<?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-5352196944936295221</id><updated>2011-09-08T21:28:47.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME, FRIEND</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm in the process of figuring how to pour my heart and soul into this obscure blog. If it's too boring than please close the window. Blogs aren't supposed to be boring, but I'd just like to say "if the heat is too hot then get out of the kitchen". I will succeed. Just in case if you're curious.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-2280322648331942569</id><published>2011-09-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:28:47.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Names and Running</title><content type='html'>I say hi to people that I once used to see everyday in middle school. It is always the same reaction that they give to me. Tjey hesitate or stare off int o the distance without looking at you, waiting for you to remind them who you are. It's ridiculous, and every single time I meet a long ago classmate I tell them the wrong information which tricks them into saying that I'm wrong, and proving they know suffiecient information to prove me wrong. Disdain. Disdain....but back to the wearing pursuit of happiness. Today in cross-country I decided to say "hello friend" to everyone I pass. Joggers aren't a pretty sight to see...maybe a smile and a greeting to the people of the world will compensate for their appearance and loftiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-2280322648331942569?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/2280322648331942569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/09/names-and-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/2280322648331942569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/2280322648331942569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/09/names-and-running.html' title='Names and Running'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-7892778959023435483</id><published>2011-09-03T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:28:36.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Schoolers</title><content type='html'>After joining the after school activity of cross country I have realized that high schoolers aren't that scary. Being flawlessly kind while keeping aloof deep inside will help me overcome the drama that wastes my time. High School is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-7892778959023435483?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/7892778959023435483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/09/high-schoolers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/7892778959023435483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/7892778959023435483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/09/high-schoolers.html' title='High Schoolers'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-1042248970674015</id><published>2011-08-27T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:51:07.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Suck</title><content type='html'>There isn't much to do before school starts, so I watched some movies which goes agianst my principle of productiveness. The Hangover was boring; it was so unrealistic that it made me skeptical of small details making me into an unhappy smartaleck. The schoolteacher bachelor made me think of Seth Green in Entourage because they both sound and act the same. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince made me feel that the director was just trying to get all the details and quirky storylines into the movie. I did not appreciate the cutscenes where the camera would wander around the setting and magical animations would attempt to amaze the audience. Ron is a shallow character who can't see Hermione's lust for him and all the puppy love in the movie bores me. Especially since the puppy love makes talking awkward and choppy and the acting mundane. What is it with Harry's acting? It blows. I like Snape's acting though, but maybe it's easy for him because his character doesn't really do anything but talk with severity and stiffness. By now, people only watch Harry Potter because of the books. No wonder HP lost a star by the fifth movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-1042248970674015?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/1042248970674015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/08/movies-suck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/1042248970674015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/1042248970674015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/08/movies-suck.html' title='Movies Suck'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-643934962629203245</id><published>2011-08-26T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:32:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>This blog is going somewhere. I'm feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-643934962629203245?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/643934962629203245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/08/plan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/643934962629203245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/643934962629203245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/08/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-8904219184092847368</id><published>2011-08-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:06:11.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School is Preeminent in my Life</title><content type='html'>I live in Bellevue Washington. There are less than two weeks until I begin high school, and the posts on this blog will be mostly about school. I am unlike most people; my childhood was wasted on games and my middle school years on fiction. Because the games I played were always outdated and the books I read most not written for a teenage audience, my experience at school will likely vary from your experience. I will be as observant as I can in order to give you the experience of living high school again-this time through my eyes. Situations will be similar but the outcomes will differ. I seriously hope you get a kick out of reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-8904219184092847368?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/8904219184092847368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/08/high-school-is-preeminent-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8904219184092847368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8904219184092847368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2011/08/high-school-is-preeminent-in-my-life.html' title='High School is Preeminent in my Life'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-5957233548202556509</id><published>2009-09-10T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:44:51.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Perspective</title><content type='html'>Today I went to play tennis.  I play tennis at Clyde Hill, an old elementary school I used to go to. So I was rallying on the wall when I saw the little hallways and steps in Cylde Hill. Some nostalgic memories got to me. When I was a small kid, I was really short so in school it would be a really fun adventure, with my imaginaton thats slowly fading away. Seriously, I remember when I could never be bored because I could alwas use my imagination and actually feel the emotions. So, walking around Clyde Hill's Campus which was designed kind of like a cool strip mall-I used to have adventures beyond comprehending. When it rained in elementary school I would just be with my friends hanging out while the rain was sheeting down two feet away-there were little roofs built everywhere. So you just get his sense of security and when you look out into the storm and start daydreaming it takes you places. I remember the feelings my colleages went through when I was in kindergarten and thats why we are so unpredictable. If we just watch a program on T.V. it could influence us a lot, and so thats why we're mean sometimes or selfish, or even errovocably generous. Being a child is like living in a constant imaginary heaven with your own world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-5957233548202556509?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/5957233548202556509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/childs-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/5957233548202556509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/5957233548202556509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/childs-perspective.html' title='A Child&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-4459134247256743350</id><published>2009-09-07T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:09:50.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Airplane Ride Back</title><content type='html'>My adventures from New York have been squeezed onto paper until there was only pulp to my eyes. So begins the airplane ride back to Washington. On the subway there I appreciated the heat as hard as I could for I knew in Washington it would be rainy and cold. There were some rude people on the subway yelling at each other and swearing in public. When we got one the plane, we started eating sandwichs halfway through the ride. My mom loves bagles but hers was a really bad breakfast bagel, while I had a mouth watering buritto. My mom kept making really big gestures to get the burrito. In the end "just one bite" turned out to be half the burrito. The leather seats are still comfortable. Before I knew it we were in Washington. The cold of Washington came over me and I shivered. I forgot what it was like to be cold in New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-4459134247256743350?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/4459134247256743350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/airplane-ride-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/4459134247256743350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/4459134247256743350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/airplane-ride-back.html' title='The Airplane Ride Back'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-8252141384943217110</id><published>2009-09-06T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:52:12.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Biking</title><content type='html'>The second thing we did after looking at the musuems was to go biking. Theres this cool biking program that let's you bike around New York's streets. The bad thing is that this process blocks many streets in New York causing traffic jams especially during rush hour. And the program was only free for an hour so if you return just 1 minute late then you have to charge 10 dollars or something so the "non profit" organization is still making money. The bike ride was really cool though because you got to go through tunnels, downtown streets and Central park. They were also giving out free helmets too. In my perspective I see it as driving, so I'm thinking up all these turns where I cut corners and race ahead. The only thing was my bike had a max speed of 15 miles per hour so I got a headache from too much imaginary racing with my rented bike. It was still really cool to bike around New Yorks downtown area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-8252141384943217110?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/8252141384943217110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-biking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8252141384943217110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8252141384943217110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-biking.html' title='Summer Biking'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-1863695642609428244</id><published>2009-09-05T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:04:15.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montauk Beach</title><content type='html'>About 4 days of shopping later we were going to a beach on long island. When we drove there I saw all these people with manpurses and pink shirts. The Hamptons were kind of like a paradise farm except with huge waterfront houses and sports cars. We finally reached the beach but I forgot to bring sandals so my feet grew numb walking across the hot sand. It was really fine sand so when you stepped on it your foot sank through and it was scalding to the piont of numbness. Then we reached the waves and they were just the right temperature for swimming in.  The waves were around 8 feet high but when we jumped we would be on top of the wave. If you try riding it by doing crawlstroke, you get pummeled onto the ground and you can't move. The saltwater and sand really scrapes you clean so when you get out of the water you feel really clean. The waves just got bigger and bigger, until they broke 20  ft away from shore which was where I was swimming. It was really fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-1863695642609428244?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/1863695642609428244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/montauk-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/1863695642609428244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/1863695642609428244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/montauk-beach.html' title='Montauk Beach'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-3794107688975677784</id><published>2009-09-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:49:52.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park</title><content type='html'>The Museums kind of dissapionted me, but Central Park was great, for a big city like New York. I was expecting really dense forest and suspension bridges with waterfalls and wildlife. I expected way too much. Central Park is a park with a sparse scattering of trees, with lots of areas for recreation and gravel paths for jogging. A man made lake that also served as a resovoir lay in the center of central park. Because it's a resovoir you can't swim in it or anything. Actually, I shouldn't be complaining. I live in  Washington after all, but Central Park is great for the people who live in New York. I think of it as a sort of stress reliever park, where people want to get away from everything and just seek solitude. The first time I went to Central Park was on a picnic with my sister and mom. The thing was our food was horrible, I started complaining so my sister yelled at me for complaining (The food was REALLY bad) and 3 dozen or so baby spiders tried invading my part of the picnic blanket. Central Park was great though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-3794107688975677784?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/3794107688975677784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/central-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/3794107688975677784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/3794107688975677784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/central-park.html' title='Central Park'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-8686061039141845069</id><published>2009-09-02T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:36:45.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guggenheim Museum</title><content type='html'>This museuem is a shaped like a giaent cone, thats upside down. The first piece of art I saw was a stage curtain, with colored patches spread all over it so it looked good, and not uneven, The rest of the art was ALL about one person. Frank Lloyd Right. This guy was a really modern architect, stuck in the 1910's to 1950's, so the first few blueprints and houses were pretty cool when you say the time period these buildings he made were in. But because the musuem was deemed unfit to exhibit any art, all the exhibits were about buildings. So the Guggenheim just became a big realtor for a dead architect for me, and I quickly lost interest. His buildings are still amazing. Some of his designs could even be an airport. Thats how modern he is. Frank Lloyd right, the modernist hero of his time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-8686061039141845069?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/8686061039141845069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/guggenheim-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8686061039141845069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8686061039141845069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/guggenheim-museum.html' title='The Guggenheim Museum'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-4453637230179582303</id><published>2009-09-01T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:02:17.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>European Art and it's Complications</title><content type='html'>When I walked into the Met, they were checking bags. That message made me feel weird. I mean why would people have any bias towards a museum? They're free, and non-profit. Anyways moving on to the art in the musuem. We went through some pieces of nice european art, but over time they looked all the same, because the women always had bonnets and big bulky skirts, so you can't really differentiate from a housewive in europe to another. The men in Europe always had a complicated grimace about them. The painter probably wants me to interpret  the sad grave story this young man had, but I can't that. All I see is a man with a twisted mirthless smile, with grave eyes. That man has a story to tell! Then there were these statues that depicted people that could possibly have been petrified while screaming for their lives. But there were some happy ones. Like the guy that beheaded Medusa. He was giving a wan smile, while holding a bloody head like a trophy for all to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-4453637230179582303?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/4453637230179582303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/european-art-and-its-complications.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/4453637230179582303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/4453637230179582303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/european-art-and-its-complications.html' title='European Art and it&apos;s Complications'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-7373310103592547679</id><published>2009-09-01T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:47:46.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Perspective on Art</title><content type='html'>After all the walking, we go to Musuems. I don't really appreciate art in any form, including cultural. I really do try to appreciate art but to me art is like looking at numbers. Some people say it's fun if you look at the authors message, but I figure it out pretty easily but I'm not interested. Maybe I'm not mature enough. Maybe puberty's hormones change many more things than I thought. For example, now I don't like playing tag that much, when I used to play it every single day, because the goal of outsmarting and cornering the victim just doesn't give me satisfaction anymore. Maybe the time will come when I will revel in the presence of "art".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-7373310103592547679?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/7373310103592547679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-perspective-on-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/7373310103592547679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/7373310103592547679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-perspective-on-art.html' title='My Perspective on Art'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-4925606221648131186</id><published>2009-08-31T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:26:56.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Pedestrian</title><content type='html'>I was so eager to go to New York, because of all the big buildings and because it's New York and It's so famous for stuff like the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State building and the Stock Exchange. I was somewhat dissapionted when our trip was mainly comprised of museums. In Washington I don't have to walk a lot, because the buses aren't crowded and everybody has a car. But in NEW YORK you have to walk everywhere, because the cars go 10 miles per hour in the city.The Subway was our solution, but to my dismay i still had to walk. The good thing is after about 6 hours if shopping with my sisters and running to the subways, you get used to the burning pain stabbed in your heel. The really good thing was now i don't wake up in the middle of the night. I just fall over like dead horse whose been beat up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-4925606221648131186?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/4925606221648131186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-pedestrian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/4925606221648131186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/4925606221648131186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-pedestrian.html' title='I&apos;m a Pedestrian'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-5897209892671647055</id><published>2009-08-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:20:57.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>Anyways After just just a few days in Washington, we had to go get ready to go to New York. So in about a week i had my bags packed and was going to New York. jetBlue was really nice. I enjoyed the leather seats. After a nice four hour ride to New York we rode the subway to where my sister lives, but the heat hit me like a brick wall!. Washington and New York are around the same latitude but the temperature difference could have been 40 degrees! 30 minutes later of riding the subway we arrived in brooklyn. Graffiti covered the walls of most buildings, but it's a nice neighborhood there. After we got settled down in Tina's aparatments, we went out to dinner, and then Ifell straight to sleep. New York was going to be fun for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-5897209892671647055?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/5897209892671647055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/5897209892671647055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/5897209892671647055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-8903767612014167038</id><published>2009-08-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:55:53.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather</title><content type='html'>The weather was probably a normal topic 20 years ago, because it was normal. Now, I think it's going out of control. When I came back from Taiwan, Washington was cold enough to be in fall. Then I went to New York to visit my sister and a heat wave was waiting for us. When I went back to Washington, hoping to get a respite from the extreme weather, I found it as cold as before. And I heard that we just missed a heat wave here in Seattle. With more hurricanes and tornados then ever before, and heat waves breaking records all over the U.S. I think it's safe to say that global warming is taking it's toll. Luckily I saw a commercial that said would save the human race if disaster ever befell us. My hopes for human continuation are now at an all time high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-8903767612014167038?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/8903767612014167038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8903767612014167038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8903767612014167038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/weather.html' title='The Weather'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-4670940273807836254</id><published>2009-08-25T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:40:00.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwanese Culture</title><content type='html'>This link leads to a tourist ad  about Taiwan called Beyond your Expectations . Okay so let me be the judge of this. What do you see thats special? Beautiful landscapes, Farmers that are making a living and big cities. The really big cities in Taiwan are infested with vermin such as really tough cockroches and rats. Once I cut off a cockroaches head, stabbed him in the back and then electrified him for 10 minutes, and I still got to watch the cockroach crowl down a storm drain when Ithrew him away. Theres millions in big cities you know.The Nature scenes are mainly deep in the taiwanese jungle, so they are only easily acsessed by flying over in a plane or looking out the window as your train winds through the wilderness. The ocean is the same too. Most of the ocean is too dangerous and so is illegal to camp on. The parts that are the best are ususally crowded and only aceessible through tiny one story villages in  the middle of nowhere. And iv'e heard that the rain in Taiwan causes you to lose hair. That leaves the farmers which I can't criticize but i doubt you went to Taiwan to bother farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rG71pdQHR8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rG71pdQHR8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-4670940273807836254?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/4670940273807836254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/taiwanese-culture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/4670940273807836254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/4670940273807836254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/taiwanese-culture.html' title='Taiwanese Culture'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-8924676183786886897</id><published>2009-08-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:19:35.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan Fashion</title><content type='html'>When I went to Taiwan, The clothing there was very diverse. Take a walk in the night market and you'll see a crowd of people that looks like an opaque rainbow. They wear brighter side of the color spectrum there, and their shirts often say old sayings and gibberish that sounds cool. I can still recall some such as " I come from the Ghetto!" and "FUN HAPPY PARTY" and "Don't target the person who listens to dead singers!!!" Yes that shirt had 3 excalmation pionts followed by a pink LOL, but because I perceive them as losers at a first glance, I gain self-esteem. I shamelessly say that thats pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-8924676183786886897?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/8924676183786886897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/taiwan-fashion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8924676183786886897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/8924676183786886897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/taiwan-fashion.html' title='Taiwan Fashion'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-3798249643328564392</id><published>2009-06-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:11:34.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summers Finally Here and also Taiwan</title><content type='html'>Schools over. I still feel nostalgic whenever I remember Washington, with it's trees and fresh air. Now i'm in Taiwan, breathing in hot muggy air. I don't know why but whenever i breath in this air it does not make me satisfied. Like in Washington, if you take a deep breath and smell the morning air, and the pine needles, and the flowers, I feel a sense of happiness and satisfaction. Here, when i breath in too much air i feel like retching, and i feel like crap, and i feel suffocated. After a while though you get used to it. It's an unsettling thought for me though. Theres so many drains that give off the noxious fumes of sewege, and mainly, sulfur. And i'm used to breathing in those chemicals. I wonder whats the lifespan here in Taipei?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-3798249643328564392?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/3798249643328564392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/06/summers-finally-here-and-also-taiwan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/3798249643328564392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/3798249643328564392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/06/summers-finally-here-and-also-taiwan.html' title='Summers Finally Here and also Taiwan'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-2208247423609082501</id><published>2009-06-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:59:31.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in this blog for a long time. I guess i'm too distracted by video games, the constant "drama" of middle school and homework. But i guess thats not a great excuse since adults have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to bring my fans up to speed. Second semester had come up rather soon,and I had elected to attend woodshop. Everybody wanted to make furniture out of wood. It sounded so easy, so popular, and so fun......&lt;br /&gt;Second semester went by like a breeze. The only really fun  class was Woodshop. Woodshop was really boring if you couldn't pass the safety tests, you couldn't use the professional stuff like band saws, other kinds of saws, along with sanders capable of sharpening knives. Imagine that. A bunch of 6th grader kids in puberty wanting to prove their dominace. It was a regular day to see a guy get hurt because they were being cocky and laugh about it to prove they were special. Anyways I was surprised at times when I see my friends' egos go out of control. Such is the life of a tween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: My writing may be put together very badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-2208247423609082501?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/2208247423609082501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/2208247423609082501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/2208247423609082501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-96396639970108084</id><published>2008-12-30T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:31:41.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early New Years</title><content type='html'>The party was really fun because we got to eat a bunch of stuff because the adults were cooking and talking to each other at the same time. We played some racing games and watched a movie. Then it was finally time to eat the tiramisu  cake my sisters said there was alcohol on th bottom of the tiramisu, but i thought they were just joking. Suddenly 10 minutes later I was sweating and red all over. I freaked out and immediately ran to my mother. She didn't believe I was "drunk" and sent me away. The other kids sat laughing and making fun of me. I took in every piece of advice from the kids there to make me more sober because the adults wouldn't believe me. Then all in a flash I was waking up in my bed sober as could be. Could it have been a dream? Or was my nightmare real? And what did I do to lose my memory so fast??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-96396639970108084?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/96396639970108084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/96396639970108084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/96396639970108084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-party.html' title='An Early New Years'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-2334253498827967935</id><published>2008-12-30T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:17:06.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of the Party</title><content type='html'>Christmas celebration has passed but more parties make their appearance. Though this was not an average party I was going to, this was a dinner party with my moms boss and his family. The adults and children were gathered at the table with the children on one side and the adults on the opposite. The dinner started off with most of the kids staying silent and awkward. But then my siblings interrupted the peaceful silence by sparking a conversation with the other 2 girls about my various habits. Throughout the dinner party while the adults talked business the girls surrounding me were whispering audibly that when I smiled my veins bulged out or that I was seemingly addicted to anything I came across. Unfortunately I could not make any loud retorts because it was a dinner party&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so I just played along smiling while seething and burning in stubborn anger. I nearly cracked when my sisters began exaggerating about how I love all the girls in my video games. Nobody knew how much I was tortured that night and so I needed to vent my anger on the internet. Pity me if you can. I had to suffer a dinner party full of jokes aimed at me... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-2334253498827967935?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/2334253498827967935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-of-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/2334253498827967935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/2334253498827967935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-of-party.html' title='Life of the Party'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-3394299402171779719</id><published>2008-12-26T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:52:43.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I an Addict?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2LTyQ1SIM4/SVWYKJflZPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fA4D6WRp6D8/s1600-h/tomatomichael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2LTyQ1SIM4/SVWYKJflZPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fA4D6WRp6D8/s320/tomatomichael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284297037903652082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all the Christmas shopping is done, I woke up the other day playing video games for 3 hours strait. My sisters both said I was a serious game addict. Just to convince them i wasn't a total addict I read a novel called The Eye of the World. If only my sisters weren't contradicting me by loudly commenting on how much I played video games and I wouldn't have a life if I didn't have video games. I wondered if that was really true. And if I was this bothered by the comments made by my siblings, then would it be true? Deep down inside am I really a game addict??&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just paranoid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-3394299402171779719?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/3394299402171779719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-addict-day-at-mall.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/3394299402171779719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/3394299402171779719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-addict-day-at-mall.html' title='Am I an Addict?'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2LTyQ1SIM4/SVWYKJflZPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fA4D6WRp6D8/s72-c/tomatomichael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352196944936295221.post-5598141148277046628</id><published>2008-12-25T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:35:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beginning of a Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;    Today marks the beginning of my blog on the internet. My 2 sisters are coming home for the winter break and our break started early because of the winter storms sweeping through the United States. I was amazed when my mom told me that it was snowing in Vegas for the first 30 years. But she took it seriously as an ill-fated omen of power outages and so began preparing by storing the food and checking everything in our refrigerator. I wasn’t really paying attention to anything she was saying, and instead I was daydreaming of when my 2 sisters would come home for Christmas. Meanwhile my mom was again lecturing me for spacing out when she was instructing me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;    Today is finally the day that my sister is coming back and it is also Christmas Eve. But I couldn’t stay idle for the entire day until Christmas and so my mother found a great way to keep both of us busy. She quickly forced on my ugly yellow raincoat and my embarrassing girl boots and told me to shovel the walk while taking poses for her family pictures. For hours I continued this manual labor in the heavy snow while my mom just happily stood by me taking pictures of me shoveling snow. I don’t know but I get really mad when somebody secretly tries to take pictures of me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Is that a flaw or is that natural?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352196944936295221-5598141148277046628?l=insideperspectives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/feeds/5598141148277046628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-marks-beginning-of-my-blog-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/5598141148277046628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352196944936295221/posts/default/5598141148277046628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideperspectives.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-marks-beginning-of-my-blog-on.html' title='A Beginning of a Blog'/><author><name>MICHAEL YANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12389303303489966604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkjfF2aYU-Q/Tle1O2Uzt3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/AOqhRv5xkzY/s220/DSC04014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
