295961994350078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/mixed-feeling.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/1669295961994350078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/1669295961994350078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/mixed-feeling.html' title='Mixed Feeling'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-7992929851217618577</id><published>2009-05-11T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:57:26.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Going Back Home</title><content type='html'>I'm now devouring a freshly baked chicken onion roll while sipping a cup of hot latte at Starbucks. Guess what? In one hour more, I will be sitting in a Fokker plane which will fly me back to my hometown up north. Guys, I shall write my next blog when I reach home safely. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-7992929851217618577?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7992929851217618577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-back-home.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/7992929851217618577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/7992929851217618577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-back-home.html' title='Going Back Home'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-155301959906243301</id><published>2009-05-10T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:35:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Back</title><content type='html'>It has been a long hiatus. I'm back after a long battle in exam. At least now I'm rejuvenated having enjoying myself with trips and outing for a week after my disastrous exam. Basically, now I totally don't have any idea what to write here as you guys know that I have been absent for quite some time. Need to adapt myself to blog writing again. Of course it will take some time. I have a lot to share with all of you. Definitely much to catch up. To be frank, I don't know what to write. I think I am back to a beginner again. Hopefully in the next few days I will be able to blog something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, wait patiently! Haha.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anyway, Happy Mother's Day! I love you, Mommy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-155301959906243301?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/155301959906243301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/155301959906243301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/155301959906243301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-back.html' title='Finally Back'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-5801218765203815475</id><published>2009-03-14T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:56:36.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inactive status'/><title type='text'>Temporary Inactive Status</title><content type='html'>I will be temporary inactive for about one and a half month because I need to spend more time on my studies. Finals is coming soon and I haven't even started preparing yet. I'm really blurred on all subjects this semester and could feel the tension now as I do not hope to fail any subject this semester (had already failed one subject last sem and can't afford to fail anymore). Two more assignments are due this month. Perhaps I have joined too many school activities this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting this blog. I wouldn't have make it so far if it wasn't for the support and kind comments given by my fellow bloggers and blog readers all this while. I appreciate it very much. I would also like to apologise for not able to give full commitment to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are also going to sit for their finals, let's work hard together. And to those who are not, best of luck in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back around early May. I love blogging and I promise I would not let my passion dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-5801218765203815475?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5801218765203815475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/temporary-inactive-status.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5801218765203815475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5801218765203815475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/temporary-inactive-status.html' title='Temporary Inactive Status'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-7507874912728197403</id><published>2009-03-07T16:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:23:11.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><title type='text'>From a Psychologist's Point of View</title><content type='html'>Met a psychologist recently and the following is the excerpt from the talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The majority of people are heterosexual. So the heterosexuals think that they are the normal ones. So something that is out of the norm is abnormal. But, whatever it is, like i said, &lt;strong&gt;it is people's preference&lt;/strong&gt;, what they like and what they don't like.&lt;strong&gt; I don't think so it's up to us, we cannot be judging other people.&lt;/strong&gt; Let say your best friend and suddenly you found out that he is a gay, are you going to stop being his best friend simply because he is a gay? Are you going to discriminate him? Are you going to chuck him having been your best friend for how many years and then found out that he is actually a gay? Now, that's discrimination! It's just the same issue like Elizabeth Wong. &lt;strong&gt;Who are we to judge? It's people sexual preference.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Everyone has their own rights. &lt;/strong&gt;But, having said that, we must be careful with our sexual expression. Sexuality in our country is still very conservative. It's their right as long as they're not harming an individual or the society. ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time listening to her thoughts. It was indeed an enlightening talk. Whether we are straight, gay, or bisexual, we are equal and do not deserve any kind of discrimination or prejudice. At the end of the day, what matters is that being who you really are. Love, regardless of sexuality, is not a crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-7507874912728197403?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7507874912728197403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexual-orientation-from-psychologists.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/7507874912728197403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/7507874912728197403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexual-orientation-from-psychologists.html' title='From a Psychologist&apos;s Point of View'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-7004851333030036973</id><published>2009-03-03T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:28:03.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perak&apos;s crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Perak State Assembly emergency sitting</title><content type='html'>Pakatan Rakyat state assemblymen attending a state assembly meeting under a tree after they were denied entry to the State Secretariat building on Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308963549369891010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/Sa06OFWweMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/am9xOnQK8Dk/s320/tree_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Walao! Like this also can ar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308964442569975426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/Sa07CEyQJoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T1NFCET5ExE/s320/tree_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perak Pakatan Rakyat assemblymen attended an emergency sitting at a vacant lot under a tree on Tuesday morning, 3rd March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chronicle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(11.20am) Nizar to seek audience with Sultan Azlan Shah to ask for dissolution of Perak state assembly as soon as the documents from Tuesday’s emergency sitting under a tree in a vacant lot is completed.&lt;br /&gt;(11.15am) Nizar says three motions were passed during the Emergency sitting on Tuesday - motion of confidence on himself as the legal Perak MB; agreement to seek Royal consent for dissolution of state assembly; and the adoption of the suspension of MB Zambry Abdul Kadir and his Excos by the Rights and Privileges Committee.&lt;br /&gt;(10:40am) At the High Court, Sivakumar’s lawyers withdraw from the case after Judicial Commissioner Ridwan Ibrahim rules that private lawyers have no locus standi and cannot represent the Speaker.&lt;br /&gt;Ridwan says that under the Government Proceedings Act, the Speaker can only be represented by the state legal advisor, or lawyers appointed by the latter, because he is part of the state government.&lt;br /&gt;Sivakumar’s lead counsel, constitutional expert Tommy Thomas, says they will await further instructions from the Speaker. He said they were refused speaking rights under Ridwan’s ruling.&lt;br /&gt;(10:35am) Nizar proposes that the emergency sitting of the assembly be adjourned. Sivakumar adjourns.&lt;br /&gt;(10:25am) Titi Serong rep Dr Khalil Idham says Nizar is the rightful mentri besar and wants him to continue. Canning assemblyman Wong Kah Woh says that Pakatan has ruled the state well since taking over last March.&lt;br /&gt;Teja rep Chang Lih Kang proposes a motion asking for the dissolution of the state assembly to call for a new election.&lt;br /&gt;Both motions are agreed to by all Pakatan reps.&lt;br /&gt;(10:20am) After “doa selamat” prayers, the meeting commences with the hearing of the first motion from Titi Serong assemblyman Dr Khalil Idham Lim Abdullah.&lt;br /&gt;He says the trust and support have been given to Nizar as mentri besar. Sivakumar asks for the motion to be debated.&lt;br /&gt;(10:15am) Although allowed entry into the state secretariat building, Sivakumar did not go in. Attired in the official garb of the Speaker, he declares a vacant lot about 200m from the building as the venue for the emergency sitting.&lt;br /&gt;(10:05am) Nizar gets into his car. Discussions going on between PAS, PKR and DAP assemblymen and Members of Parliament (MPs) on their next course of action. One MP is in the car with Nizar.&lt;br /&gt;They are expected to head towards the DAP state headquarters where they might hold a press conference.&lt;br /&gt;(10:00am) Pakatan assemblymen and Nizar not allowed into building, but police allow Sivakumar to enter. A policeman says, “YB tidak boleh masuk (Yang Berhormat is not allowed in).”&lt;br /&gt;Pakatan supporters make a protective ring around their assemblymen so that they will not be chased away. Assemblymen start moving away however.&lt;br /&gt;(9:45am) At the High Court, lead counsels for both sides are briefing the judge in chambers. They emerge from chambers at 10:17am to brief their legal teams.&lt;br /&gt;(9:40am) Pakatan Rakyat assemblymen, including former mentri besar Datuk Seri Mohammad Nizar Jamaluddin, arrive at state secretariat building for emergency sitting of Assembly called by Sivakumar to vote on two motions related to the constitutional crisis in Perak.&lt;br /&gt;Barisan Nasional supporters have lined up to prevent them from entering. Some pushing and shoving going on.&lt;br /&gt;(9:00am) Federal Reserve Unit personnel have been deployed in front of state secretariat building, at least seven trucks being used to block main entrance. Police had already set up roadblocks on roads leading to the building earlier this morning.&lt;br /&gt;A small crowd has gathered, comprising party members, lawyers, supporters and many members of the media.&lt;br /&gt;(8:45am) Lawyers from both sides start arriving at Ipoh High Court in preparation for hearing of lawsuit filed by Perak Mentri Besar Datuk Dr Zambry Abdul Kadir against State Assembly Speaker V. Sivakumar.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Zambry is seeking a court declaration that Sivakumar’s suspension of Dr Zambry and his six excos from the state assembly is unconstitutional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Source: The Star Online, 3rd Mac 2009, &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/3/3/nation/20090303085400&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/3/3/nation/20090303085400&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All this happen because BN is using all dirty tactics to hold on to power. RULE OF LAW? SUPREMACY OF CONSTITUTION? SOVEREIGNTY OF STATE ASSEMBLY? Too sad...they had all vanished into thin air!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-7004851333030036973?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7004851333030036973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/perak-state-assembly-emergency-sitting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/7004851333030036973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/7004851333030036973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/perak-state-assembly-emergency-sitting.html' title='Perak State Assembly emergency sitting'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/Sa06OFWweMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/am9xOnQK8Dk/s72-c/tree_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-8795428929542207011</id><published>2009-02-22T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:20:19.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting up'/><title type='text'>Meeting up</title><content type='html'>Jason had been asking me out for several times but I always turn down his offer. Perhaps I was not ready and was worried too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen flew to KL on Wednesday and Aaron has just returned from India. Jason had some plans in mind to meet each other. But it never crosses my mind that one day later I will meet all of them together. It's too fast for it to become a reality. Jen messaged me the moment he touched down at KL. I was surprised coz I never give him my number. Anyway, I knew who gave it to him. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was planning to meet Jen on Friday and he did ask me whether I am free that day. I didn't promise anything. Anyway, Jason didn't tell me much about his plans. I have been chatting with Jen almost everyday on MSN and asked him several times about Jason's plan. But both of us (or perhaps only me) seemed not to have anny clues about the 'meeting-up thingy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally on Thursday night I only knew that maybe Jason will meet up with Jen on Saturday. I went to KL city on Friday morning to settle some important matters and later in the afternoon I messaged Jen when I reached home. Suddenly I had the strong feeling of wanted to meet up with Jen and Jason. Hence, I texted Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are u free tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yes. Hehe. Me with aaron now. Are you ok with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised. Hrmm...Aaron has reached KL? I didn't know about that but slowly I recalled Jason telling me one month ago about meeting up with Jen and Aaron. I didn't know that actually both Jen and Aaron knew each other. I asked Jen whether we can meet up for supper. Planned everything in that afternoon and informed Jason. I think he's surprised that I initiated the meeting. Haha... I was anxious and sent so many sms to make sure everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed the venue and time, and I was all ready for the meeting. I would fetch Jen and Aaron at the LRT station. I planned for supper at Murni (hottest mamak in PJ) on 11.00pm. Jen and Aaron were staying in KL city and I do not know how to drive there. So, they took LRT and I would fetch them at the LRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to the LRT station when Jen texted me that they had reached. I arrived at the LRT station but could not see anyone of them. Messaged Jen but he didn't reply. I was worried. Called Jen and told him I was waiting for them. Finally I saw Jen and Aaron from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I was so anxious. The idea of meeting them did not even cross my mind until that afternoon. And of course they were surprised that I asked them out for supper as I have been the one who always rejected the idea of meeting up. Anyway, Jen and Aaron were really nice. Aaron was chatty and kept talking till we reached Murni. Jen and Aaron did most of the talking and I was the more quiet one [as expected ;) ]. Jason was having company dinner and arrived late. I finally meet him in person after turning him down for so many times. (Jason...sorry ya...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about bloggers who we think is hot and good looking, movies, perfume, piercing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted till around 1.ooam before we left. I was really happy to meet up with them. They're indeed a wonderful bunch of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... It was great knowing all of you. ;) And thanks for accepting me as your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-8795428929542207011?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8795428929542207011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/meeting-up.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8795428929542207011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8795428929542207011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/meeting-up.html' title='Meeting up'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-3522401110792760517</id><published>2009-02-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:07:11.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Lonely Valentine</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 8.00am today as I was awakened by my bro. I walked to the living room and lazed at the sofa and eventually fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm: Woke up (for the second time). Chat with a few online buddies before preparing to go out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.45pm: Suddenly I felt so lonely. All of my housemates (incl. my bro) were either dating or went back home. Most of my friends were spending the very romantic Valentine's Day with their beloved. And jz have a serious conflict with two of my closest coursemates few days ago. I was all alone without anyone accompanying me. Went for lunch alone at Station One Cafe in Jaya One. I was green with envy when I saw many couples having their romantic lunch there. I really felt so lonely at that moment. Anyway, had a great lunch of fish and chips, sundae, and white coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302666645906010978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SZbbOD-KM2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/LwZLAJ_iBKU/s320/loneliness1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00pm: Shopped at Digital Mall. Has always wanted to buy a new webcam as the old one is no longer functioning. Bought a webcam and also a cooling pad. Again, I saw couples all over the place. I wondered if why I'm so lonely at this very special day. I have no one at all to go out with. Pathetic and lonely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm: Back at home. Chat with Jen on msn and tried my new webcam. Cammed with him for hours till dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00pm: Logged off at msn. Googling and facebook-ing till 8.00pm. Had a quick bath and off to dinner. Again, I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.45pm: Since I was alone, I decided to drive thru KFC. It was a long queue today. I guess most of the people who were queuing up were like me, ALONE. Waited for nearly 20 minutes before my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.20pm: Reached home and had my KFC dinner alone. No one was at home. So quiet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.10pm: Writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel so lonely especially when today is Valentine's Day. Haiz... another reminder that I'm still single. Going to be 22 soon but have yet to celebrate V Day. Hope and pray that at the same day next year I am no longer alone! The saddest thing is being lonely in such a big world on Valentine's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-3522401110792760517?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3522401110792760517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/lonely-valentine.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3522401110792760517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3522401110792760517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/lonely-valentine.html' title='Lonely Valentine'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SZbbOD-KM2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/LwZLAJ_iBKU/s72-c/loneliness1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-5527928696869057236</id><published>2009-02-08T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:54:58.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes: Self reflection</title><content type='html'>“&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/it-s_a_lot_easier_being_black_than_gay-at_least/210166.html"&gt;It's a lot easier being black than gay. At least if you're black you don't have to tell your parents.&lt;/a&gt;” &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/judy_carter/"&gt;Judy Carter quotes&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/nationality/american_authors/"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/occupation/famous_actresses/"&gt;Actress&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/occupation/famous_comedians/"&gt;Comedian&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/occupation/famous_motivational_speakers/"&gt;motivational speaker&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/every_gay_and_lesbian_person_who_has_been_lucky/199738.html"&gt;Every gay and lesbian person who has been lucky enough to survive the turmoil of growing up is a survivor. Survivors always have an obligation to those who will face the same challenges.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/bob_paris/"&gt;Bob Paris quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/your-time-is-limited-so-don-t-waste-it-living/406623.html"&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/steve_jobs/"&gt;Steve Jobs quotes&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/nationality/american_authors/"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/occupation/famous_entrepreneurs/"&gt;Entrepreneur&lt;/a&gt; Apple co-&lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/occupation/famous_founders/"&gt;Founder&lt;/a&gt;, b.&lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/birthday/february_24/"&gt;1955&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/that-s-my-advice-to-all-homosexuals-whether-they/369672.html"&gt;That's my advice to all homosexuals, whether they're in the Boy Scouts, or in the Army or in high school: Shut up, don't tell anybody what you do, your life will be a lot easier.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/bill_o"&gt;Bill O'Reilly quotes&lt;/a&gt; (Commentator, columnist, author. Born in Levittown, New York)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/it-is-deplorable-that-homosexual-persons-have/382889.html"&gt;It is deplorable that homosexual persons have been and are the object of violent malice in speech or in action. Such treatment deserves condemnation from the church's pastors wherever it occurs... The intrinsic dignity of each person must always be respected in work, in action and in law.&lt;/a&gt;”  &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/joseph_ratzinger/"&gt;Joseph Ratzinger quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/although-the-particular-inclination-of-the/382904.html"&gt;Although the particular inclination of the homosexual person is not a sin, it is a more or less strong tendency ordered to an intrinsic moral evil, and thus the inclination itself must be seen as an objective disorder.&lt;/a&gt;”   &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/joseph_ratzinger/"&gt;Joseph Ratzinger quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-5527928696869057236?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5527928696869057236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotes-self-reflection.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5527928696869057236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5527928696869057236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotes-self-reflection.html' title='Quotes: Self reflection'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-8034699221433650364</id><published>2009-02-07T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:27:20.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Congratulation!</title><content type='html'>Aha! Today I went to cut my hair again. It is barely one month yet. I think I have a strange addiction of going to salon. :) I went back to my hairstylist, Tom at Hair Atelier. He's really good at doing my hair. The last cut at Kimarie was horrible and I will never go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has been promoted to Creative Stylist and now I have to pay RM45 instead of RM33. Congrats ya, Tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a great job on my hair today and my new hairstyle brightens my day! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Again, well done! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-8034699221433650364?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8034699221433650364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/congratulation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8034699221433650364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8034699221433650364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/congratulation.html' title='Congratulation!'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-8272828638457015438</id><published>2009-02-02T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:53:11.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>Lately I'm wondering of the question whether it's a sin being gay and whether it's my choice or am I innately gay. A lot of bloggers have discussed on this issue before. Anyway, I'm writing this as i feel the urge to do so. I will not touch much on the issue but more will be focussed on my past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to discover that I actually like guys since I was in my teenage years. I still remember that I used to keep a scrap book where I would paste pictures of half naked guys which I cut from magazines and newspapers. I enjoyed looking at those pictures and getting hard on. While my friends always talk about the hot chicks in school, I never join them. My friends are so crazy about footballs and basketballs while I don't even like watching football matches&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (except for World Cup... but i like cute footballers)&lt;/span&gt;. I always mixed well with the gals and are close to them especially when I was in upper secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like shopping very much and I bet you can hardly find guys who do so. I can happily go shopping with girls and they always ask for my opinion bout their dresses. I can wait for them while they shop and of course they are very willing give comments when I shop for clothes. Unlike my many other male friends, I'm willing to spent lavishly on what I wear and what I eat. I always take good care of my skin. I even spent hundreds of ringgit to seek treatment from dermatologist during my acne outbreak when I was in Form 5 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(of course it was my mum who was paying). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember vividly how I enjoy PE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(physical education i.e. sport)&lt;/span&gt; class as I got to see my handsome classmates changing for sports, that's when my eyes enjoy browsing at my naked male classmates. There was also one time when my close friend play with me and hugged me tightly from behind. I pretended to struggle though I actually like him hugging me. He is very handsome and I like him very much. But too sad he is straight and already had a girlfriend at that time. We seldom meet now as we go to different university now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am a horny guy at times, I only started watching gay porn when I was 18. Haha...shock ya! I think all these while my behaviour and character do somehow show indication that I am gay. I don't have any problem admitting to myself that I am gay. But I am not ready to come out yet. Still hiding in the closet. I think this is due to the stigma attached to being gay. Prejudice and discrimination against gay are reflected in the stereotypes of members of the gay community. I believe many of you will agree with me that gay still encounter extensive prejudice and discrimination because of their sexual orientation. Verbal harassment being the most common form. I fear of coming out because I afraid my family and friends will reject me for being who I am. I truly know that hiding my real identity would somehow has some psychological effect on myself as I have to suppress myself and try to act straight. But what to do? Anyway, I have been trying to know more about the gay community and get in touch with those who have gone through the process of coming out as I know later in future I will join them and be proud of being who I am. For now, I can only pray for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298209646281737634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SYcFmigrxaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IHIT2hKErRE/s320/42-16490451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sometimes, I feel suffer when I think of myself as gay. I feel really lonely at times. Seeing that most of my straight friends having romantic relationships reminds me of how lonely I am. I do hope one day in the future the society will change and accept people like us.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-8272828638457015438?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8272828638457015438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/revelation.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8272828638457015438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8272828638457015438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SYcFmigrxaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IHIT2hKErRE/s72-c/42-16490451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-2949694527282567488</id><published>2009-01-31T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:57:57.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Wasting Time</title><content type='html'>I still have three days of holiday before going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom fills my time this few days. I have been lazing away the long CNY break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do for the past few days? Aha! Reading blogs, chatting thru MSN, googling, eat, and sleep. That's what i did! I believe I have addicted to reading blogs. The first thing I do when i switch on my laptop is to browse through the blogs that i follow. My addiction to blogs really kill off my time. Really have to control myself when school reopens. Can't continue like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I don't know what to do during my spare time even though there are tonnes of important things waiting for me to settle. I think I had this syndrome since early January. I know I have lotz of things to do but I just idle my time away. Plsss help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have jz downloaded a movie called &lt;无野之城&gt;&lt;city&gt;&lt;city&gt;&lt;city&gt;&lt;city&gt;&lt;city&gt;. It's a HK Cantonese movie about the life of HK baseball players. Lotz of hot guys and naked scene. I'm sure it would be a hit among the queers. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297389563283210274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SYQbvbRbgCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WT6OJJVegiY/s320/2661758110_0c9e1b48d4_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Going off to dinner soon. (...idling the day away again...haiz...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-2949694527282567488?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2949694527282567488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/wasting-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/2949694527282567488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/2949694527282567488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting Time'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SYQbvbRbgCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WT6OJJVegiY/s72-c/2661758110_0c9e1b48d4_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-2529605743587451714</id><published>2009-01-29T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:58:06.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>Every year is a repetition. So, come CNY and everyone is busy preparing for the big day. It is also a time when everyone returns home to be together with their beloved. Since I was a kid, I always look forward to celebrating CNY (I think everyone also has the same experience). However, as I grow older, that 'feeling' vanishes. Perhaps you don't get so excited as an adult. Every year, all of my extended family members will return to my grandparents' house. CNY is another time for reunion dinners, getting red packets, gambling, eating mandarin oranges, listening to CNY songs, gossiping among relatives, etc. Nowadays, I seldom talk to my cousins. Perhaps of our age gap. Yea..I'm the eldest grandchild and my next cousin is 1 year younger. However, since my teenage years I never talked to him. He's a very peculiar person. He seldom mingle around with other cousins. The third eldest cousin is 2 years younger than me and she's now studying in England. I'm closest to her and this year she didn't come back for CNY. So, a quiet CNY indeed for me. I am always at the corner of the living room either listening to IPOD or reading blogs using my phone GPRS. To me, CNY is just an ocassion to meet some family members who you haven't seen for a year, chit-chat, eat..eat...and eat. I really don't feel the festive mood anymore. And this year the fireworks display has reduce in numbers. (Emm..sign of the looming economic crisis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate for me, my realtives haven't come up with the 'Do you have a girlfriend?' question yet. Perhaps I'm only 21 and I believe the question will pop up in a few years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long 5 days celebration, I finally came back to PJ today. It's very quiet. Not many have return from CNY celebration yet. My wishes for the Year of Ox?? First, I hope I will do well in my studies. Second, hope to find my other half soon (desperate...haiz..). Third, best of health to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained quite some weight, thanks to the delectable dishes and yummy CNY delicacies. Would do some exercise and cut down my meals for the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-2529605743587451714?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2529605743587451714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebration.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/2529605743587451714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/2529605743587451714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-7806523001636507832</id><published>2009-01-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:57:05.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>新年快乐!</title><content type='html'>Today I have my last class before going for Chinese New Year holiday. Everyone is in the CNY mood already. I will be having a week long break starting from now till 2nd Feb. Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294159934637513474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SXiiaTAsmwI/AAAAAAAAACw/Fuw156hc9eM/s320/chinesedragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Haven't practiced my writing in Chinese for ages. I would like to take this opportunity to wish &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queer Ranter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sam,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Jason,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anton, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Silencer, &lt;/span&gt;Takashi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alex, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gardenofadam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aaronng, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;willy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; medie007,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; william,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; joshua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;benny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JD Cole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Ekkonen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; savante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; KEENYEE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fable Frog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nase, &lt;/span&gt;and other bloggers HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR, 新年快乐!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294169962323859666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SXirh_DbWNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tb6oEEkOyS8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新年恭贺大家：一帆风顺、二龙腾飞、三羊开泰、四季平安、五福临门、六六大顺、七星高照、八方来财、九九同心、十全十美、百事亨通、千事吉祥、万事如意！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294171964417594738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SXitWhbxVXI/AAAAAAAAADA/ysKbeZ6j3MQ/s320/gong+xi+fa+cai.bmp" border="0" /&gt; I'll not be around throughout nxt week. So i will continue to blog when I get back after nxt week! Happy CNY and enjoy the holidays!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-7806523001636507832?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7806523001636507832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/7806523001636507832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/7806523001636507832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_22.html' title='新年快乐!'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SXiiaTAsmwI/AAAAAAAAACw/Fuw156hc9eM/s72-c/chinesedragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-1896244881627237415</id><published>2009-01-21T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:13:58.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><title type='text'>CNY Shopping</title><content type='html'>Love Chinese New Year...as it's the time again for great shopping. I do admit that I'm a shopaholic. Haha... Basically these are what I have bought this year for the coming CNY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Two tops from SEED.&lt;br /&gt;2. Two tops from Bossini.&lt;br /&gt;3. Three tops from Hang Ten.&lt;br /&gt;4. One shorts from Hang Ten.&lt;br /&gt;5. A pair of jeans from Lee Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;6. Two pairs of jeans from Topman.&lt;br /&gt;7. A bottle of CK One EDT.&lt;br /&gt;8. One pair of Banana Peels slippers.&lt;br /&gt;9. Two pairs of Nike socks.&lt;br /&gt;Burnt a hole in my pocket. Hopefully will get lots of ang pau this coming CNY.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-1896244881627237415?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1896244881627237415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/1896244881627237415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/1896244881627237415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-shopping.html' title='CNY Shopping'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-2543010495337204432</id><published>2009-01-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:03:02.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambush'/><title type='text'>Ambush</title><content type='html'>It was raining cats and dogs this afternoon. Attended a meeting for almost an hour and it was still raining when the meeting ended. My coursemate, MS, asked whether I would follow her and other girls for dinner. I nodded and we decided to go for dinner at Mid Valley. Met up with the other girls there and only manage to come to an agreement on where to have dinner after a long deliberation. As usual, we gossiped about everything while waiting for our food. Everyone of us were busy talking about the recent campus election where lotz of nasty incidence had happened. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what happened in the campus were not of importance...). &lt;/span&gt;The conversation went on and on till we were at the end of dinner. We talked about places of fine dining and suddenly one of them suggested a place and said I shall bring CJ to dine there as it will be very romantic. CJ is one of my closest friend at university and I am always be seen to be together with her. Rumour has it that I like her and that we are a couple. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but who would ever know that I like guys and not gals)&lt;/span&gt; Then, MS asked me which type of gals I like and she said I suppose to like gals like CJ. I jz kept quiet, not responding to their questions. All of them ambushed me. MS even ask me when I would get married. I didn't answer. They cleverly make a conclusion that my silence means that I agreed to what they have said and my non-denial implies that I like CJ. How could I explain to them that CJ is only a close friend and I am actually gay? MS ambushed me again and looked at me trying to get an answer from me whether I like CJ. 'You've asked me the wrong question!' I replied MS. Does my answer impliedly told her that I'm gay? I didn't intend to signal her. But it jz happened. She didn't asked anything further. Paid our bills and went window shopping. I had already be ambushed by my other coursemates for several times. They jz can't let me go without me admitting that I like CJ. But the fact is that I'm gay and CJ is only a good friend of mine. Really don't know how to handle all those questions. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by the way, CJ is a beauty who a guy might fall in love at the first sight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-2543010495337204432?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2543010495337204432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/ambush.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/2543010495337204432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/2543010495337204432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/ambush.html' title='Ambush'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-1932358633429923554</id><published>2009-01-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:04:21.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First of May&lt;/strong&gt; (by Bee Gees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was small, and christmas trees were tall,&lt;br /&gt;We used to love while others used to play.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,&lt;br /&gt;someone else moved in from far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Now we are tall, and christmas trees are small,&lt;br /&gt;And you don't ask the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, our love will never die,&lt;br /&gt;But guess we'll cry come first of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple tree that grew for you and me,&lt;br /&gt;I watched the apples falling one by one.&lt;br /&gt;And I recall the moment of them all,&lt;br /&gt;The day I kissed your cheek and you were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was small, and christmas trees were tall,&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do do do do do...&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me why, but time has passed us by,&lt;br /&gt;some one else moved in from far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SXHfw-KIVsI/AAAAAAAAACg/cW5QOSAbDhY/s1600-h/FirstOfMay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292257069549246146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SXHfw-KIVsI/AAAAAAAAACg/cW5QOSAbDhY/s320/FirstOfMay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is one of my all time favourite song. Whenever I listen to this song, it will stir a mixed emotion within myself. Today, when I listen to this song, suddenly I felt a sense of extreme loneliness. I am lonely. Lonely in this little world of mine. My identity as a gay could only be confined within myself and the world of blogs. No one knows my supposed self. My own true self. Gosh... I really envy other bloggers who has came out to his friends and those who had found their other half. I could really feel their joy when I read through their blog. I feel really lonely. I'm here alone in my little room without the care and love of a boyfriend. Not even a friend who share my thoughts and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy the person in the song..."We used to love while others used to play", "The day I kissed your cheek and you were mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not confess to anyone. I'm alone with myself. I really hate what I'm going through now- loneliness. I want to do what other gays do. I want to be loved- not by gals but guys. I want someone to hug me when I am down. I want someone who feed me and tuck me in my bed when I am sick. I want someone to talk to when I'm bored, who understand how I feel and think. I want someone beside me when I go for movie. Someone who will be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is still a long long journey to go. Don't know when I'll reach there. But for now, I only need friends who could really share with me my loneliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-1932358633429923554?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1932358633429923554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/lonely.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/1932358633429923554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/1932358633429923554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SXHfw-KIVsI/AAAAAAAAACg/cW5QOSAbDhY/s72-c/FirstOfMay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-3075124320721675561</id><published>2009-01-14T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:52:13.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>Car accident!</title><content type='html'>I was ranting about the car in front which wasn't moving even though there was already no car coming from the right at the roundabout. Just when I was about to overtake his car...'bang!...', I was shocked, I turned to my right looking through the window and to my horror...a motorcyclist slammed my side mirror and it went off! The motorcyclist lost his balance but fortunately he didn't fall to the ground. I was totally shocked..didn't dare to step on the accelerate pedal. The drivers were honking incessantly. I regained my composure and moved my car. The motorcyclist was staring at me earlier and he just followed my car. Then I turned into the road and he was still following. I felt uncomfortable about that. He waved his hand and tried to stop my car. I pointed to him that I would stop my car. In a sudden, he overtook my car and so I stop my car by the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of my car and looked at him. He was a Malay in his 4o's. "Kau ada lesen kah?"..he shouted at me. I was not happy at what he said. I stared at him and he took out a packet of cigarretes and smoked. Both of us were looking at each other and were silent for 2 minutes..I guess. I broke the silence and asked him how to settle. Earlier, he was limping when he got down from his motorcycle. He told me that his leg was injured and his motorcycle was damaged. (I knew he was lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Motor encik mana ada rosak?! Tengok side mirror kereta saya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Kaki aku cedera!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Kalau cedera, kamu pergi check kat Universiti Hospital."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Itu hospital private, mahal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Outpatient itu tak perlu bayar, percuma!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Dulu, kawan aku tinggal kat situ bayar beribu-ribu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Kalau kamu cedera, saya bayar bil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Aku tak ada masa, masih kena pergi ke Subang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I knew that he wanted me to pay him, but he met the wrong person. I told him that I'm a student and I don't have any money to pay him. He gave up when I threatened to make a police report. With that, it was settled. I was still fuming. I drove my car to the Perodua Service Centre to have my side mirror repaired. The side mirror was still hanging with a wire still connected to it. The mechanic told me that I have to replace a new one as the damage is beyond repair. It costs three hundred plus to replace a new side mirror. Called dad and told him the whole incident. What to do? Have to replace a new one. And I had to wait for 2 more days for the spare parts to arrive. Till then, I have to rely on my housemate to drive me around. Paid the deposit by credit card and drove back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was two years already since I last met a car accident. Still remember vividly the last accident I met when I was in Form 6. The last time the front of my MYVI was totally kemek; this time with the side mirror going off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-3075124320721675561?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3075124320721675561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-accident.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3075124320721675561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/3075124320721675561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-accident.html' title='Car accident!'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-5808112254798249833</id><published>2009-01-13T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:33:44.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>About Myself</title><content type='html'>I saw quite some number of bloggers doing this. So decided to post it at my blog also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Julian&lt;br /&gt;Current location: PJ, Selangor.&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: Black.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 170cm (..i think i'm still growing..slowly..haha)&lt;br /&gt;Right handed or left handed: Right handed.&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Pure Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;The show you wear today: Nike&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: not good at anger management.&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: being ugly, talking to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: hawaiian chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Goal you would like to achieve this year: Find my true love.&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase on an instant messenger: Haha...&lt;br /&gt;First thought when wake up: washing face and breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: baby face...boyish look...&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: Around 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: my secondary school time..(ahh..the good old times)&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: both.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: both.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton ice tea or Nestea: Haven't tasted Lipton ice tea..&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate..but i started liking vanilla recently..&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or coffee: cappucino.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?: No! I hate smokers!&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear?: Sometimes when I'm driving..&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing?: rarely..i don't sing well..&lt;br /&gt;Do you shower daily?: of course! at least twice a day..&lt;br /&gt;Have you been in love: yes..but lost contact with him already..(sob)&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to college?: i'm in university now..&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?: yup..&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself: yes..always!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're attractive: actually i do..&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak: not really..&lt;br /&gt;do you get along with your parents: sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;do you like thunderstorm: not at all..&lt;br /&gt;do you play an instrument: no..&lt;br /&gt;do you play martial art: yup..taekwondo..&lt;br /&gt;ever been drunk: nope..i don't drink..&lt;br /&gt;ever been called a tease: ..haha..&lt;br /&gt;ever been beaten up: by my mum..when i was small..&lt;br /&gt;ever shoplifted: once..when i was small..but didn't get caught (haha)&lt;br /&gt;how do you want to die: i don't want to die!&lt;br /&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up: a happy guy who has found his true love..&lt;br /&gt;what country would you most like to visit: Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys will know me better. Don't be shy if you wanna know more bout me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Julian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-5808112254798249833?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5808112254798249833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-myself.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5808112254798249833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/5808112254798249833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-myself.html' title='About Myself'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-356986429747885455</id><published>2009-01-11T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:55:42.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>Can't wait till next week to trim my hair- it's long and difficult to style. So when I woke up this morning, I decided to have a haircut. I usually have my haircut at Hair Atelier or Jantzen Salon, but, today on the recommendation of someone, I went to Kimarie Salon. It's only RM25.00 for senior stylist cut (including hairwash). Quite cheap as compared with Hair Atelier which is RM28.oo for junior stylist cut and Jantzen which is RM40.00 per cut. Waited for 30minutes before it was my turn. While waiting, I noticed a cute guy. Haha... He's washing hair for a customer. I looked at him for quite some while- I think I like him. I was thinking whether he will wash my hair and I wish hard deep down in my heart that later he will wash my hair. After he finished washing the hair of a customer, he walked pass me and my heart was pounding so fast. I managed to get a near glimpse on him. Later the receptionist called my name and guess what, he appeared in front of me and lead me to my place. I do not dare to look at him-jz ocassionally caught a glimpse of him washing my hair. He is really cute and he did an awesome massage. Got a slight erection when he massaged my head. ^.^ He finished washing my hair and I enjoyed every moment of it till I forgot to ask for his name. He left and the hairstylist came. To my surprise, the hairstylist did a quick job and it's not a very nice cut. Haiz... Paid RM 25.00 and left. I still miss that cute guy. I wonder whether I should go to Kimarie again: for the cute guy, or for a not-so-nice haircut? Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-356986429747885455?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/356986429747885455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/haircut.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/356986429747885455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/356986429747885455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-4352751238426033771</id><published>2009-01-10T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:14:29.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='path'/><title type='text'>The Right Path?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that, the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I marked the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Frost (1875-1963)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every choice taken will be followed by a risk: futile or fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever wondered if you choose to be homosexual (or some may argue that he is born homosexual) what will happen to you when you are old? [I meant no offence]&lt;br /&gt;You may enjoy the freedom of being who you are but would your partner spend the rest of his life with you. By choosing to be gay, you will not have any children as:&lt;br /&gt;1. Man + Woman = Children&lt;br /&gt;2. Man + Man = 0&lt;br /&gt;3. Woman + Woman = 0&lt;br /&gt;These are the simple formulae created by God. A gay will be lonely when he is old. This is the consequence of the path chosen by a gay. Is that fair? Personally, I have no comment, nothing to say about that. In order to obtain one thing, you have to sacrifice another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really worried about my future if I choose the path 'less traveled by' for it would make 'all the difference'. Would I stake my life on it? Honestly, I don't have an answer for myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-4352751238426033771?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4352751238426033771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-path.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/4352751238426033771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/4352751238426033771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-path.html' title='The Right Path?'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-6062952799174080536</id><published>2009-01-09T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:11:19.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food and Shopping</title><content type='html'>Today, woke up around 10 o clock. Only had instant noodle and coffee for breakfast. Too bad. I have always dislike eating instant noodle as the flavour and smell is too artificial. My mood today is quite good and have the thought of doing some shopping today. Shopping is one of my favourite thing to do. But since moving out of campus, my wallet is quite tight as I have to fork out additional money for expenses like internet bill, water bill, electricity bill etc. So shopping wasn't in my priority list for the past half year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast, chatted with an online friend and read some blogs and time jz flew by till it's already over 3 something. I was so hungry. Had a quick shower, styled my hair and quickly I headed to Mid Valley-my favourite shopping mall, driving at a speed of around 100km/h along the Federal Highway. It was a great headache thinking of where to have my lunch- and it's already 3.45pm. Suddenly, Pasta Zanmai came into my thought. It was opened two months ago in Mid Valley and I haven't dined there before though my good friend has been always asking me to have dinner there since its opening. So I decided to have my lunch there. Pasta Zanmai offers a variety of pasta and pizza which is of the combination of Japanese and Italian flavour. Quite unique. I have always like Japanese and Italian food and it is jz too nice for me to have lunch at Pasta Zanmai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289243588410438130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SWcrBSG3cfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BgybAmOR82U/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289243595274493474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SWcrBrrYniI/AAAAAAAAABY/Tgvsw_3hgwk/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I ordered a plate of Prawn Tempura Pasta with Sesame Sauce (what lovely combination!) and a cup of green tea latte (another 'one of its kind' recipe). Both the food and service were excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289246745199025634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SWct5CD6neI/AAAAAAAAABg/CdhzsQOREZ4/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After savouring my feast, I went to withdraw some money from the ATM to shop for clothes for CNY. First stop: ESPRIT. Not many discount and promotion going on. Saw a few smart and chic clothes but too expensive. Went out empty handed. Second stop: TOPMAN. First thing that I noticed was the jeans and there is promotion for jeans- only RM163.00 per pair. Irresistible. Ended up buying two pairs. Third stop: QUICKSILVER. The surfing shorts are jz too expensive. Last stop: SASA. Still left around RM80 in pocket. So went to withdraw money again. This time my aim was PERFUME. I always have been wanted to buy a bottle of perfume since I entered university. Finally I accomplished my goal today. My very first bottle of perfume: CK One, eau de toilette. Haha... Thought of going to trim my hair. But have already spent a around RM600 today. So I will only cut my hair when it's near CNY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I truly enjoy myself today! A truly self-rewarding experience. Haven't felt so self-satisfied for quite some time. I think it's gonna be a long long time before I get to enjoy such a day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/6224762104548658676-6062952799174080536?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6062952799174080536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-and-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/6062952799174080536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/6062952799174080536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-and-shopping.html' title='Food and Shopping'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SWcrBSG3cfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BgybAmOR82U/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224762104548658676.post-8498952872684763874</id><published>2009-01-08T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:34:22.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>First time 'blogging'.</title><content type='html'>Finally, i have my own blog. What makes me start my own blog? I have always enjoyed reading other people's blogs and the intention of starting my own blog is always there but just that I was too busy with my studies for the past one and a half years. Yesterday, when i was 'googling', i stumbled upon Alexander The Gay. It was a very well written blog and I truly enjoyed reading all the postings there. I could relate what he said to my real life. I must admit I am not as brave as him (Alex) in revealing my own true self. I mean my sexuality. Being grown up in a society which upholds the Eastern values and frowns upon the people who deviated from those values, I can only keep it with myself. I can't even tell that to my best friend, my bro or even a stranger as I can't afford to bear the consequences of revealing my true self. I hope through this blog, I would be able to tell other people about my feelings and to know other people who is in the same fate as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to start the ball rolling and I would try my very best to update my blog frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6224762104548658676-8498952872684763874?l=othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8498952872684763874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-time-blogging.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8498952872684763874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224762104548658676/posts/default/8498952872684763874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othersideofmemystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-time-blogging.html' title='First time &apos;blogging&apos;.'/><author><name>Julian S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05436231054435449648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IePd99s9WQ/SaWT94S13LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ARyuiNd6N-Y/S220/20060727.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
