<?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-8150860231176912576</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:27:33.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of a Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'>The days go by, and dreams seem to mix with reality, intertwining...
...Becoming one...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-6701776294366924670</id><published>2009-11-15T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:32:08.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-machines and fanfiction stories</title><content type='html'>Going to the hardware store today, I've realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have machines that do just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a juice maker, a bread maker, a toaster, a coleslaw maker, coffee machine, tea machine, oven, calculator etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must wonder whether all of it is necessary. I mean, how much work can people actually not do? Think about it. We've striven to build literally every manner of device just to shirk doing work. You have a bread maker because you don't want to knead dough. You have a coffee machine because you don't even know how to make coffee. You have a calculator because you're too lazy to think. You use a computer to find information instead of going to the library. Well, that's actually a good point, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if all the work was done by machines then what are people suppose to do? Sit in front of the telly and PC like zombies? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which by the way we and you and I are all doing now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets so outrageous that the first thing we would most likely have robots do is to help us dress like in the movies. You'd literally be spoon fed and drinking out of a straw. Reminds me a bit of the humans in Wall-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that know me (mostly) know that. If you hadn't known you know now. Though, you probably don't need to know. Confusing? Not like some fanfiction stories I've sifted through. I'm seriously contemplating quitting reading. Finding stories of good quality is like finding a needle in a haystack. Hard work and back breaking and sometimes doesn't pay. Mythbusters had to create wacky machines. I have to stare blankly in horror at the computer screen. I think I drew the short end of the stick there. It's more fun to build wacky devises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be some really nice fanfiction stories out there. There still more likely is. However they are getting increasingly scarce. The nicest stories I've read were all written years back. Looking for new material that rival is hard. Even worse, is that all the good ones that are NOT finished STAYS unfinished. Some good writers have been dropping their pens for unknown reasons. If it's because you're unsatisfied with your work, go read the story with the summary 'XY and XX go down for some luv XD first ficcy, R&amp;amp;R much more interesting than it sounds' with strange capital punctuations here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I read from one author comment is right. If you want good stories you have to write them yourself. Just that I'm downright lazy. There are some little bands of writers that ahve strived to maintain quality. Artemis Fowl fanfic for one has an archive. But the bad news is like all the good things it has been stagnant for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, what must one do just to read some nice fiction online? Rob a bank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To those that have no idea what I have just ranted about, don't worry. You do not need to know. Instead enjoy some cello. This is from the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Okuribito'&lt;/span&gt;, the winner of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign Film Award&lt;/span&gt; for this year's Academy Awards. If you haven't watched it, do so. It's pretty heartwarming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBiJOB-0Sfg&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/zBiJOB-0Sfg&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;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is by Joe Hisaishi. I think I'm going to look for other of his compositions. Best to listen to on a nice quiet night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a polyp in my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or so it is supposedly :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-6701776294366924670?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/6701776294366924670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=6701776294366924670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6701776294366924670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6701776294366924670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/11/multi-machines-and-fanfiction-stories.html' title='Multi-machines and fanfiction stories'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-9072543486129493598</id><published>2009-11-13T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:18:45.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah yes, the sweet taste of freedom and yet-to-come-boredom</title><content type='html'>Today, I rejoice for my new found one-and-a-half months worth of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, I'll more likely be so bored out of my wits I'd WISH there was something like school. Just so that I can run off to Angsana and go bug Ke Li, Yi May, Audrey and Jeremy and play Monoploly with them. Or play Monopoly Deal with Kelly, Hui Min and Em while they crash in the library-turned-office(we have a photocopier and a tank of fish for now) that has no space for a library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though maybe not by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I'll still have to go to school for debating, even though I may not speak. And then there's still some librarian work to sort. And that outing with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I may crash over at a friend's place to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my part time job plan will fall through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I end up debating the entire holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe not next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, what is one suppose to do during holidays when you don't go around the world every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rot at home as your brain wastes away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly, since I have options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I question the need for holidays longer than two weeks. If two weeks are long enough for the brain to turn to goo, man i pity American kids. After three months without school, seeing the school halls would be like seeing a whole different alien planet all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers would most likely go, 'Boy with the name XXX, do you understand me? Take me to your MIND.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's most likely why they have summer camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is kind of like, what we are hoping for all year long(holidays, that is) we can't seem to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like we literally forget what we're doing, and why we're doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of what we're doing, didn't I write something similar to this last year's hols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Checks. Stones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a topic and a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And while I'm complaining about all this, I just realized I have a mock exam for english literature tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like the studying type though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCXxWNrUing&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/OCXxWNrUing&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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I definitely need all the right moves. Onerepublic, I like :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-9072543486129493598?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/9072543486129493598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=9072543486129493598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/9072543486129493598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/9072543486129493598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-yes-sweet-taste-of-freedom-and-yet.html' title='Ah yes, the sweet taste of freedom and yet-to-come-boredom'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-5328031354806668646</id><published>2009-10-17T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:08:12.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the VMAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the VMAs 09 in NYC, I learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Kanye West is a jerk. Some words that are said should never be said. When they are they can never be taken back. Especially when those words are about Taylor Swift&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not that I particularly like Taylor, but)&lt;/span&gt;. Dissing Taylor was definitely not a star moment for him. Now everyone is giving him the 'love lockdown'.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (excuse the pun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gossipcenter.com/files//celeb-gossip/images/photos/taylor-swift-vma-09-snub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.gossipcenter.com/files//celeb-gossip/images/photos/taylor-swift-vma-09-snub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the VMAs 09 in NYC, I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Russell Brand is now worthy of an entrance with a Queen's song(courtesy of Katy Perry). His comments on wordly-matters are - enlightening at best. British Humor, I can't see it well otherwise. There were moments. &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.co.uk/files/imagecache/gallery_wide/2009/09/14/rusell-brand_pg50924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 426px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mtv.co.uk/files/imagecache/gallery_wide/2009/09/14/rusell-brand_pg50924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the VMAs 09 in NYC, I learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quick-change is a skill properly highlighted by Lady Gaga. Three different costumes(four if you count the one she performed in), all different and unique in their own rights, all in one night is a feat. Truly I've never seen a star that's so 'gaga' over clothes like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/thumbnail/400/491/cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/546/91/Lady_Gaga_vma_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 491px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/thumbnail/400/491/cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/546/91/Lady_Gaga_vma_2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the VMAs 09 in NYC, I learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That firefighter trucks and London buses work as &lt;em&gt;doubles for limousines&lt;/em&gt;. Pink and Cobra Starship really now how to make a choice on using utilitarian vehicles. I wonder where Taylor Swift got the carriage. The pumpkin farm would have a lot of customers..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addict.com/news/photos/v/vma_2009/notable_arrivals/pink_firetruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 498px; HEIGHT: 550px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.addict.com/news/photos/v/vma_2009/notable_arrivals/pink_firetruck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/v/vma_2009/notable_arrivals/taylor_swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/v/vma_2009/notable_arrivals/taylor_swift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the VMAs 09 in NYC, I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there are people who love their hometowns. Case point, Jay Z and Alicia Keys. That was the nicest song I heard sung by Jay Z and about a hometown. And here it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7b8F5eBCtRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7b8F5eBCtRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;&lt;em&gt;Yes, this was an excuse to play this song :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for all djians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy holidays and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good luck for the exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sejarah is a torture :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-5328031354806668646?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/5328031354806668646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=5328031354806668646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5328031354806668646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5328031354806668646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-vmas.html' title='At the VMAs'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-6024845841696539908</id><published>2009-09-24T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:51:27.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, God d^#% it......</title><content type='html'>It's hot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sweltering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my brain got fried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a ton of work due that's not done. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm using the computer without my mother's permission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's just 'heating up', isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder where all the rainy nights and afternoons went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you can hear me, please note that the PJ area is in need of a serious shower. Bring all the rain, acid rain, pouring rain, as long as it's not a drizzle. Even a storm will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as it is strong, pounding RAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if I were cliche, I'd add a song by Rain(you know, the korean singer that people actually get hyped about? Yes that Rain) but since I don't listen to Rain, nor do i intend to, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-6024845841696539908?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/6024845841696539908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=6024845841696539908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6024845841696539908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6024845841696539908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain-god-d-it.html' title='Rain, God d^#% it......'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-5586308097717253036</id><published>2009-09-23T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:33:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Reflection</title><content type='html'>In physics the other day(those that absolutely hate physics may roll their eyes now and plead boring teachers) we learned that the distance we and the mirror are apart is well, mirrored by the mirror. That means if I'm 15 meters away from the mirror, it would look like I'm very very far away from the mirror. So actually it would look like I'm 30 meters away, so to speak.&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not understanding where this is all going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://vwkombi.com/photos/beetle-bash-bug-jam-etc/Images/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let's say you are the pink(or purple) car in that mirror. From this mirror, up close, it looks like it's quite far back. That's the actual distance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if you're looking from the PINK car INTO the mirror FROM that distance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would see the himself there as freakishly far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's double, if you think about it from the scientific point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still don't get a clue what I'm driving at yet with this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then forget the huge mumbo jumbo scientific nonsense for a minute. That's not what I'm getting at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take the mirror as the point in our life - our goal so to speak. The job we want, the love we pine for, the feeling of freedom of dream of, or just being able to see the daylight of tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the distance as whatever hardship you could face in your life(pick one from your nice long list)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our goals have the habit(like the mirror) to reflect the distance we have to travel, to make it twice as long as it is. It becomes longer, looks harder to traverse and seem like there's too much work to be done. Just the sight of ourselves in the mirror, standing far, far away is enough to terrify us. To make us unable to move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the distance remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe if you can look past the fact that the hardships are merely doubled and overly exaggerated, and that if you work, if you move closer to that goal.......Then, like walking closer to a mirror, the you in the mirror seems more and more absurdly closer. And before you know, you're touching the mirror, the reflection of yourself blending oh-so-well with one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End moral of the story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that long. The length is magically created by your mind. So since it's magically created, it will magically poof away when you move your butt. It's not that hard as it seems to seize a goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, seize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now where did i put that mirror of mine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-5586308097717253036?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/5586308097717253036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=5586308097717253036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5586308097717253036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5586308097717253036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-reflection.html' title='Mirror Reflection'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-5808101930237114240</id><published>2009-08-22T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:35:06.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I think I going through a withdrawal syndrome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I don't want to think about stuff I used to think about a lot because I feel like something's gone horribly wrong. With what I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like doing the things I used to do because I feel like I've been following the routine for too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel as sociable and cheery and confident as I used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't very like that in the beginning anyway. It just somehow feels like its gotten worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I'm getting the yips all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I'm afraid of something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm not admitting to myself what I'm so afraid of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather not admit it to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, who likes to wake up one day from a paradise and learn that in reality it is the end of the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my case isn't THAT drastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just feels like I want to stay in my ignorant, carefree shell for just a while longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that if I stay in there any longer I'm going to face hell once I come out. But I'd rather live with just a bit more of unjustifiable, selfish calm before having to face the dragons and lions and all that are baring their teeth at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live for just a while longer feeling like there's nothing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I deserve a little shred of unjustifiable calm as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fervently wish though that when i come to my senses all in the world is righted without me having to lift a finger, but it's all just wishful thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, everyone wish that the world will be alright the day we wake up, don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I need a change of pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and a thunderbolt to strike me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-5808101930237114240?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/5808101930237114240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=5808101930237114240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5808101930237114240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5808101930237114240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/08/withdrawal-syndrome.html' title='Withdrawal Syndrome'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-5784881250071647941</id><published>2009-08-22T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:12:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PC and me</title><content type='html'>I've recently went through several heart palpitations over the hunk of metal called my PC. Installing a new graphics card has caused both me and Tien Yi much heart ache. And now after some research over some problems I've been having with the PC (another round of heart stopping events happened that I'd rather not go into-something to do with pci.sys and 'PAGE_FAULT_IN_NONPAGED_AREA), I've finally found out my RAMS could be well busted(faulty in techno terms). I don't know whether or not I wan't to spend money(RM 40) for RAM tho. Sad la, my RAM is a low yah one(a DDR version for those that now ur PCs).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a new CPU, but that would mean losing my info and not getting a digital camera (finally!). Only if the motherboard crashed for good or the hard drive ran its last laps can I ask my mum for a spanking-new CPU(we've had ours since 2000 i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish my literature homework this afternoon like i planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead i slept the entire afternoon away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a mental slump somewhere in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare go upstairs to get my pen drives because I'm afraid of the PC dying on me all over again.(It loves to die on me now when I'm not using it for more than half an hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my hand is starting to ache because of the 100-push-up-exercises we did in karate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's just simply peachy isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;I wish i struck gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(about RM2000 actually) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so I can get a new CPU and a new digital camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-5784881250071647941?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/5784881250071647941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=5784881250071647941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5784881250071647941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5784881250071647941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/08/pc-and-me.html' title='The PC and me'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-407946984262849894</id><published>2009-08-15T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:46:38.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A father to a son</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;amp;hl=en&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;&lt;br /&gt;Something touching I saw on Oprah. Really makes you see that there are some really wonderful parents in the world in the midst of all these abusive parents you see on the papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-407946984262849894?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/407946984262849894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=407946984262849894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/407946984262849894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/407946984262849894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/08/father-to-son.html' title='A father to a son'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-2626083856091709913</id><published>2009-08-15T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:36:59.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Small Narrow World</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a long row of nights, I'm actually feeling sleepy on a Saturday night that I get to use to computer till the late hours of dawn.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I took an afternoon nap for 2 hours too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to blog when you are closing to half-asleep is a bit like trying to push through a fog. You can see, but you can't see; you can think, but you can't think-kind of feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how people can think of stuff to blog about at close to every single day of your lives. After all, most days in your life compromise of boring, generic stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;at 2 in the afternoon I MET Q. SO HOT :3 Hope he invites me to dinner, but he didn't today. Sigh :( He's so hot XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not just one day. &lt;b&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/b&gt; of this same kind of gushy material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; a royal bore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything can be a royal bore actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;For example&lt;/b&gt;: I'm finding the internet a royal bore because i have nothing i want to do on the net. And they say the net is suppose to be the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;'World-Wide-Web',&lt;/span&gt; which brings to mind having lots of stuff to do, after all it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;'World-Wide'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then  people restrict themselves on what to read and what to d0 on the net based on their own preferences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a door that may seem infinitesmally wide will somehow or the other shrink to the size of a cat door because of the amount of brick, red tape and barriers that we put up oursleves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing that right now, just like how millions of internet users are doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I &lt;i&gt;hypothetically&lt;/i&gt;, 0ne day, decide to visit &lt;b&gt;any &lt;/b&gt;kind of website, be it about tuberculosis or a game site or a porn site&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(that's a bit bad of me, but it's about not caring for boundaries so)&lt;/span&gt; I more likely will have not enough time on the net to read everything and do everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sleep's muddling my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a point to all of my rambling above, though most likely its a bit messed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world isn't small. It's just our pitiful mind that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small and narrow-minded, that's what humans are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There really is no point in me bringing up all this, except for the fact my narrow scope of mind has interpreted that I have nothing else left to do online except blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So blog it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now allow me to return to my narrow virtual reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;as i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's the lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-2626083856091709913?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/2626083856091709913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=2626083856091709913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2626083856091709913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2626083856091709913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-small-narrow-world.html' title='My Small Narrow World'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-3213328240004541382</id><published>2009-07-26T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:05:19.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was no storm</title><content type='html'>I think I'm the kind to expect the worse out of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm given an interlude I'm bound to think something bad's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if nothing was particularly wrong I would think it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong that everything would go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that really makes everything alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time in a long while, I think I'm feeling more like myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was thanks to a day of food, card games and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I'm thankful.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely say, there's no more storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QujJlmGxges&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QujJlmGxges&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this song on youtube. There really is one heck of a song database :) Damn nice song, with lots of touching emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;to my dear seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-3213328240004541382?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/3213328240004541382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=3213328240004541382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/3213328240004541382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/3213328240004541382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-was-no-storm.html' title='There was no storm'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-6037108508333517468</id><published>2009-07-26T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:49:39.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care</title><content type='html'>you know, I've been hearing that a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard it said by my younger brother when I reprimanded him for bad behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard it said&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(well saw it written on an MSN page) &lt;/span&gt;by an 11-year-old girl who had a potty mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard it uttered by another junior of mine, when she was in a pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think i heard it all from the younger generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I don't care if i fail my exams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care if you're scolding me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care if you don't like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care if i don't go to school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care if you don't let me do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care if I'm like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel amused and slightly apprehensive about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at this issue from an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'eye for an eye, tooth for tooth'&lt;/span&gt; ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't care, then i don't care whether or not you are being fed, being taken care of properly, that you're living in the same environment, whether or not you're living and breathing, whether or not you're happy or sad, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't mean a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single dime&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because simply put. If you don't care, then what gives you jurisdiction to think that we must care for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why would your parents care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would your teachers care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'I don't care', isn't something that should be said lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens Mahatma Ghandi came up with '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an eye for an eye makes the world go blind'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cause really, if there was no care, then no one would live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If the politicians didn't care, we'd be in deep sh@$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the environmentalists didn't care, we'd have no planet to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the teachers didn't care, no one gets taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the society didn't care, we are going to have a spiking crime rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone didn't care, we wouldn't even be in the 21st century(after all, i don't care if i live in a cave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something uttered by someone so young, more so since the future generation that will succeed us and supposedly bring about a new legacy. They don't give a damn whether they've done something wrong be it in the eyes of law and the eyes of the public and the eyes of their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They just don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; disgusts &lt;/span&gt;me. This don't care-ish attitude. Makes me want to go to that child with a bar of soap and wash out their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People murder because they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People steal because they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cheat because they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People become monsters when they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me see, that these people are already beaten before they even started, that they won't bring change, that they are going to be the contributors to the downfall of society. It's the people that are thinking of this kind of logic now that is beginning to destroy our world. All we're doing is increasing the rot by letting our children think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents really should drive the point home that you can't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I don't care'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull the wool out of their ears and the cotton in front of their eyes. Pound it into them that yes, they should care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because really, don't you think its disheartening?&lt;br /&gt;Hearing them say they don't care that our world is falling into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;After all, you care don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be glad that I still care whether or not you're going to grow up right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; has to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going to get better. It's not.'~Dr Seuss~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-6037108508333517468?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/6037108508333517468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=6037108508333517468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6037108508333517468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6037108508333517468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-2266294763836875731</id><published>2009-07-24T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:10:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm Before the Storm</title><content type='html'>It's peaceful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my pre-occupations are finally done and dealt with. All of them cleared and stacked in neat little boxes to be storaged somewhere in the crevices of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPS is done and over. I've finally reached a post-withdrawal stage where I can safely talk about it without breaking into an anxiety attack. There is Hi-tea and gift presenting tho( I think I'm going to have another attack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety attacks and high stress levels don't seem to help me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me more muddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me eat less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me come down with strange diseases(shingles/'ular')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a calm in my other arena too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not debating and concentrating back on school life is helping me re-assimilate with normal society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to start re-learning the speaking skills I used in debate and mix it with normal conversation. If that's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying though. The calm comes before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the storm ahead of me somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work load re-piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skimping on school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messing up some other project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a laze faze now, more likely due to the fact my brain's shutting down after 6 months of worrying and working. I don't exactly know how long it takes to get out of laze fazes but I'm going to do it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's going to be a storm after the calm, it's still nice to enjoy the calm that is now. Looking at my future and screaming and tearing my hair over it will kill me in the end. May as well make sure that before my death I live a satisfying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dire and depressing as it sounds, it's reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in looking the other way and hoping it misses you. Because it's looking and staring right at you, reality. And the only way to properly deal with it, is to stare it in the eye, and still live your life the way you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I can master that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staind-Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyjL7AJlSIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyjL7AJlSIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;We have to start accepting reality, before it destroys us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-2266294763836875731?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/2266294763836875731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=2266294763836875731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2266294763836875731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2266294763836875731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/07/calm-before-storm.html' title='The Calm Before the Storm'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-4541008298341521162</id><published>2009-07-24T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:47:23.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zetsubou(despair)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple line that has only one meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I'm upset, distressed and anxious over a certain matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons and actions afterwards are many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, one can do many things in despair.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 1&lt;/span&gt;: I'm upset over something that happened in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 2&lt;/span&gt;: Someone's upset has made me upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 3&lt;/span&gt;: I'm upset with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 4&lt;/span&gt;: Someone I know has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 5&lt;/span&gt;: Someone I know is leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 6&lt;/span&gt;: I have been retrenched from the work force, and lost everything to debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 7&lt;/span&gt;: My boyfriend/girlfriend dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 8&lt;/span&gt;: I had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reason 9&lt;/span&gt;: There is no more meaning to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 10&lt;/span&gt;: I have an anxiety/depression disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETC, ETC, ETC, ETC, ETC, ETC.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 1&lt;/span&gt;: Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 2&lt;/span&gt;: Suck up and carry on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 3&lt;/span&gt;: Put on a false front and start stabbing behind people's backs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 4&lt;/span&gt;: isolation from society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 5&lt;/span&gt;: Giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 6&lt;/span&gt;: Suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 7&lt;/span&gt;: Making everyone else in your life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 8&lt;/span&gt;: Gain harsh and unbending views about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possible outcome 9&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETC, ETC, ETC, ETC, ETC, ETC, ETC.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, despair will always somehow appear, so a reason and outcome is always there. What you are upset and afraid about is so subjective if I tried to predict every single reason of sadness and the outcome of it I'd have to scan through heaven knows how much neutron signals that run through a person every second. A gargantuan task that would even fry a super computer. The only people that know yourself is you. And your despair is your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, someone once told me this: "you have the right to be stupid, but we also have the right to point out you are stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the logic of the right of another person, I can also say this."I have the right to feel despaired. It's also my right to tell and let other people know and feel my despair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all everyone has rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my 'right'at this moment, is to tell you all simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; a bit of anxiety and boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;goes a long way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Pcb0sOZTnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Pcb0sOZTnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&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;Manic Street Preachers-From Despair to Where&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-4541008298341521162?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/4541008298341521162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=4541008298341521162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4541008298341521162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4541008298341521162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/07/zetsuboudespair.html' title='Zetsubou(despair)'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-8853780471059370348</id><published>2009-06-21T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:13:32.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I just went and read a senior's first blog post. I look at it, stare at it, scrutinize it, and begin to wonder. When do we all just start changing so dramatically? Compared to now, his blogging from 2 years back or so seem so....... well, innocent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just exactly when do we change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a friend from primary that was nice, though she had big dreams of being 'popular'. Three years down the road, we don't really talk anymore, and my mum bumps into her mum. She's changed as well. Cares more about friends, cheerleading, and clubbing and being 'popular' rather than her studies. Definitely a 180 degree change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some guy friends back from primary that were quite nice as well. Heard from someone that they've turned into absolute jackasses. Some friends, i don't keep into contact anymore, but certainly, they've changed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three years, we can change so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times we change is also quite something to behold sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how we change is the same issue as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just change....... so much in so short a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain I've been changing all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a nonchalant and distant child who had no shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an emo child for a good 2 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming quite an awkward, anime-loving teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a mostly, responsible(I think), not so sociable, more jaded person who still likes anime but not so obsessively anymore( I think; see the insecurity? :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hold a fascination for that much longer. I can't seem to get over the fact that people may be looking at me as if I'm a stupid idiot. I still think I don't meet the expectations of many people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to speak, to think, to lead, to do everything that I need to do, to keep in time, to write more, to be more emphatic, to be more responsible........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing, getting older every year, getting wiser every year, maturing, making mistakes. That's what humans are made to do. And in the end, we all return to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a list of things anyone could learn over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we meet that list is a different matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we're still changing. We're still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people haven't moved just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But change? Change is definitely going to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that it's the right change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxOW6AEjsps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxOW6AEjsps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like his version better than the original :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-8853780471059370348?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/8853780471059370348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=8853780471059370348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/8853780471059370348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/8853780471059370348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-3104927698199554774</id><published>2009-06-08T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:57:13.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concept of Sleepovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Definition of sleepover&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the act of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/spending" title="spending" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/night" title="night" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/guest" title="guest" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;guest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; in another's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/house" title="house" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, especially the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/participant" title="participant" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/children" title="children" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;children&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;That sure says a lot about us teenagers that do this activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;How many sleepovers has one been to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'm currently blogging from the second sleepover at a friend's house in my entire 16 years of life, and I got to tell you, the basic criterias of the sleepovers haven't really been met so far &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(well, based on what I believe about the stereotype of sleepovers...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;a) We've never lasted all the way up till morning &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(tho' me and Yean Yi are going to try for this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;b) We haven't had a pillow fight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(like the ones you see in movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;c) We haven't called and harassed someone in the middle of the night &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(another usual, i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;d) We haven't really gossiped about people &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(that I'm not sure is staple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;e)............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;In the end, I think I've just been loafing at someone's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;And that is suppose to be fun for many teenagers my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't have anything to blog about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't wait for camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-3104927698199554774?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/3104927698199554774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=3104927698199554774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/3104927698199554774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/3104927698199554774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/06/concept-of-sleepovers.html' title='The Concept of Sleepovers'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-4005382973437548728</id><published>2009-06-04T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:49:59.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Malaysian Habit O_o</title><content type='html'>Now, we know our race. Our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;breed. Let's say we have many tricks up our sleeves. Many that even I don't know whether they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; us or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notably though, is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysian sense of driving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the weather, but on the Friday of the 1st Exam week something went terribly wrong with the heads of the parent-cum-chauffeurs and hired private vans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lost the ability to understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRAFFIC LIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic light only has three colored lights. Red, green, and yellow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(not in order)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, after years &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or maybe just a few months)&lt;/span&gt; of driving and passing their driving license exams, knowledge seems to have flown out the window completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;= 'go'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;='speed up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; = well, still 'go'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the proper meanings, don't lie. But we also have the fantastic idea that it's fine not to pay a single bit of notice to the original rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly MALAYSIAN, isn't it? Like our habit not to read manuals &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what does this button do?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the only thing that happened was huge congestion and the possibility for a pedestrian student to get rammed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue case, 'mua. I got caught between a car that was not suppose to move and one that was suppose to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I came out unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a nice way to teach kids how to respect the traffic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Son, make your own rules on the road. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAT THE TRAFFIC LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, adults, for that wonderful, eye-opening lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't mind if I run that red light now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;parents these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-4005382973437548728?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/4005382973437548728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=4005382973437548728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4005382973437548728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4005382973437548728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-malaysian-habit-oo.html' title='2nd Malaysian Habit O_o'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-4893625654619137256</id><published>2009-06-04T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:25:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's face the music people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIARS&lt;/span&gt;. In every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so? Then tell me the one time you haven't told a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately white lies count as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure sometimes we tell them to make sure we don't hurt someone's feelings, but you're still hurting them. Especially when they hear from someone else about the truth &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(seriously, man. That cape looks godawful on you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. You telling me you're not that kind of person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let me tell you another way we lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROCRASTINATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, you say. Doesn't procrastinate mean '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to put off something or delay it'&lt;/span&gt;? Doesn't that equal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'laziness'&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'lying&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I put it into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint a household scenario. Mom asks you to wash your socks. You say that you have another week to school reopens so you have time.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: i want to watch tv. I''l do it later.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: I want to go out with my friends. I'll do it later. &lt;br /&gt;Day 3: I want to use the PC. Do it later.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Have to help do something else. No time.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: I can wear smelly socks to school. No need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've lied haven't we? For 7 days, we lied that we'd do it the next day. In the end, we lied to ourselves that we have the time and effort and willpower to do it later. After all that time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; gets done. It's a wondrous lie isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One we always love to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still shaking your head and saying you don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good for you to that small factions for being a goody-goody. God up there will be proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those other oblivious fools, congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have carried on lying to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck I bid to you as you dig your grave. 'Cause your going to need all that luck trying to get out of it when it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I need luck and willpower too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-4893625654619137256?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/4893625654619137256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=4893625654619137256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4893625654619137256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4893625654619137256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-face-music-people.html' title=''/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-6245334980999375984</id><published>2009-05-28T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:32:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unedited and Unabridged Version of Sulking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO THE DEAR IDIOTS SITTING AT THE TOP UP THERE: (yes you, government)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu with your decision to cap the subjects at 10, allow me, as a student about to take my SPM exam next year, to tell you how dismally stupid your idea is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the limit is too restricting. Please look at the urban schools as well besides your residential schools and rural areas. In the packages given to us by our schools, pure science streams and art streams have to take 9 subjects automatically. You're currently asking us to pick ONLY 1 subject like that. How is that fair and just for all students? What if I want to take English Lit because I like English? What if I want to take accounts because I'm considering being an accountant besides a doctor? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT? ARE YOU GOING TO SAY WE CAN'T DREAM AND HAVE CHOICES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, what kind of gauge do you have that many students are taking so many subjects that they are overshadowing other students? You are only looking at EXTREME cases. I make friends with a lot of seniors, and the amount of subjects on average that they take are only 12. How many students are going to take 16 or more? Some extraordinaire can do it, but majority of us would get a brain hemorrhage from all that studying. You are being pessimistic in believing that all of us are crazy study freaks. For goodness sake, look at the bigger picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, what gives you the right to decide how well we're going to cope with a subject? Just because 1 student can't handle 12, does that mean the rest of us can't? How is this going to benefit us when we're not allowed to learn what we want to learn? You are merely trying to blanket up what you think is a problem, and pass it off as a viable solution. What we can or cannot do is up to us to decide, not you. We know ourselves, we're old enough. If you think those residential students need help, give them APPROPRIATE HELP, not USELESS HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your reasoning for putting this unnecessary tight limit is because you say residential school and rural area school students don't have the facilities and the teachers, but doing this affirmative action isn't going to help anyone. You are merely smothering up the problems of the rural school and residential school students. They don't have the resources, GIVE THEM RESOURCES. Don't have the teachers? GET THEM THE TEACHERS. You are not solving anything by putting a cap on the entirety of students. Taking away the freedom of choice of students is not going to benefit who you want to benefit, because in the end, those students don't get to learn, they don't have your facilities, they still don't have your teachers. If that's the case 10's going to be a problem still. Are you going to lower the limit down to 6 then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny that some students are a bit whack in taking that many and just for the As, but then this current cap doesn't solve your problem. If you don't want it to be about As, then use other factors as well. Take into account co-curriculum. Instead of marking and deciding scholarships based on As, do it an average mark basis. Take the amount of marks totalled from all the subjects that person took, and divide it by the number of subjects. But don't take away freedom of choice, or at least put a more feasible limit (12 is good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you people up there have ears, or else these voices down here aren't going to be pretty. (remember, we vote next election)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-6245334980999375984?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/6245334980999375984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=6245334980999375984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6245334980999375984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6245334980999375984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-unedited-and-unabridged-version-of.html' title='My Unedited and Unabridged Version of Sulking'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-25934325269668562</id><published>2009-05-16T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:31:20.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem With Exams</title><content type='html'>It isn't like me to go online on the Saturday just before exams start. Usually I'm forced to bunker in my room to study. Somehow or the other, I'm turning into quite the procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets leave procrastination for a separate topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, we are deprived of our usual entertainment &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(parents don't understand that teenagers don't study past 10 at night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, we are asked questions we wouldn't use in real life &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(seriously, what's the point learning how mitosis is performed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, it saps us of our strength &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(studying late nights is bad for our bodies...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th, we are plunged into boredom &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no TV and PC allowed remember?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th, we are stuck with mental blocks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like mine in blogging rite now, that's why this topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS, BE GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ying to try&lt;br /&gt;to put that extra mile&lt;br /&gt;procrastination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-25934325269668562?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/25934325269668562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=25934325269668562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/25934325269668562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/25934325269668562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/05/problem-with-exams.html' title='The Problem With Exams'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-2157333295416741603</id><published>2009-05-09T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:48:45.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the matter of the past</title><content type='html'>Ah yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIUM debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not that extreme. Just I feel like blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with the most obvious point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST EVERYONE AT THE DEBATE CAME DOWN WITH FOOD POISONING ('mua included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's never happened before, but lady luck dictates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor IIUM people were scurrying around doing damage control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we move to the day by day chronicling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day&lt;br /&gt;-long sleepy intro talk; slept then to replenish energy&lt;br /&gt;-insistent LEO people calling (that was my fault though); problem was solved&lt;br /&gt;-won both rounds of that day (1st round trashing[uniforms were a practical rehearsed topic thanks to wira]; 2nd round harder but was clear win)&lt;br /&gt;-stomach still in good health because didn't go to banquet (thank the gods wherever they may be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;br /&gt;-won 2, lost 1, final round was silent and left us worried (we lost the humor round, confound it)&lt;br /&gt;-john was there for half the day and gave the judge that gave the win to the other team a poor score(didn't affect the poor man much since he was judging in the finals)&lt;br /&gt;-quite snappish during the last prep round due to fatigue&lt;br /&gt;-reached home at 12.30&lt;br /&gt;-stomach had horrible adverse reaction 3 times in the middle of the night; clear signs o' diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day&lt;br /&gt;-we broke 10th place and may have had to go against our sister(nay brother; they're mostly guys)team, but there was a miscalculation and we were re-ranked 11th(other team no change)&lt;br /&gt;-got charcoal pill from Pn Angie and water retention pill from John. Siew and El found a quiet place for me(with diarrhea) and Daniel(high fever) to sleep till next round(at 2)&lt;br /&gt;-unfortunately both teams lost at octo :(&lt;br /&gt;-no worries. Cam hogged in the classroom afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit happens. But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret it. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though the school's not paying back my cash and I got scolded at by the LEO people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best experiences I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took the form 5 team to break 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year it took a form 4 team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a bright future. No matter what anyone says about winning everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ll you people&lt;br /&gt;who believe that winning is everything&lt;br /&gt;go f*&amp;amp;^ off&lt;br /&gt;cause you don't know the true meaning&lt;br /&gt;of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-2157333295416741603?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/2157333295416741603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=2157333295416741603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2157333295416741603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2157333295416741603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-matter-of-past.html' title='On the matter of the past'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-9016352348999486014</id><published>2009-05-09T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:25:05.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>One word says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swamped&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asphyxiate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choke to death&lt;/span&gt; and turn to a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lifeless corpse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden dark perception, one asks?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I just read john's blog so sue me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary, my dear Watson. Let us examine the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st. &lt;/span&gt;The MAIN, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH-SO OBVIOUS&lt;/span&gt; C.O.D.--------- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd.&lt;/span&gt; The crunch of time to start preparing for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MPS and camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gasps*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I asked for it so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd. &lt;/span&gt;My obvious financial crisis &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( I NEED TO CLAIM FROM WEICHERN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4th.&lt;/span&gt; And actually, one which I also am asking for.     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DEBATE SEASON MAY NOT BE OVER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(keyword : MAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention other various causes.................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, fellow gentlemen and ladies, the cause of death is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLEARLY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drowning&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNDER PRESSURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like all the other students out there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone, it's crunch time&lt;br /&gt;say your prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-9016352348999486014?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/9016352348999486014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=9016352348999486014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/9016352348999486014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/9016352348999486014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/05/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-2386176845711651276</id><published>2009-04-11T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:27:48.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Many Malaysian Habits.......</title><content type='html'>It seems that supermarkets are one of the places to see amusing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know carrots are suppose to be good for the eyes and helps to improve sight, but really. Is it really needed for a family of five to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 kilos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That family had about 4 huge full to the brim plastic bags on them, the guy at the counter had to use multiple price stickers to close the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or the other they had missed out the lovely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; '3kg per family only'&lt;/span&gt; line at the bottom of the price board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing for the watermelons that the family took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of them. Sign says '3 pieces per family only'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone smart here (most likely everyone) can point out to me that the man (and his family) had some kind of restaurant business that required lots of fruits&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *cough*fruitjuice*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to plunder a supermarket of its cheap goods, you could be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMARTER&lt;/span&gt; at doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, four &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; sacks of carrots that amount to 10 kg in 1 trolley isn't conspicuous enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't possibly finish it alone in a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the people at Carrefour are dumb and blind they would most likely confiscate most of the sacks and 1 watermelon. Wasted effort right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they had wanted to, take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multiple trolleys&lt;/span&gt; for goodness sakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you'd be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;true MALAYSIAN&lt;/span&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people, respect hypermarkets and other shoppers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-2386176845711651276?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/2386176845711651276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=2386176845711651276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2386176845711651276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2386176845711651276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-many-malaysian-habits.html' title='One of the Many Malaysian Habits.......'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-8287981831047664449</id><published>2009-04-05T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:17:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to my fellow debaters for the times we've had</title><content type='html'>I know John &amp;amp; Abhi will cringe at the singer, but I heard it on the radio and I thought the lyrics meant more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just play the darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what?s waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To all you debate people, we climbed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-8287981831047664449?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/8287981831047664449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=8287981831047664449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/8287981831047664449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/8287981831047664449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/04/dedicated-to-my-fellow-debaters-for.html' title='dedicated to my fellow debaters for the times we&apos;ve had'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-3133504136863863823</id><published>2009-04-05T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:03:59.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We lost, and we won.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;KDU has been a great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, it seems I make a not-bad third speaker. Good enough to be shortlisted as the 12 top for the prelim rounds 1-3. The prank the head adjudicator played was damn scary though. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CA&lt;/span&gt;: these few names that have been called has been receiving complaints from the judges. We will be shortening your time from 7 minutes to 5..............JUST KIDDING. PRESENTING THE BEST SPEAKERS FROM YESTERDAY'S PRELIM ROUNDS! XD" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Soph, El, and the other speakers up there:&lt;/span&gt; "O_o WTF?! Belated April Fools is it?')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Me, Elena, Marc, Abhi, and on the last day Daniel)&lt;/span&gt; managed to win 3 out of our 4 rounds. We didn't have enough points to break though. So we played audience to Soph, Keefe and Siew as they debated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to watch instead of having to worry so much about what to debate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we managed to get to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we lost and got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1st runner up&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soph got best speaker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Congrats, Soph :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin, I think that it was an experience that I wouldn't have missed out of. I learned many valuable things in debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learned that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) John  and the senior debaters may not be as law abiding as I thought them to be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nuff said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Soph gets over losses by thinking of hot guys &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like the judge in KDU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Siew can be just as blood thirsty as me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(N. *^%&amp;amp;%%&amp;amp;^ , BEWARE. WE KNOW WHERE YOU TEACH :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Marc can actually be taught new things &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no offense and just joking, don't hyperventilate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Abhi.......is not as annoying as before. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(O_o when did i notice?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) Elena......cracks a lot of buttock jokes (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too many I can't list them down. And they say she's a 'high level Christian')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may all be some funny facts that can get me killed. But seriously.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; You guys rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I'm glad I went through that short period of WIRA and KDU with you guys. Even though Audrey's mom speculates that this year seems somewhat cursed &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we lost the title for WIRA, KDU and Choral Speaking so far)&lt;/span&gt; I think I still wouldn't have changed it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though now, we have to see whether there's space for IIUM. Damn HELP for not accepting another team &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(glares at organizers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look forward and hope we can create a debating club. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that has left to be seen, but it is a goal I believe we want to strive towards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it is the little joys in life that brightens up the day.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel that much of an urge to kill anymore :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-3133504136863863823?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/3133504136863863823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=3133504136863863823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/3133504136863863823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/3133504136863863823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-lost-and-we-won.html' title='We lost, and we won.'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-1097954388007817789</id><published>2009-03-29T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:00:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs from the day we were screwed over - 24th March</title><content type='html'>It had been a day like any other day, maybe just slightly more special (kay, very more special). Quote John: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"District finals, people!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously there had been no indication that we would have lost. Not the atmosphere before, after and during the debate (in my opinion, we rocked). Maybe the day had known of our misfortune and had been weeping for us, but I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, Lady Luck screwed us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't seen it coming. They hadn't seen it coming. Shock, no tears. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had asked him what the hell we had done wrong, all that came out were half-baked answers. Things he said we hadn't done, yet we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we didn't lose due to being horrible; we lost because of&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the messy business known as the human mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Catholic team, I can't fault you. You didn't see this coming as well. Celebrate all you want. Just don't come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAUNTING AND GLOATING&lt;/span&gt;, because it doesn't help either of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no tears coming from me. The other members have shed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling may go away with time, but that still doesn't mean that I'm entirely happy with what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss WIRA, but I'm not going to stop debating. I like it, and I want to continue. The memories I obtained from it were real. The memories mean more than the feeling I have now (just let me wallow for a while). And now that we have the chance, we'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDU Debate, here we come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We recover fast from defeat. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know why I like rock more,&lt;br /&gt;It is like a medley of life,&lt;br /&gt;messy, noisy, screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Venting anger and frustration for me.&lt;br /&gt;(I was restricted from posting earlier, so sue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-1097954388007817789?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/1097954388007817789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=1097954388007817789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1097954388007817789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1097954388007817789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/03/memoirs-from-day-we-were-screwed-over.html' title='Memoirs from the day we were screwed over - 24th March'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-3089619562799020836</id><published>2009-03-17T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:16:56.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow I'm feeling slightly.......&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I haven't done yet, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so many things&lt;/span&gt; I think I didn't do properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is no point over worrying, but still it doesn't get rid of the feeling. The restless feeling in your chest. 'S bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate......District finals. Catholic.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worry 1#.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library.......MPS..........*fidget**worry**fidget*.......     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worry 2#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing........ I haven't gotten anywhere -_-||||||       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Worry 3#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few other little matters, but still these three are still the largest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may say to focus on the bright side, but it doesn't mean the worry fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One also says actions are better than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd feel better with more action, but then again.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian one-day camp was fun (boring lectures on myriad of plants though) and I came home unable to walk the next day but still. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  I think I owe an apology to Pn. M. There were some things I could have helped better. I wasn't exceptionally alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;worry, worry, bubble, double,&lt;br /&gt;flow, and flow, and gurgle, gargle.&lt;br /&gt;over the pot and spill across,&lt;br /&gt;the worry continues to frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have to get into the grooovee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-3089619562799020836?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-6475172518499910847</id><published>2009-03-17T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:59:23.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humans are strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make promises to ourselves, yet we don't keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say we want to do this yet we do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurt others yet hurt ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We portray confidence, yet have so much doubt about our own capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say there's no hate, yet hate's rampart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good intentions turn out to be bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, the world goes round and round and round in an endless and confusing cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we humans just simply contrary?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling like my usual self, one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-4706910709016939789</id><published>2009-03-07T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:08:36.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM FREE!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about all of you that are not in DJ, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My predictions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add math - A breeze&lt;br /&gt;Mod Math- Relatively fine&lt;br /&gt;Bio - Yes, no&lt;br /&gt;English - Forgot word count but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Malay- Hn. Teacher's too strict with marks&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- Cross fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Chem- Botched last question&lt;br /&gt;Physics - Damn the pistol question&lt;br /&gt;Moral -another walk in the park, though whether I walked the right path has yet to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah- Give and take. No way to predict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may glare at me for saying all that, but hey, at least you tried your best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over, but debate and librarian and everything else is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp paperwork is done, but I WANT PIBG FUNDING. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO GIVE LIBRARIAN, NO GIVE PREFECT. FAIR AND SQUARE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;prefects that actually see this blog I mean you no harm. yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debating.............. No comment for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lazy. There's a pile of work I haven't done (Not a mountain thankfully) yet I'm sitting in front of the PC watching Soul Eater and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must enjoy life still :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-4706910709016939789?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/4706910709016939789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=4706910709016939789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4706910709016939789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4706910709016939789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-free.html' title='I AM FREE!'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-1102061299835733693</id><published>2009-02-14T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:43:30.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress......(Happy valentine's day though)</title><content type='html'>Librarian Camp and MPS.          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School debate and honor running on the line.            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quartermaster and LEO IU deco.           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School exams in exactly 2 weeks and have not yet started studying.               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put all checks together and you have only one answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PANIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure some people have LOTS of problems, but still. Let me take a moment to hyperventilate &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a bombastic word for 'panic' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moment over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(singles let us all huddle in despair. not that i care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp has been going better. The lady working with us has given us a much lower quotation, but still not low enough. We hope we can limbo a bit lower. That way I won't be having angry parents asking why the F$%# camp's are so expensive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPS. Second meeting was held. Happy with some. OK with some. Quiet with some. Worried with some. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(kelly n ghee ken -_-......i am watching you........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debate.......nothing much I can say. Only that it's HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL UNTIL WE WIN. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that's how certain we are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the winds blowing of librarian politics all over again. *sighs dramatically* people, this time, kill each other all you want, just get your work done. I HAVE NO TIME. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dunno whether it'll really get any worse, but a warning still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it's been an eventful and exciting week. Skipping classes, talking trash, and getting a jaw ache (it's still not gone O_o is it an infection?). Plus losing my RUMUSAN book and sleeping at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe NOT such a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, good luck understanding Pn. Sow's add math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yun, I need to get a homework book for you to write in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hi nigel.&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and someone help me with my HTMLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-1102061299835733693?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/1102061299835733693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=1102061299835733693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1102061299835733693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1102061299835733693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/02/stresshappy-valentines-day-though.html' title='Stress......(Happy valentine&apos;s day though)'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-8890161141401578956</id><published>2009-02-08T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:01:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First off, my Belian class won our first round of debate &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this house should prohibit designer babies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, me, Siew Sanz and Sophia was picked from our class to join WIRA debate. Siew Sanz and Sophia I understand, but this one ?! O_o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the shock of my life when Sophia congratulated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second shock was when I found out I couldn't do the class debate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Gaston, Sean and Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the shock's over and the reality is setting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I never knew about debate is how grueling a discussion session can be. Second is the amount of commitment. Third is the amount of research and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIRA may be worth the credentials in the long run, but not if we kill ourselves first. Which according to Sophia MAY be a likely possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School. &lt;/span&gt;Will have to suffer due to the amount of effort that has to be put into WIRA but managable. I've finished all my homework except for Bio notes. Luckily there's 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Librarian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) camp. I don't understand how a package deal for a dormitory basis would be RM385/pax when it's 33/night for normal rates. We've asked for a dissection, but we may have to scrap eagle ranch altogether. For now, we've put up a paper to see how many people are actually interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)MPS. Paperwork. Get done. Feb. End. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing&lt;/span&gt;. ........ T_T MPH-Alliance, Choral Script, Debate Script (possible), up-coming IDLA. I haven't fully started or finished ANY of them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story cut short, in another two months all that is left of me will be a mindless corpse-like zombie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-8890161141401578956?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/8890161141401578956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=8890161141401578956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/8890161141401578956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/8890161141401578956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-off-my-belian-class-won-our-first.html' title=''/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-5704335536847633698</id><published>2009-02-01T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:51:59.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY has come and gone......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One week’s break just isn’t enough anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SING THIS LIKE U’D SING ‘ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the day before CNY, we ate like HUNGRY PIGS.&lt;br /&gt;THREE plates of KFC, TWO BOWLS of shark’s fin,&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of ju-unk in between….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the 1st day of CNY, we ate tons of sweets,&lt;br /&gt;Heck loads of oranges, yay for angpows,&lt;br /&gt;and boo-hhoo for the tummy-ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day of CNY, I lay at home in bed,&lt;br /&gt;felt like 'gonna vomit', couldn't eat a thing,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end I slept the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the 3rd day of CNY, we had a change in plans,&lt;br /&gt;went to Minyak Beku, ate tons of mee,&lt;br /&gt;and prayed at a temple by the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the 4th day of CNY, we finally went home,&lt;br /&gt;woke at five-thirty, dropped off my grandma,&lt;br /&gt;and said good-bye to Batu Pahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(End of Song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, once I reached home, another&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;MOUNTAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awaited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the mountain is down to&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Bio and 2 tuition pieces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus a presentation work of my chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why but my blog can't change font sizes anymore T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus color.                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID ALL MY OPTIONS RUN TO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE FIGURED IT OUT    O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For librarian matters, I have to slaughter the eagle ranch people for unsatisfactory customer service -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have to check on places where a camp can be held in Selangor, or in a state close to Selangor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE, SEND ME AN ANG-POW FOR MORE PROSPERITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone, Gong Xi Fa Cai :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-5704335536847633698?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/5704335536847633698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=5704335536847633698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5704335536847633698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/5704335536847633698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-has-come-and-gone.html' title='CNY has come and gone......'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-144384199795489085</id><published>2009-01-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:18:03.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second week has passed.....</title><content type='html'>Homework. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the first thing I think of if you would be so 'kind' as to mention normal classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview.........WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainees need some work. I only gave a definite yes to one out of 10 of the people I interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp.......(Thanks teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLOODY QUOTATION HASN'T ARRIVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPS. Brain dead. I can't think up of any more ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia.                                         I have failed T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.r.i.t.i.n.g. -__-||||  Need the expression say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, with that mountain of homework (tho now it's been cut in half) looming over me, the holidays that were seem like a FAR off time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I so hyped about going to Form 4 anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-144384199795489085?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/144384199795489085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=144384199795489085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/144384199795489085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/144384199795489085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-week-has-passed.html' title='Second week has passed.....'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-1364250457973942866</id><published>2009-01-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:32:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yar, I forgot to add. The most greatest coincidence of coincidences happened during my Add Math class. A friend that I haven't talked to in 3 years suddenly showed up! O_o I was pretty surprised, and she was too, since I could still remember her name. We couldn't talk much at that time, since we were busy with the class. I had meant to ask for her new e-mail add, but I forgot T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to get it next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-1364250457973942866?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/1364250457973942866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=1364250457973942866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1364250457973942866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1364250457973942866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yar-i-forgot-to-add.html' title=''/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-874606464432529961</id><published>2009-01-09T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:21:13.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st School Week - Recap</title><content type='html'>Finally, the first week of school is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the plans and schedules have been laid out, and going back to school has finally settled us down. My first week of school was half-good, half-bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I swapped classes. Originally I had chosen a sub science-ICT stream, but when I went to the class it was so bad that by the second period I was already hankering to get out of class to get a transfer form. Then I spent 2 sleepless nights worrying about my appeal to a pure science. It finally got approved, and I was transfered to 4 Belian (I was in 4 Keruing before). I didn't have to do much catching up since it was still just the third day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tuition classes have been progressing, though I just started the first lessons. The only problem was English Lit, since the teacher was sporiadic and she hadn't set a proper time for the class at all. Luckily my friend's found another teacher in Taman Tun, which is much closer. It only starts after CNY, and the price is still unknown, but I think I'll go for that instead. My POL class in school would have clashed with my Add Math tuition, but the problem automatically solved itself when my Add Math class was swapped from 3.15-5.15 to 4-6 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that seems to be going somewhat smoothly is my co-curicular activities. The submission for club choices was today at the hall. Most of the 4A forms had to be given to the teacher, but LEO collected by it's own, so that one was passed up. The rest-karate, Berjaya, QM - all goes to the form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first library meeting was also today. I had to go and collect my Bio books, but half-way through lining up in front of the crowded Physics lab someone from my class came out and said that they wouldn't give people from Belian since they're suppose to take on Mon. I had to speak during the library meeting about MPS and Camp, and my knees were wobbly throughout the affair. I was fine for the the MPS AJK small meeting, though my mind blanked out close to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have karate tomorrow, but actually there shouldn't be. The advising teacher told me to tell sensei not to come, but we normally have training without a supervising teacher so I didn't really bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall my week turned out for the better, though in my firm belief choosing to go for the sub science-ICT package was the worst choice I made in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-874606464432529961?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/874606464432529961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=874606464432529961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/874606464432529961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/874606464432529961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-school-week-recap.html' title='1st School Week - Recap'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-7914720942200205386</id><published>2009-01-03T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:18:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first blog entry for 2009 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I chatted with an old friend of mine from standard 6 (my ONLY friend I'm still keeping contact with) and she told me that she had been working during the hols. O_o I wanted to do that......I'm a bit upset with myself for not trying harder, but I'll look for one harder next year. Hopefully now that I'm at a legal age to work there should be more jobs (though most of the ones that I want have the annoying tag line of 'SPM qualification needed').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not talking with someone for a long time lots sure change. She stopped going for her Japanese classes and she quit being a librarian at her school. She's also busy working on a book to send to a publisher. Hearing that, I have to review my life a little, shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit strange to finally be able to refer to myself as 'Form 4' instead of 'next-year's Form 4' already. When you try to think back at the entire year it feels so short, even though you know that when you were living through it it was nothing but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a glitch for one of my tuitions. I didn't now the teacher meant that the class was still unconfirmed until she called us. So I told my mom there was class and we drove all the way to the teacher's house (i was half-an-hour early) and she was leaving her house! She finally explained to me the above point of confirming class.....It's been a while since I made such an embarrassing mistake -_-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I had to go to school to process Chinese Books in the library. I went early so that I could get the keys from Pn Cecilia early (Pn Monica had to run errands). Kelly and Jessica were there when I reached, Kelly arriving just before me. But Pn Cecilia wasn't there, and she didn't come until 8.30! We stood waiting outside the library for half-an-hour! Then when we tried to turn the key it wouldn't budge. We had to try for another 10 minutes before we could open the door. Then there was no electricity! We had to carry the stuff downstairs and do the work in the canteen. But there was so many mosquitos that after a while we sent someone upstairs to check whether the electricity was back on, and thankfully it was, so we could go back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My new year's resolution is to cultivate a habit to write something at least once a week, be it story plot, character outline or a scene itself. I also plan to blog at least once every week, otherwise there would be no point in having one. Also, stick to my timetable, and make sure this year's MPS is a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, keeping my resolutions is going to be tough &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-7914720942200205386?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/7914720942200205386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=7914720942200205386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/7914720942200205386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/7914720942200205386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-blog-entry-for-2009-recently-i.html' title=''/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-2778360231839553341</id><published>2008-12-30T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:37:28.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Excuses......</title><content type='html'>A little tip for those that will have trouble getting up when school re-opens: 7 excuses you can try using to con your new teachers :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Sorry teacher, my car broke down and it couldn't be started up again. I had to stand on the road and hail for a taxi so that I could make it to school. And I think the taxi driver cheated me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Someone bumped into my dad's car and they got into a fight. The police came and we had to go to the police station to solve the matter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "I fell asleep in the car, and my driver forgot all about me. He was half-way to KL when I woke up, and we had to make a HUGE U-turn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "I got caught in a traffic jam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "My father had a hang-over from drinking too much alcohol at the dinner party he went to and couldn't drive yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "My mother tripped and broke her leg and we had to call the ambulance. My father went with her so there was no one to send me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "My grandfather had a heart attack, and we were all panicking we forgot about the time! By the way, it was just a false alarm :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, if you kept using them, your family's going to look like a tragedy story :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-2778360231839553341?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/2778360231839553341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=2778360231839553341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2778360231839553341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2778360231839553341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/12/7-excuses.html' title='7 Excuses......'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-7134266720885993137</id><published>2008-12-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:42:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays flew by...T_T</title><content type='html'>Before I knew it it's already 4 more days to PMR results and another week before school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the entire month and a half, I didn't finish half of the things I wanted to do T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start writing my fanfic again, and I didn't even start on the Prize story. I still have a pile of books upstairs (though I finished the ones I borrowed from the library) and I didn't finish summarizing all the Malay info I accumulated from PMR studies. I didn't finish downloading all the anime I'm currently watching (Somehow I got bored with them....). Even this blog is mostly neglected. Plus I haven't given as much thought to my Librarian duties as I think I should (though I did some work) -_-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I've managed to get further on was updating all the data on my PC, like the Microsoft Office and cleaning my files. But wait, doesn't that mean I spend to much idle time in front of the PC? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common problem when it's hols is that there seems to be nothing to do at all and you waste all the time doing idle stuff. Even though you know that there are one or two responsible things that you're supposed to do, since it's work you just don't want to. Then holidays end and your left with no more time and a seemingly humongous amount of stuff that you had planned left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case point, above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it's the panicking and hoping the holidays would last longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that when you don't keep the promise you have to yourself on doing stuff, then you're lying to yourself. That makes me an uber-terribly big liar doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-7134266720885993137?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/7134266720885993137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=7134266720885993137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/7134266720885993137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/7134266720885993137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-flew-bytt.html' title='The Holidays flew by...T_T'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-1579443896273909148</id><published>2008-12-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:58:22.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promises are a hard thing to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't slip into the holiday mood, but I think I already did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I'd write this holidays, but I haven't found the heart to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to call my soon-to-be-Chinese-tuition-teacher, but I haven't done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to call up the Eagle Ranch Resort, (sorry Itianne &amp;amp; Pn. M) but I haven't figured out what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the holidays are going faster than usual (I beg to differ with you, Audrey.......Actually I sleep the morning away so.....) but I seem to be forgetting all of my (current) holiday priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my act together someway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of that a bit later. (Holiday Mood :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-1579443896273909148?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/1579443896273909148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=1579443896273909148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1579443896273909148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1579443896273909148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/12/promises-are-hard-thing-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-7283417604082827688</id><published>2008-11-29T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:21:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays.......can be a boring time. Well, maybe not TOO boring, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have posted my experience weeks ago, but I wasn't bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sunway Lagoon with Audrey, Ke Li, Ai Li and Natalie. We rode all the fun rides, including the ones that go upside down. I normally avoid those, due to my unfounded fear of heights and falling. But the view from 180 was quite nice. I couldn't tell at 360: my eyes were solidly shut. I went for the additional scream park with Audrey and Ke Li, but after riding the Pirate ride (180) and the Tomahawk (360) I think all fear had left me (beyond fear actually) and all I was doing was saying 'hi' to the jail breakouts. Audrey was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally finished my add math introduction. There were people I knew there, but only lightly, so I barely made conversation, and didn't go about making any new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I came down with a god-awful cold (I blame my sister for it all, fever, cough and runny nose) I'm much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a brain jam now that the holiday's set in. I've got a lot of things to write and set. MPS, MPH-Alliance Bank prize, my poor neglected fanfics....but I'm just to lazy (I can find the time to write here though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a short of anime to watch recently, and it seems I've lost my diversity. All the anime I'm downloading are all shoujo O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I want to see Twilight, but I'm flat out broke, and I have zilch idea when my RM300 check for my story that got a special mention will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm wondering how I'm going to survive December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I'll come out with a piece of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll turn to jelly in a week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-7283417604082827688?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/7283417604082827688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=7283417604082827688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/7283417604082827688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/7283417604082827688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-4832662340364220097</id><published>2008-11-14T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:22:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If life was like Pet Society, in which all you had to do to make money is visit your friends and play with your pet, all of us would be millionaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thought, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, people may like holidays, but after a while holidays can be royally boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure some people have so much cash in their pockets they more likely are lounging on a beach in the Mediterranean or cruising in the Pacific. But what are us poor, homey people suppose to do? Hide in a box until it's all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's practically what I'll HAVE to be doing now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, this holiday will -I think- be slightly less monotonous (and unmemorable) as the other eight end-year hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, we're not going down to Singapore this year. I couldn't care less anyway. My cousins are too busy for constructive conversation anyway (Calvin, Alyssa, Bryan - if by some crazy chance that you're reading this, no harm intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, for the last two weeks of November I'll be having an Add Math introduction class, so that should stop the holiday vibe from sinking in too much. I also have to tutor my brother every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday (He practically killed the Chinese test paper with a grade of 48)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to think of the MPH-Allliance Bank Short Story Prize. I want to try writing something, so I'll have to do a bit of brainstorming. The deadline may be in March, but since I want to try for the IDLA again next year, it'll be a bit clashy if I don't start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's thinking about camp and MPS (*worry worry fret fret*) -__-|||| I pray to all that is holy Datin will accept the Movie Magic theme, we get a contractor to give us wood (for free) and some movie director from heaven-know's-where will be willing to have give a demo at a low cost. Oh, and that our movie selection will fall from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm praying I'm desperate. But then, desperate times call for desperate measures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this holiday may be a more productive one, but then again who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I try to avoid (minimize) rants like this, however, boredom needs an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you people going on a nice long vacation, I hope that you have a wonderful time and know that I envy your cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They say it's bad luck to say 'good luck' before the curtains open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I say 'have a rotten holiday' to you all, would it jinx it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-4832662340364220097?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/4832662340364220097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=4832662340364220097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4832662340364220097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4832662340364220097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-life-was-like-pet-society-in-which.html' title=''/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-2917518471702290179</id><published>2008-11-01T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:14:33.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored....</title><content type='html'>I wonder why we have to think of a title for the blog post. It's hard for me to even crank one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize my days now after PMR: BORING.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;nothing left on the webbies to look at&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;losing interest left and right for certain things (webbies and books)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;losing conscious timetable management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etcetera etc. etc....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED, BORED, BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't anyone recommend an interesting site? Forum, game, interesting bloggie....whatever you think is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO PUT IN A STUPID C-BOX. (and a site meter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: RECAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skipped school on Friday to go out with Audrey and Ke Li, had a blast(Eagle Eye was COOL; Crane crashing through the FBI office and car chase EXHILARATING)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished booking tuition for Add Math and Accounts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had the scrabble competition; lost to Zaim :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocked at Mastermind :) [Guessed the code in 3 tries on one of my goes]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALMOST finished with stock check (key word: almost)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drawing proposal for MPS........*fret**fret*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MPH-Alliance Bank Writing Prize 2008........subnotebook here I come! (hopefully)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Anyone knows where a 15 year old can get a holiday job that pays well? (But not to far from DJ)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-2917518471702290179?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/2917518471702290179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=2917518471702290179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2917518471702290179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2917518471702290179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored.html' title='Bored....'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-4085822307004706282</id><published>2008-10-18T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:23:48.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>HEADLINES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;THE DISEASE KNOWN AS PMR STRESS IS OVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;ALL RECIPIENTS -FORM 3'S AROUND MALAYSIA - HAVE BEEN CURED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW EPIDEMIC&lt;/span&gt;" HAS STRUCK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;GEJALA PONTENG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAUSE OF EPIDEMIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cough*malas*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAYS OF DEFEATING EPIDEMIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ..........&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OH WELL. THEY'LL COME BACK NEXT YEAR :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This author will hope to crank it up a notch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-4085822307004706282?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/4085822307004706282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=4085822307004706282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4085822307004706282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4085822307004706282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-2909932243083994075</id><published>2008-10-12T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:10:59.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to learn HTML Jargon...</title><content type='html'>I have tried and tried and tried and tried.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL CAN'T GET A GODDAMN HIT COUNTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO MENTION THE STUPID CBOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the Cbox account already, and I copied and pasted the link, but every time I try saving it always comes up with this error:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The markup in the document following the root element must be well-formed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!%#@%$&amp;amp;^$&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;^!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and checked what it meant. It seems that in some part of all the strange symbols one of them isn't written properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who put up the CBox without a hitch, yet lucky me, there seems to be some kind of problem which I have no idea of......%*^%&amp;amp;$$($&amp;amp;$*^$!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me, I'm pretty pissed right now...and frustrated. I feel like I'm losing confidence in ever managing to master blogging and blogs. I can't even add a stupid CBox, ha. And they say it's as easy as pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, that's the BIGGEST underestimation of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short-term plan: Concentrate on PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll see whether I'll ever figure out what the f@#$ is the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-2909932243083994075?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/2909932243083994075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=2909932243083994075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2909932243083994075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/2909932243083994075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-to-learn-html-jargon.html' title='I Need to learn HTML Jargon...'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-8773760892261422677</id><published>2008-10-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:08:43.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: NEW DISEASE SPREADING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NAME OF DISEASE&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;PMR PANIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SYMPTOMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PANIC ATTACKS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STUDYING UNTIL 2AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PULLING HAIR OUT OVER INABILITY TO REMEMBER ANYTHING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STRESS LEVEL PEAKING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HEADACHES GALORE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CAUSE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR BEING 2 DAYS AWAY!!!! PARENTS NAGGING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WAYS TO BEAT THE DISEASE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIT DOWN FOR A WHILE AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TAKE A BREATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;PUT YOUR BOOK AWAY FOR 5 MINUTES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AT MOST TO EAT A SNACK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAVE A DRINK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LISTEN TO A BIT OF MUSIC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO ANYTHING UNRELATED TO STUDYING FOR 10 MINUTES AND JUST RELAX......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;DOING SO WILL LESSEN THE EFFECTS AND ENSURE A SUCCESSFUL PMR EXAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;With that public service announcement made, to all my Form 3 friends around Malaysia I pray that you will get all straight A's !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BREAK A LEG!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(in acting, saying 'good luck' is a taboo; something to do with jinxing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-8773760892261422677?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/8773760892261422677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=8773760892261422677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/8773760892261422677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/8773760892261422677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck!!!'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-4341429002140891587</id><published>2008-08-03T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:01:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality 4# This blog is sorely neglected -_-|||</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a once-in-a-while update that more likely happens once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a bit exaggerated but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how some people manage to blog so much. Do their parents let them go online everyday?! Some people have already graduated that I know, but right now I'm referring to all my pals at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, WHAT IS YOUR SECRET?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At best my mom only lets me go online during the weekends, not to mention I prefer using the time to watch my favorite anime. So updates are scarce and rare. Sigh, there has to be some recipe of success for how to manage blogging in under six minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a condensation of this past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I'm now the vice-president of the entire librarian board of 08/09 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) My short story got accepted into the Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Exams are looming closer in a very dangerous manner (dying here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) I got installed for Leo.......and missed librarian high tea :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Pn Ruth has no idea how to distinguish between good news and bad news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) For a person that complained about being a slave, Nigel sure returns to the library a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Neal's huge ego is going to be missed (Neal, if you see this it is NOT a compliment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) Jian Nee...... Well at least you went into the pool in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis all. Maybe you can expect a dream chronicle to appear today......If I decide to take my time and write it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-4341429002140891587?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/4341429002140891587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=4341429002140891587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4341429002140891587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/4341429002140891587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/08/reality-2-this-blog-is-sorely-neglected.html' title='Reality 4# This blog is sorely neglected -_-|||'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-7367577752657544449</id><published>2008-06-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:02:07.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 1# Amazing people (the answers of the world)</title><content type='html'>There are many amazing people in this world. So many that they are uncountable. It could be the guy next door, Benjamin Franklin, your aunt, or even a helpful stranger you happen to come across. Yet, only some of these amazing people are lucky enough to become household names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does the amazing stand out for the amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how does the ordinary become the amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual answer to this type of question - learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But learn what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first idea: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn the knowledge of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        But many people hold that upon their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learn what then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next possible answer: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn skills related to  communication&lt;/span&gt;.  Interaction,  speech...&lt;br /&gt;                                But the gift of gab is common as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If that is not the answer, what is then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEARN TO BE DIFFERENT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...There are many that are learning to do so as well. And even when trying to be different, normalities will definitely start to seep in (Humans can't stand re-using a good idea).  Old patterns, old work plans - if these things appear, then 'different', will still hold a remnant of the past. Even then, when you are truly different, the people may not receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is difference really and truly something hard to come across?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it something that will appear once in a blue moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really something that hard to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those questions I can't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many questions in this world, and not all of them have answers. This may be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; In the end, this world is also a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the world as we know it is all an illusion? What if the knowledge we hold is all a lie? What is the real honest truth? True justice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Maybe in the end, there is no answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I - a minuscule piece of the huge jigsaw puzzle, has not yet seen enough to truly understand it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-7367577752657544449?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/7367577752657544449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=7367577752657544449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/7367577752657544449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/7367577752657544449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-1-amazing-people-answers-of-world.html' title='Dream 1# Amazing people (the answers of the world)'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-3681720011974847063</id><published>2008-06-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:41:24.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality 3# YAY MAFFIA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I can play mafia!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a confusing thing actually if you're not used to playing it digital. But getting the hang of it was quite easy. It's harder to find the mafia over the net though. I can't see ANYONE'S expression. So guessing as a citizen is quite hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was citizen for most part, but when I finally managed to play as commissioner there was a POWER SURGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-3681720011974847063?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/3681720011974847063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=3681720011974847063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/3681720011974847063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/3681720011974847063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/06/reality-2yay-maffia.html' title='Reality 3# YAY MAFFIA!!'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-1660050873513949505</id><published>2008-06-27T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:40:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality 2# Woe Betide the one who Can't Play Maffia (online)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, there are many things in this world that would prove to be a wonder. Like the development of technology for instance. Well, it may seem plain and ordinary to anyone born in the 21st century but seriously - we are far different from the age in which we had to rub sticks together just to get fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I JUST SAID HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY PROBLEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Facebook, there's an application called Maffia New. I played the game during the past two librarian camps I went to as well as hosted lightly in my class. I learned about the application from my friends and I SERIOUSLY wanted to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to go and get it but now when I have the stupid thing WON'T WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the window is half way loading a pop-up appears saying 'Mozilla has encountered an error and needs to shut down'. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried several times over. But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has any ideas what may be going wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-1660050873513949505?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/1660050873513949505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=1660050873513949505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1660050873513949505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/1660050873513949505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/06/woe-betide-one-who-cant-play-maffia.html' title='Reality 2# Woe Betide the one who Can&apos;t Play Maffia (online)'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150860231176912576.post-6639597565066425452</id><published>2008-06-27T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:39:53.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality 1# (Breaking library rules to do this...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we were to talk about how the day went, then you can call the time in which we had that Hari Koperasi thingie suckie. The reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1:&lt;br /&gt;Datin's boring drawl. You can read through three full pages of the paper (Malaysian Today; The article of mental diseases was interesting. I never knew what' 'schizophrenia' was before) and still she would be talking. According to my friend, Datin's speeches are ACTUALLY shorter than Pn. Lee Mei Ling's. But someway or the other, when Datin is talking, look around and you will see many faces about to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2:&lt;br /&gt;While the teachers were sitting under the shade, us students were left to roast under the hot sun. If you wanted a tan, you'd be happy. But if you were more interested in your skin condition - the horror! Whilst I am neither, I definitely hate sitting under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3:&lt;br /&gt;The MAIN AND IMPORTANT REASON. IT WAS A PRACTICAL BORE. All we were doing was sitting there like idiots and listen to people drabble on about 'Penyata Akaun' and some other blah. All we were 'supposed' to do was do some kind of support/suggest opinion stuff. Even that, it was more likely because some people had been asked to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't count in that horrible event, then the day went along quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though now, I highly doubt the usefulness of doing things like Hari Koperasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150860231176912576-6639597565066425452?l=rkinu241.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/feeds/6639597565066425452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150860231176912576&amp;postID=6639597565066425452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6639597565066425452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150860231176912576/posts/default/6639597565066425452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkinu241.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-1-breaking-library-rules-to-do.html' title='Reality 1# (Breaking library rules to do this...)'/><author><name>RkInu241</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222179289446093499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
