<?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-3622306268972958381</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:37:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Soul's Shenanigans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-6867970834049646814</id><published>2009-12-15T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:11:18.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gon Gon Staying Over</title><content type='html'>My friend's Mini Pincher, Gon Gon is staying over at my house. His owner had gone to Ipoh and will be back by this Saturday. So I guess I'll have this little asshole following me around the house for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only brought him back about 10 hours ago and he had bite a hole on my underwear and peed all over the house. He also bite my pile of books, my socks, the kitchen rag cloth, a stack of cetak rompaks DVDs and whatever that is within his reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only goes to sleep when on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/Syf7ANx1EkI/AAAAAAAAACM/BFmdggUMVnc/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="545" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/Syf7ANx1EkI/AAAAAAAAACM/BFmdggUMVnc/s400/photo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3622306268972958381-6867970834049646814?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6867970834049646814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/gon-gon-staying-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/6867970834049646814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/6867970834049646814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/gon-gon-staying-over.html' title='Gon Gon Staying Over'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/Syf7ANx1EkI/AAAAAAAAACM/BFmdggUMVnc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-8714058992623356961</id><published>2009-11-27T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:19:34.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkerton =W= Raditude</title><content type='html'>Once in a while comes an album so good, it feels like a blessing to be able to listen to it. And that is the case for Weezer's second album, Pinkerton. Released in 1996, it is both a critical and commercial failure. However, Pinkerton has stood the test of time and is now regarded as one of the most important album of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I have always like Weezer's song such as Troublemaker (Red Album), Island in the Sun (Green Album) and Say It Ain't So (Blue album), just to name a few. They were fun to listen and worthy enough to be on Repeat several times, but ultimately they were nothing to go crazy about. Then comes my discovery on Pinkerton. Never have I become so much of a fan, so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not only me who feels this way. Many have fall in love with Weezer because of Pinkerton and take it as one of their favorite albums. Without a doubt, Weezer had done a good deed and Pinkerton is truly exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2009 comes Raditude. It is understandable that people accuse Weezer of spewing Top 40s bullshit and even the most hardcore fan find it difficult to defend them. Listening to the album and each songs in them, even I have to agree. Bottom line, they can do much better musically. But after going through some of their albums and doing a once over for most of their songs, I understand where Weezer is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, their songs doesn't just end up in your ear. Listening to Weezer (or any good songs) is an emotional and mental experience. It is all about how it makes you feel and how the song relates to you. It is about how brokenhearted you are and all you want to do is to just pump up the volume and let loose. It is about how you are staring straight into the eyes of your lover in a dying relationship, the moment silenced, and the perfect antidote is to just kiss silently, yet surely. It is about how fucking depress you are lying down on your bed day in day out and wish you are save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think that most songs have this kind of appeal or attributes to them. But actually, they don't. Nothing speak as powerful or as relevant as Weezer does. And it is this that what separates the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raditude may not be Weezer's best work but I'm sure some kid out there is blasting it all out there in full awesomness. That being said, that is no excuse for the track 'Can't Stop Partying'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-8714058992623356961?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8714058992623356961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/pinkerton-w-raditude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/8714058992623356961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/8714058992623356961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/pinkerton-w-raditude.html' title='Pinkerton =W= Raditude'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-5663076860173901048</id><published>2009-11-22T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:31:46.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Break</title><content type='html'>This 3 months long semester break is perhaps be the most boring and pathatic ever. I'm two weeks into it and I already ran out of things to do to keep me occupied. Perhaps the only thing I'm looking forward to this break is my trip to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had several things planned in my head, I never got around to it probably because I've been so depress and unmotivated lately. I know it is true that I can't blame anyone but myself for feeling like this, but I just can't help feeling like a total loser. People always say "look on the bright side of life", "only you can control your own happiness" but honestly guys, enough with the motivational quotes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope for is some companionship. A somebody to watch a classic movie and to drink a glass of wine with. Then again, everyone wants something like that in variety. And I'm really asking for too much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I taking things way too hard than it is? I talk to my friends, I listen to Fatboy Slim and I never stop playing games, I should be glad with my current carefree life. Or is this constant state of carelessness is what made me so unenergetic towards everything. At times I'm technically not alone, but emotionally I am; and that is worst feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I do not even know what am I so depress about. And probably that is the reason why this is so worrysome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-5663076860173901048?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5663076860173901048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/semester-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/5663076860173901048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/5663076860173901048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/semester-break.html' title='Semester Break'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-2348825198342228161</id><published>2009-11-20T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:41:31.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm invited by Nuffnang to watch the screening of Ninja Assassin for my &lt;a href="http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-im-ninja-assassin.html"&gt;ridiculously embarrassing&lt;/a&gt; blog post next Tuesday. But I don't know who to bring me with.. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-2348825198342228161?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2348825198342228161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-invited-by-nuffnang-to-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/2348825198342228161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/2348825198342228161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-invited-by-nuffnang-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-8623962249008349551</id><published>2009-11-13T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:36:56.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MWC Women's Soccer: New Mexico's Elizabeth Lambert vs BYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4Piuuqqs10&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4Piuuqqs10&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you'll see Elizabeth Lambert playing better football than most of us can dream of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-8623962249008349551?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8623962249008349551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/mwc-womens-soccer-new-mexicos-elizabeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/8623962249008349551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/8623962249008349551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/mwc-womens-soccer-new-mexicos-elizabeth.html' title='MWC Women&apos;s Soccer: New Mexico&apos;s Elizabeth Lambert vs BYU'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-6326644755291747830</id><published>2009-11-11T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:06:38.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Prudence by The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z59HteiHkZ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z59HteiHkZ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little something from the Beatles I would like to share before going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dear_Prudence"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;: The lyrics are about actress Mia Farrow's sister Prudence who was present when the Beatles visited Maharishi Mahesh Yogi in India. Prudence, focused on meditation, stayed in her room for the majority of their stay. Lennon, who was worried that she was depressed, wrote this song for her, inviting her to "come out to play".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence is the second track on the 1968 double-disc album &lt;i&gt;The Beatles&lt;/i&gt; (also known as "The White Album").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-6326644755291747830?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6326644755291747830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-prudence-by-beatles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/6326644755291747830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/6326644755291747830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-prudence-by-beatles.html' title='Dear Prudence by The Beatles'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-4590370624916348255</id><published>2009-11-09T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:07:34.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester 6, Final Exam</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of my final exam. After I'm done with this week I would've finish my diploma in communication course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvfpULp_QBI/AAAAAAAAABY/eVhgSDvFu_4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvfpULp_QBI/AAAAAAAAABY/eVhgSDvFu_4/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402042810989756434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering the exam hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When it comes to exams, I'm usually not nervous. But today is a different story because I really need to score to achieve a CGPA of 3.3 and above because if I do, I would be eligible for a 50% discount for my degree course. So naturally it is a little bit tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I need to put in the extra work instead of sitting in a dark classroom typin this on my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, there isn't much to be said but to wish myself all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvfpUtFGO3I/AAAAAAAAABg/oMypVZDi6Yg/s1600-h/photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvfpUtFGO3I/AAAAAAAAABg/oMypVZDi6Yg/s400/photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402042819961830258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 1 over!&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/3622306268972958381-4590370624916348255?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4590370624916348255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/semester-6-final-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/4590370624916348255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/4590370624916348255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/semester-6-final-exam.html' title='Semester 6, Final Exam'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvfpULp_QBI/AAAAAAAAABY/eVhgSDvFu_4/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-4942752152692742483</id><published>2009-11-06T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:37:19.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Congress 2009 in Taylor's College</title><content type='html'>It reads "learn how to break through to your next level". Now, I don't&lt;br /&gt;know what I want to break through because it has been confusingly&lt;br /&gt;lately. Personally, i'm in shambles, but that didn't stop me attending&lt;br /&gt;the 2009 Youth Congress in Taylor's College Main Campus in Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this as some personal time. To be alone, learn something and&lt;br /&gt;enrich myself the very most. Partly also because my ex-boss Niki Cheong&lt;br /&gt;is one of the speakers. I respect him while I was interning at The Star&lt;br /&gt;and still do today. As a matter of fact, I respect everyone in the&lt;br /&gt;youth desk; they thought me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hv:-" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcg4hdwm_198frvdsfg5_b" width="184" height="247" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me waiting for the event to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And as a journalism student, I'm only interested in two speakers which are Niki Cheong a.k.a The Bangsar Boy and Nadeswaran dubbed the "scariest man" for his revealing article on white collar corruption and crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="y9w3" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcg4hdwm_196d7fpk7f9_b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Niki Cheong doing his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Niki's talk was light hearted yet carries an important message. It is not&lt;br /&gt;pretentious and also self reflecting at the same time. After he said&lt;br /&gt;what he said, I learnt that it doesn't take much to change or to bring&lt;br /&gt;change if you just have what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="p3ao" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 483px; height: 362px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcg4hdwm_197p5rtpsdm_b" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nades doing his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nades' talk on the other hand is funny and down to earth. He spoke on his passion of reporting culprits that is slowing down the country's progress and journalism in general. His talk left me thinking about crimes, corruption and unfairness in this world in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Niki's and Nades' talk was mind changing to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The following one paragraph is about a girl, skip it if you don't want to read about me being all weak in the knees like a sissy -&lt;br /&gt;In one of the series of workshop modules, I was lead by this girl call Elaine. She is not that hot but damn she is cute enough for me. She spoke with confidence and fluently about change and dealing with life problems in general. For me, that was equivalent of being sniped down by a cupid. Too bad though, I was too afraid to talk to her so I left the workshop without getting her number. I'm still regretting it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the place after Niki and Nades talked because I don't want to hang around too long. Overall, I learnt something today, something valuable. Turns out, attending this workshop on a whim is a good idea. The 5 bucks was totally worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-4942752152692742483?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4942752152692742483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/youth-congress-2009-in-taylor-colle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/4942752152692742483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/4942752152692742483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/youth-congress-2009-in-taylor-colle.html' title='Youth Congress 2009 in Taylor&apos;s College'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-2746553326978951242</id><published>2009-11-05T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:16:02.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renew Passport Success!</title><content type='html'>Went to Pusat Bandar Damansara this time to renew my god damn passport. This time around - after waiting for few hours - I finally got my new passport. I won't post a picture up because everyone know how a passport looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-2746553326978951242?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2746553326978951242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/renew-passport-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/2746553326978951242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/2746553326978951242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/renew-passport-success.html' title='Renew Passport Success!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-8380087646841746687</id><published>2009-11-04T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:48:35.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renew Passport Fail</title><content type='html'>I went to the Subang airport immigration office to renew my passport the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid the crowd, I decided to go there earlier than I normally would. And when I was there, this is how it looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvHUkABRhoI/AAAAAAAAABA/6XOELoDMc5w/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvHUkABRhoI/AAAAAAAAABA/6XOELoDMc5w/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400331143139657346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I guess I didn't wake up early enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of how happening the office is, I decided to go a nearby Bak Kut Teh place in Sg. Buloh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvHVK2qvnuI/AAAAAAAAABI/ELMgHyGSm-c/s1600-h/photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvHVK2qvnuI/AAAAAAAAABI/ELMgHyGSm-c/s400/photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400331810644139746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's no wifi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the delicious lunch, I went back to the immigration office to play the waiting game. And after waiting for no less than 5 hours, my renewal application was denied. lol. I was denied due to my faulty, unreadable MyKad chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I wasn't even a little bit frustrated or mad at how much of my time is wasted. Besides, it is not really their fault, but they could at least put a Passport Renewal 101 board up so everyone can check what proper documents they need to have. At least 3 strangers had ask me where do they take the form, where to que and what stuff should they need; and I don't even work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To their defense, they did have a banner telling what people need if they want to renew their passport. But it is hung at the corner and poorly described, the average citizen there isn't exactly all Albert Einstein. And they could definitely use a bit more counters to hurry up the processing. I got my que number at 10.40am and it is only 3.15pm I was called. And if my application went through, I don't know how long more I need to wait for the new passport. Possibly forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because my MyKad was faulty, I went to the Sri Petaling JPN to renew it. When I was there, I was kind of in awe at how clean and professional looking the place is. However at the immigration office, the air conditioning is broken, there is no proper line for people to que and it was kinda in a sad state in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvHVLObLlhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jk1KKu_fg7c/s1600-h/photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvHVLObLlhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jk1KKu_fg7c/s400/photo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400331817021314578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JPN at Sri Petaling. I only need to wait 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't blame the whole department but only that branch because I heard the branch at Jalan Duta is adequate. And I am about to go there in 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 3.40am now and I should be there at about 6am. Because this time, I am not taking any chances. Renew Passport go go go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-8380087646841746687?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8380087646841746687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/renew-passport-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/8380087646841746687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/8380087646841746687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/renew-passport-fail.html' title='Renew Passport Fail'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvHUkABRhoI/AAAAAAAAABA/6XOELoDMc5w/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-5110731833366730528</id><published>2009-11-04T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:15:21.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>Moments after getting this blog, I decided to change the layout. So here it is. Unless you read this post from far in the future, the layout has probably been change a couple of times. But for now, this is the only one time it has change. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still some things I want to put but I'm really tired now. Heading to nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-5110731833366730528?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5110731833366730528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/5110731833366730528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/5110731833366730528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622306268972958381.post-5023091936638124954</id><published>2009-11-04T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:30:06.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvE7gGopxtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SR5c4kAcNog/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvE7gGopxtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SR5c4kAcNog/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400162850916910802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, let me introduce myself with a picture of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622306268972958381-5023091936638124954?l=theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5023091936638124954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/5023091936638124954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622306268972958381/posts/default/5023091936638124954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoldsoulshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00580019427676318823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvFBOrMVMqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pwHXb2GUBVI/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9sR0P9hY04/SvE7gGopxtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SR5c4kAcNog/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
