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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You student? Then you, not unlike the other students regardless on what level they're in, knows there's always a subject, if not more, that is of your dislikes. Possibly because it is a subject that you find yourself hard to grasp it, or because the teacher in-charge is "not-so-friendly" (especially when you didn't finished the homework given) ,or merely because you're never interested in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In every semester, there must be at least, for one subject. As for me, well, I don't find any subject that I really dislikes, up until I was introduced to a subject that they call, mathematics. And guess what, that subject keeps looming in my time table ever since my first day as a student, about 15 years ago in a lovely kindergarten, and still counting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't have an exact reason why I don't like mathematics after all, it is just, well, I'm not really into it! I don't like dealing with numbers (unless when it comes to money) or anything that leads to the word 'calculating'. Statistics, Calculus, Logarithms, Derivatives, Functions etc, you name it, nothing will trigger my enthusiasm to study those. I just don't like it, and I'm damn sure my brain dislikes it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" A man bought 150 watermelons, 90 apples, 55 oranges and 20 lemons from a mart with an original price of RM1000. He paid with a price of 20% lower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Question: What is the selling price? "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mathematics is ridiculous. It is the only place where people buy 150 watermelons and no one ever wonders why. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway thats a standard 6 math question. 5 years later the question evolved to be like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&amp;nbsp;A man bought 150 watermelons, 90 apples, 55 oranges and 20 lemons from a mart in Ontario, Canada with a price of RM1000. He want to sell those at his stall in Connecticut, USA with a price 20% higher.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Question: How far has he travelled? "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;TETTT!! I beg to differ. The questions that should be asked is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;What he wanna do with that much watermelons, apples, oranges and lemons? Is he throwing a party or something? And why would he buy those in Canada, though his stall is at USA? Does USA ban the selling of those fruits in the country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll solve the problem only when mathematics clarifies those things to me first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, me and my logic. I wish I could do those. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm doing this out of boredom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;..and to satisfy a request :)&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/8152190729325253391-7537423788906754605?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/7537423788906754605/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=7537423788906754605" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/7537423788906754605?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/7537423788906754605?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/TyjqLlO6DC0/corrupted-wake-me-up-when-september.html" title="Corrupted Wake Me Up When September Ends version" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2012/04/corrupted-wake-me-up-when-september.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUDQX89eip7ImA9WhVXEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-3610269810704832657</id><published>2012-04-12T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-12T13:57:50.162-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-12T13:57:50.162-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Experience" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Friendship Over Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever caught in a situation where you and your friend shared the same crush? Like, suppose you and your friend (and to make things worse, make it your best friend) secretly have this feelings towards the same girl and both of you didn't actually realise it. Then one day, you began to sense something was actually fishy about the way your best friend treated that girl. Soon after, you started the get the big picture as you take a look into his facebook activities (or in short, stalking him), and found he seemed to fancy that girl, as well as you are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What you think you would do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To be frank I personally have no experience over things like this, since it never happened to me. But I do have an experience of handling a misunderstanding between me and one of my friend on things just as the same as this. The slight difference is, I have no feelings to that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"About a year ago, during my foundation programme I was assigned to be in mentor-mentee group with this girl, one of my lecture mate. We were obligated to see our mentor every week and complete every tasks given, sometimes together. Which in short means, I had to stick with her for the whole mentor-mentee programme period. (It lasted for a few months)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This girl, well, I didn't know much about her. We never knew each other before from anywhere before that programme, and even during the programme, I didn't really talked much to her. But after a while, from some of my friends I learnt that the girl who I got to get stuck with for that period, actually have a boyfriend, which &amp;nbsp;is also a friend of mine. Well I was like, "Oh, I see", but I didn't sweat it because it utterly had nothing to do with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There was a day when that girl talked to me, and told me that she is having a problem with her boyfriend. She told me that their relationship is ruining. Well guess why? His boyfriend was jealous coz he often saw us together, but that is not the worst part. Worse, he blindly accused us for having a special relationship, which explained why he never greeted me for the whole semester.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was like, "So this whole thing happened coz he was jealous of me being together with her girlfriend, whom I hardly know, and suddenly accused us for having an affair that is starting to ruin their relationship and already kill our friendship ... and I don't even know a thing about this??"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"And why on earth that he didn't face me personally and let me explain things up, despite of making his own assumptions, accusations and blind anticipations? I'm right here sharing the same hostel with him. It is awful it happened that way coz that thing doesn't even true!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The next few months, they broke up, and that girl left the university. But still, thinking of that, it is still painfully awful coz their relationship collapsed over a thing that is not true. Merely, just because of jealousy. How would you feel when suddenly you become the main reason over a ruined relationship, when you actually don't know anything about it? Painfully awful..&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Back to the top, in a situation where you and one of your friend is in denial coz you both like the same person, I guess it is best for one of you to give in. To me, it is much better that way, than keep antagonising each other for years and ruining the friendship utterly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In such cases, "BMW" &amp;nbsp;always means "Best Man Wins". But it is not you nor your friend who's going to decide who's the best man. It is her decision. Whether you would be the one who give in for the sake of the friendship, or you keep fighting for the girl, she knows who's the best :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-3610269810704832657?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/3610269810704832657/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=3610269810704832657" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/3610269810704832657?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/3610269810704832657?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/Hl9G6oeUp6k/friendship-over-love.html" title="Friendship Over Love" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSNirgp57nE/T4c8vVRPgXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/_z6aci_fkdY/s72-c/emo_love_xlarge.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2012/04/friendship-over-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNQ3w7fCp7ImA9WhVXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-2862154009318556066</id><published>2012-04-10T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-10T12:48:12.204-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-10T12:48:12.204-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine" /><title>Semester Break Syndrome</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Packing up for home for a break? Instead of filling up the bags with cloths, you certainly bring along a few, if not much, loads of books, with an intention to study them at home later on. As far as I concern, I bet as a student we all do this, right? Yeah, of course we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But do we..? Well, for the umpteenth time, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HECK NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*or maybe if you do, surely not all the books. Just some lucky books, and that is it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Every single time we were at home, we had always resisted to study. Reluctantly, sometimes we do, but not as much as we thought we would on the first place, when we were still packing up. Didn't it so? No surprise at all, because it simply happened every single time! Every single break we had, semester break, mid semester break, or any other kind they got for us, it happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can recall lots of myself doing this from the past semesters. Brought home a whole lot of books, but studied just a page or two of them. Worse, sometimes didn't even study any of them at all. But afterwards I still kept doing it back then; anticipating that I will study all of the books at home, but ending with not even touching any of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, sometimes I thought maybe I shouldn't be bringing any of the books at all when I know that I wouldn't revise any of them later on, but I still brought back some of them anyway, just to relieve myself up. &lt;i&gt;"Just in case I wanna study"&lt;/i&gt;, I whispered to myself back then, but later on, that case was never a case, and presumably will never be a case. It never happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I never got interested &amp;nbsp;to have revisions at home, sincerely spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Put the blame on that much distractions we have at home; TV, Internet (though at the hostel we have it too, but at home it is conveniently pretty MUCH faster), Astro, video games, friends, tasty and completely free food(we don't have to think twice about the price of the food we have at home, we simply eat it all), comfy bed( it never is the same with the bed at the hostel! Nothing feels like home) naughty little sisters; everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can always get away with all of the stuffs that I have at home, so I don't feel anything that will just fuel my study mood, frankly said. In the other words, HOME IS NOT A PLACE TO REVISE, regardless you're in a middle of an examinations or just not. It will never work, no matter how much book you brought back home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're really an uptight, well-disciplined person, that you've trained yourself to be adaptable to any situations regardless the place and time, regardless the conveniences you have at home, to study. To anyone who think he/she's like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;During my childhood times I got bullied a lot. They called the tradition as, "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;soften up the new guys&lt;/span&gt;", new,infirm and younger students would have to pay utmost respect to the elder and bigger students, and I was once a victim of the system. I was physically smaller than my other friends of my batch in my primary school, made me so much vulnerable to get bullied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;by those punks with a bigger physical. They took my food, isolated me, and told the others not to befriend with me. So I was alienated, I was always alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My father were well aware of this, and were always prudent about how I was doing in school. Whenever he fetched me and I came to him with teary eyes, he would wait for the punk to show up and rebuke him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And that eventually made me a "daddy's son"; whoever try to boss me would have to face my father, and face the music. Sooner as I was approaching 10, now one messed with me anymore. Thanks to my father :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But time had not been good to me when I first got to my secondary school. During my early times there I met the real bully who assaulted me physically. He was a few years older, and of course physically, I was never in his league. He was much taller, strongly built. Me? I was just a skinny 154 cm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;boy on that time, and with the extremely low self esteem resulting from the awful experience of being bullied in primary school, of course anyone had the dare to toy me around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And my father wasn't around anymore for me to cling on, coz most of the times I went to school by my own. So I was totally on my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And to mention what the bully had done to me, the "&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;brotherhood general&lt;/span&gt;" had once strangled me with his strong hands when I accidentally bumped into him on my way to class. What a pathetic loser I was, but there's nothing I could do. No one ever backed me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When I was in form 3, the rascal left the school and since then, I never got my ass kicked anymore. And that was the end of me being bullied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah maybe you'll just simply say that it was nothing, but if you were in my place, or in anyone's place that got bullied, you'll find it not so funny at all. Even when they already got out of the school where they got bullied, it would always left a long-term effect to them; to the personality, to the confidence, to the way they mannered, to the way they conduct themselves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sincerely I never had a confidence in myself in school, I didn't have the balls to deal with the crowds, or even to do a presentation in front of the class. I would mumble, or trembled like a leaf. I couldn't conduct myself well particularly in crowds. Well I guess that was the effect that lied inside me. I was lucky I was much better now, after a few years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes, when I was moseying around here in my place this time around, I met those punks again. They seemed shocked to look at me being much taller and physically bigger than before, and I am just as tall as them. I had no grudge to hold to them, I still recognize them as one of old friend, so we just greeted each other nicely and exchange stories. Its always nice to see old friends, though they were once &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;wicked old friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When you write in English, everybody can grasp the message. But when you speak up, there comes the problems. We Malaysians don't encounter this sort of trouble when we communicate verbally to people in Malaysia using English language, because we don't have that various kinds of English accents. The way we speak, is as what we're being taught in our English classes in schools; to write as a British but to speak like an American. Thats odd, but thats what we've been taught all along. That way.&lt;/div&gt;
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But in English-speaking countries like U.S.A., Britain, Australia and Canada, though they are communicating using the very same language, not necessarily they will just understand each other. Well, it is all about the accents. American accent and British accent for instance, are distinctively different from each other, and one who are not accustomed with the difference of both accents, can hardly understand them. And we Malaysians, I can say that we're more to American accented, because we're used to their movies, TV programs and whatnot, as they are widely broadcasted on our tubes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Have you ever heard a British-accented people speaking? God I can tell you they're like speaking a fair English, but in a classy way. Now I recall one of my friend who used to stay in UK as a kid, he said that British accent is posh, a posh English. Have you ever watched Harry Potter, or Hot Fuzz, or the other British movies? Thats how British accent sounds like. It sounds classy, compared to American-accented English movies. But despite of the differences between the two accents, they're both can still be said to be easily comprehensible. They are still pronouncing words using the correct standard pronunciations of English. An Aussie's accent? Now that one is hard to understand. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-613878556268176138?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/613878556268176138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=613878556268176138" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/613878556268176138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/613878556268176138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/TCi71SEhbd0/accents.html" title="Accents" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LcjcEqx7c4/Tyu37988peI/AAAAAAAAAeo/6_W_NubiQP4/s72-c/Undercover-Accents.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2012/02/accents.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBQno8fCp7ImA9WhRUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-6205462024120353644</id><published>2012-01-23T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T03:27:33.474-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T03:27:33.474-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hilarious" /><title>How To Save The World</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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I read John Gray's masterpiece Men Are From Mars Women Are From Venus recently. My first impression about the best-selling book is it must be some sort of a fictitious novel, about two races of aliens from two distinctively different planets that was once on denial, but suddenly realized that they both need each other, fall in love, and finally ended by living together in Earth.&lt;/div&gt;
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There's no alien stories whatsoever. Just a brief discussion and explanation on how women and men great varies from each other, how they caught in conflicts, and ways to overcome it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Gray's writings was mostly about psychological facts about both sexes and how they think of each other, so in short, I found it a tad boring. But the issue that Gray brought in his book, I found it quite intriguing. Because all this while, I've always wondered why the opposite sex is so much complicated than mine. I don't think I can ever comprehend their minds; the girls' minds.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is how a girl's mind looks like:&lt;/div&gt;
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The Science of Understanding a Girl's Mind would be the toughest subject ever!&lt;/div&gt;
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I was born in a family where I was surrounded by girls; all my siblings are girls. And you don't have to be at my place to know how that wasn't funny at all, coz as kids that didn't even stepped to school yet, apparently I didn't have anyone else to befriend with or just to play with, just my sisters. And of course as girls they didn't do soccer, catch spiders, gunfights and car chases game, or the other boys' stuffs. They weren't even into those things. So what did they do? Well obviously, they did all those girlish things that have something to do with dolls, pink stuffs and guess what? I used to play them. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You know, I was like hovering above myself and when I looked at myself playing dolls, it really made me nauseous. I really can't believe I did those, but I can do nothing to smother those coz I can't deny the memories. I still got it clear, roaming in my mind, and thats just sick! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then, when I was 7 and went to my primary school, it turned a new chapter in my life. Yes well, that was the moment when I realized that the were many more BOYS in this world, other than me. As I know I wasn't alone, I felt saved already!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Screw the dolls, its time for the boys stuffs!&lt;/div&gt;
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That was the moment I met and got acquainted with lots of boys from all sorts; from the kind, well-mannered to the rascals; the worst ones. That was the moment I was introduced to plastic guns and ammos, soccer game, decks of cards that have the pictures of dinosaurs on them; all the boys stuffs!&lt;/div&gt;
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And truthfully when I returned back home from school, I was a lil fearful to mingle around with my sisters again. I was afraid I would just lose my "boyish gene" and be like a girl ever again. Doll's no more my friend. No more. =.=" &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Indeed, I am lucky. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-4198296666033365197?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/4198296666033365197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=4198296666033365197" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/4198296666033365197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/4198296666033365197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/mPAK61hZcPo/parthenophobia-fear-of-girls.html" title="Parthenophobia - Fear Of Girls" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-XO1KOkq-w/TwzCjhnQMPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7WJaLkFfjlQ/s72-c/fam2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2012/01/parthenophobia-fear-of-girls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08MQH89fCp7ImA9WhRWF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-3290893946243491101</id><published>2012-01-04T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:44:41.164-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T22:44:41.164-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Critics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine" /><title>Exam Zombies</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Ahh.. Here comes the exam seasons! Know what does it means? The rat race had just blazed its trail! This is the moment where people become weirdly conscientious in their studies; staying up all night long like zombies and breaking their bones trying to grasp and memorize something from those thick books, all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And the next morning they drag themselves into the examination hall and fill all the blanks in the sheet with their heavy eyes, extremely craving for some sleeps. 3 hours later, they race back to their hostel and snored. Everything they read the previous night then, every single thing they had occupied the blanks with in the exam hall, will be erased. The next day, they face another book till dawn for another paper, occupied the blanks with everything they read, and snored.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And the cycle continued till the last day of exam..&lt;/div&gt;
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Now here's a couple of questions to ask:&lt;/div&gt;
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"Getting stuck in the loony system, does it makes the student academically excellent?"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"When the result is announced, does the students' CGPA's reflects with their true academic excellence"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELL NO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, they're not excellent, they're just good in memorizing things. Later on, after the particular papers, everything will be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;
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Exam-oriented studies don't create an academically excellent student, they create zombies. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The systems sucks isn't it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-3290893946243491101?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/3290893946243491101/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=3290893946243491101" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/3290893946243491101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/3290893946243491101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/Ef9AbBU3hz4/exam-zombies.html" title="Exam Zombies" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9ll5ueIP-c/TwVCS24vzKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/k6ZW7WnDNuI/s72-c/zombies.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2012/01/exam-zombies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MSHoyfip7ImA9WhRSFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-275423470257756787</id><published>2011-11-17T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:11:29.496-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T00:11:29.496-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Experience" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Father</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRe9x3DqXPM/TsYSRZAzprI/AAAAAAAAAds/dx_nIxq4yCw/s1600/father_son.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRe9x3DqXPM/TsYSRZAzprI/AAAAAAAAAds/dx_nIxq4yCw/s400/father_son.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As a cranky son, I don't always think a father's life would be much easier than it looks. I find my father for instance, unpredictable. Though as a father's son I usually think I've known my father well, but I still can't explain why sometimes it would be very hard to anticipate what he had in mind. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What goes around comes around"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thats karma, thats life. Where whatever you did, you would just get the same thing in return. You pay someone a good deed, the very same thing he'll give you. You dare to commit wrong things, be dare to face the music too. Everything bought, must be paid. That is the law of a worldly life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But guess what, that law doesn't apply to a father. You see, I'm a cranky son, I misbehaved a lot. I don't always agree with my father. He says white,and I see black. I am a rebellious son when I was younger. When there were some things that I asked from my father but he objected, I got clamped up real quick and try to show how angry I was as apparent as I could. Slammed door, whines and sinister smiles, anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes when my father perceived my protests such so, I would got punished instantly. Recalling the strokes of rattan, locked doors from inside, and other punishments I got when I was younger had always left a mark in myself. I always thought that he hated me badly.&lt;/div&gt;
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But I was actually got deceived by my own negative mind. Despite of all the punishments my father gave me that I assumed before were how he manifest his hates towards me, he actually bought me a cake for my birthdays, give me presents when I excelled something and always be late to work because he sent me to school on the first place for like, everyday! There was some times before that I heard that his boss had always called him at the office and mad at him for being always late to work. You know how it made you think when you know you're the main reason why your father always late to work and he had to face the boss every time. Because of you. &lt;br /&gt;
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Since then I don't see any hates anymore. It was just me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now you see how that karma doesn't work to a father, to my father. Whatever I gave him, no matter how cranky, how bad, how naughty I was, he'll will just give me one and only; a fathers love. &lt;/div&gt;
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(Even though the punishments are still following~ XD)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Dear father, this Dean List is for you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;I really hope some day I will be able to post a status update in my Facebook, like that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love ya, father. Whatever you do, you're always my hero. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-275423470257756787?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/275423470257756787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=275423470257756787" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/275423470257756787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/275423470257756787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/sgHY2JloL94/father.html" title="Father" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRe9x3DqXPM/TsYSRZAzprI/AAAAAAAAAds/dx_nIxq4yCw/s72-c/father_son.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/11/father.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCQXo6fyp7ImA9WhdbEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-6068559221844476711</id><published>2011-10-08T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T08:17:40.417-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-08T08:17:40.417-07:00</app:edited><title>I Am Not A Good Guy</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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Into the cafe. In the middle of the class. Down the corridor. By the roadside. Anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;
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Why did when I walked in front of a crowd at anywhere, everyone is eyeballing me? Don't stare at me please, I don't deserve them..&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not a guy that is worth seeing. I am a very false guy, I did lots of wrong things. If you give me that attention, I will deceive you. People said I am a good boy, but I am truly not. Judge me form the way I look, and you are making a great mistake. I just looks like a any other USIM students who wear songkok and keep a smart look, but no I am absolutely not that good. Wearing songkok doesn't make me any better, but I just looks like one when I do. I am a boy who did lots of mistakes and offenses.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just don't look at me..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't manifest myself, with my appearance. I don't own a good look, and I don't own a good heart. I always wanted to commit sins and wrong things many times. Like, when I always prioritizing my own desire than other peoples needs. I would do anything to please myself and to make myself happy, coz that is all what I am concerning at all time.. I am a bad guy.&lt;/div&gt;
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To those who become my friends, if you are going to list your friends from the worst to the best, please be sure to put my name at the bottom. Coz I am your worst friend, ever. I always think of myself before you. All I care first is my own feelings, and yours and the others don't always mean a thing to me. To say that I'm a friend who appreciate his friends, is totally overrated. I am really not. Have you ever saw me brought you a cake during your birthday? Or be the shoulder for you to cry when you were sad? Or gave you all the assistance you need when you asked? No.&lt;/div&gt;
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Please don't look at me. Get me away from your sight, coz I don't deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-6068559221844476711?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/6068559221844476711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=6068559221844476711" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6068559221844476711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6068559221844476711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/7Ul2bdqqIsE/i-am-not-good-guy.html" title="I Am Not A Good Guy" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LabFOe56gZI/TpBphxn5aPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/kYGwFwlOry4/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-not-good-guy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMRHwzcSp7ImA9WhdWGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-6912331992954943376</id><published>2011-09-12T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:13:05.289-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T23:13:05.289-07:00</app:edited><title>Undergraduate Life</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today's the second day of my life as an undergraduate student in USIM. Feelings? Uneven. Yes of course I'm kinda excited coz I finally prevailed to be in a university; an aim in my list of dreams-to-be-achieved-in-life which had finally got fulfilled. But as I discovered the schedule, I felt screwed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I never expect that every classes would take place in different faculties. EVERYTIME. You have to know how each faculties aren't just a step away, but might be hundreds of it. Oh God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;(I really need a ride. Modenas Kriss, you're freaking PRECIOUS at these moments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So along these 2 long days, I dragged myself there and there. If luck wasn't on my side, like today, I've to walk again to my hostel in a scorching sunny heat. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feels like a roasted duck in a middle of a burning desert&lt;/span&gt;, walking slowly in dire need of water, and destination. It is like 3 or 4 kilometres of walks per days, and it isn't funny at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just met the dean of Faculty of Science and Technology just now, trying to work on some progresses on my appeal to change my courses. But he acted real cold seeing me, and I felt so not much welcomed when I just stepped into his office. Before I could even say a word, he overruled and said that he don't want to listen to anything; any reasons any explanations whatsoever. He said he had been through all those things for over 8 years, and it sickens him. He just asked me to submit my application and wait for any progresses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kilometres of walk in sun and thirst, and this is what I got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He's lucky he is the dean. And I am the one who seeks for help. Or else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-6912331992954943376?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/6912331992954943376/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=6912331992954943376" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6912331992954943376?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6912331992954943376?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/-P163xqWYdw/undergraduate-life.html" title="Undergraduate Life" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVuLSt6g-h8/Tm70WvoYDvI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1LRjQvXuwyk/s72-c/img_3327.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/09/undergraduate-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEARn8_fCp7ImA9WhdWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-8799986415599778090</id><published>2011-09-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:24:07.144-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-10T12:24:07.144-07:00</app:edited><title>Mr. JAKIM Officer, I Beg To Differ</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday an officer from JAKIM was invited to give a talk to USIM first year students as a slot during our Ta'aruf week at Nilai Stadium. It was supposed to be a talk on "Islam as The State religion Of Malaysia" but he always went away. Well never mind, in fact that was what keeping me awake along long talk; sometimes it was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when he suddenly talked about secularism and what is is really. In accordance to his understanding, he defined "secularism" as a doctrine that rejects religion, and by that he assured us how Malaysia isn't practicing secularism by any means, or else Malaysia won't happen to be an Islamic country in which Islam is approved to be the state religion, and there'll be no Islamic institutions in this country, as Sharia Court and even JAKIM, won't appear to establish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right, but the definition wasn't so precise. I'm sorry, but I don't really think that is what "secularism" is all about. So what secularism really is? This is the best answer that I found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Secularism is a view that religion and religious considerations should be ignored or excluded from social and political matters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to vote whether Malaysia is a secular country or not, I wouldn't hesitate to answer a resounding yes. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wasn't going to write much about this because I've already written a post on this months ago &lt;a href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2010/02/sekularisme-membarah-dalam-masyarakat.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, I'll be pointing out just one example to answer the perplexing confusion about secular or non secular dilemma. Just think of this, our country, Malaysia, unlike Pakistan constitution, which states that all laws must be consistent with syariah therefore can be said as non-secular, our constitution doesn't stipulate this. In Malaysia syariah laws are only applied in particular situations, whilst civil laws were applied to all situations. Civil punishments like jail sentence, hang to death sentence etc. are widely applied while Islamic, or Syariah punishments, such as Hudud, is denied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One of my friend raised his hand and asked a question of the matter of Hudud and why wasn't it be carried out if it is true that Malaysia don't isolate religious matter from other matters to the officer. The officer did his job, he answered the question but his idea was stinks. His point was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"There is always great fusses about this, why isn't hudud be carried out in our country although we claimed our country to be an Islamic country? Folks, okay, in civil law there is caning punishment, in which we caned strokes of rattan to convicts who did certain offences, and in Islam (syariah law) there are also punishment like this, almost the same. The only difference is, caning is Islam will be much softer while caning in civil punishments is harder, that is the only adjustment or twist that become the difference between caning in accordance to civil law, and caning based from syariah law. The thing is till remains the same, we caned people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thats of course not exactly the words that he spoke but the point is almost like that. That was the last question that he answered before he ended his talk that night. I was really upset and damn disappointed with the answer he gave, as a certified JAKIM officer. What is actually his points? that civil and syariah punishments is just the same but with a lil' adjustments? that syariah punishment like caning can be adjusted and fixed and twisted to look more like a civil punishment? OMG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I hope he would visit my blog soon and leave an explanation in the comment so I won't lose my faith and respect to him as a certified JAKIM officer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Few weeks ago I signed in my Facebook account and took a mosey around my friends pages. Read a bunch of statuses from each profile, well none of them were about each of them, but do you know what they all got in common? All of them were melodramatic quotes, crediting to each others sweethearts, or at least, talk about nothing but love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then I thought to myself; at the age of 19, is this the mating season for human? &amp;amp;gt;.&amp;amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few moments when I was "busy" stalking into each walls, someone greeted my on the chatbox. A girl I never knew, saying "hi". Then we chatted a lil'; talking about each other and all those boring questions : "how are you", "where do you live", "have you eaten", "what did you do today" etc. Then after a while she suddenly asked me if I've a girlfriend yet, and I replied no. I felt obliged to ask her the same and her answer is the same as mine, no. But she said she was looking for one. Well, what else could I say, I told her to chill coz I assured her that she'll find her match sooner or later, its just the matter of time. Then, she suddenly threw me a question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I knew I wasn't only blushing at the moment, but it gave me goosebumps too. Yeah! Its creepy to think how that question could be that easy to be thrown to a random guy, that was me, that she just found in just like, 30 minutes earlier!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Just one question to girls : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IS IT REALLY THAT EASY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Few months ago, an almost exactly the same situation happened to me. I was chatting with a girl I just knew for 2 days (from Facebook) and she already talked about "marriage", "getting married" and "fated to be together". She said that she wished I'll marry her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Again, blushed face and goosebumps. &amp;amp;gt;.&amp;amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Love is..? That easy..? That short? That simple? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Huh, this blogs dusty! Hi all, I'm so sorry for not updating this blog for quite a while, well, its kinda north of a month coz my last post was dating from July 11th 2011. It was just because I got stuck in a situation of "so many things to do, so little time", facing 9 examination papers throughout the month. The worst thing is, it was the Final Examination papers. Yeah, the very last exam before I get to step into the life of a degree student, well, this upcoming September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The reason why I took the Final Exam real late than the others because I caught a dengue fever when the others were facing the exam. So my exam was dragged to a date dating south of three months from the real final examination date, just for my recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as my exam was scheduled to be in July, so I have to arrange my own place to stay throughout the 5 days period of exam. But then I decided to just stay at my previous hostel, even it is already occupied with juniors. Well, sharing is caring right? Plus it won't take any longer, just a 5 days period. A LONG 5 DAYS PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a very long, tough a week of 5 days. There were always obstacles, like when I lost my baggage at the bus station in Seremban, when I had to take a paper without an identification card and proper attire (coz my cloths were all there in the lost bag!), and of course, when I had to explain why to the people at the examination center. That moment I was really have to cling to my own self, coz I got nobody to assist me with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so lucky a very generous lecturer got my back. He was Mr. Arho, who teach Physics to the foundation students in my university. He helped me everyday with almost everything; gave me a ride to my hostel, treated me lunch, gave me his office keys in case I want to study in a period between the papers, supported me morally etc. Served me all the assistance I need along such a week of helter skelter like that . I owed him really that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last day there before I had my last paper, I told Mr. Arho my mechanical pencil was broken and so I wished to borrow a pencil from him. I put the dismantled mechanical pencil on his table (it was terrible broken) all scattered, before I thanked him and left to face the paper. 3 hours later when my paper was over I came back to his office, but he wasn't there. But suddenly I saw my mechanical pencil was still there on the table, but fully mantled and in a good shape. Yes, he fixed it for me, man. I was so touched :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In the evening when he sent me back to my hostel for the last time, I hugged him real tight, thanked him for helping me and treated me really good, even though before this we never got to know each other that better. I mean, he didn't teach my class or my lecture. I just met him by coincidence before that. But he treated me otherwise; just like I was his son. I felt so touched by his kindness and so lucky to have his assistance. Really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the best teacher I've ever known :) Mucho gracias, Mr. Arho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-6660095002803327844?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/6660095002803327844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=6660095002803327844" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6660095002803327844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6660095002803327844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/eKVy5MLzRNU/hes-very-best-of-teacher.html" title="He's The Very Best Of Teacher" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4acUr1CyJQ/Tk9a9SvAsvI/AAAAAAAAAdc/R_sIXOR3uOQ/s72-c/DSC00581.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/08/hes-very-best-of-teacher.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIFQn86fSp7ImA9WhdTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-1366253011082084942</id><published>2011-07-11T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:41:53.115-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-11T19:41:53.115-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tazkirah" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine" /><title>M.E.N.T.A.L.I.T.Y.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Traditional Arabic'; font-size: x-large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;السَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَا تُهُ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Traditional Arabic'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: xx-large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;eople change, the only thing matter is whether it is approaching positivity or other the way around. Nothing much but the very nature of human. People always change in every sort of things that come in life; lifestyle, attitude, habit,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;conscientiousness, fervor in something whatsoever, as time flies. Even if they'll say they don't, well, they just do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Why do we change? Thats nature. Being human is full of demands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Whatever we've gotten, we always want more than that. It is like, prevailing in something that will lead us to a desire of prevailing another thing further ahead. And to achieve it we must change, which means to take sides, whether to the better or the worse. Coz mind you, in life there are nothing much as a "fence-sitter". We must choose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Picking a rightful side isn't a hard choice. Living it, is. Why? As most people are lulled by the reality of a worldly life, they tend to chose the wrong side. There are a small portion of them who chose the other side, which is awfully untrodden but it leads to the better life instead; the Islamic way of life. But as there are more people choosing the wrong side rather than the right side, the wrong side suddenly appear to look as "right".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;One friend of mine commented on a profile picture of a girl that wasn't wearing any hijab. He reminded her that it would be nicer if she wore a proper attire as a Muslim. What did he got in return?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"This is my profile picture okay, get your nose out of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;My classmate decided to put an end to his relationship with her girlfriend. He knows how wrong it is and he chose to broke up in the name of Islam. Honestly he did, but what do you reckon that girl reacted?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Ahh stop pretending to be pious. Get lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;One of my friend posted in his wall that he's "in a relationship" with a girl. You know what people have responded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Wow you're advanced! I don't even get a girlfriend yet. Haha. Good for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;This is the MENTALITY of our people. The mindset is tuned into "everything that is wrong in Islam is cool", "things that most people do are great" and "to be Islamic is lame". And this is getting worse everyday; no one is noticing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Brothers and sisters, all we need is another change, and this time, it is the MENTALITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In some other way it is an apparent act of cruelty towards the reptile. Without the fangs she can't eat, and she'll die in a few weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-9096609875921087426?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/9096609875921087426/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=9096609875921087426" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/9096609875921087426?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/9096609875921087426?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/_tXDhWyxMCU/baby-boy-being-bitten-repeatedly-by.html" title="A Baby Boy Being Bitten Repeatedly By A King Cobra" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-boy-being-bitten-repeatedly-by.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EEQXc6eyp7ImA9WhZaF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-4948103954965601046</id><published>2011-07-04T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:46:40.913-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-04T00:46:40.913-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird Dreams" /><title>Weird Dreams : My Lecturer Is My Old High School Ex Girlfriend</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_DZ6Y3OLGA/ThFuEiIB-QI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MG_Gbh1w2IY/s1600/2085538704_655160af64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_DZ6Y3OLGA/ThFuEiIB-QI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MG_Gbh1w2IY/s1600/2085538704_655160af64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I took a mosey around the beach on a pulchritudinous eve. There was a function but I couldn't remember what is it. Great in the sky there lies the sun hiding behind a cluster of cloud in the west yellow horizon. Seagulls and kingfishers fly across from nowhere in their flocks, and the sea started to glitter like a wave of diamonds in the sunshine. Dear Lord, it was a perfect eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I walked away from the crowd to enjoy the panoramic eve sea view. It was a good riddance; the noise and the standing ovation of the crowd would just wreck my eve. Glaring the divine sky where the sun starts to set and the moon fades in greatly pacify my mind. I felt empty, I felt nothing. For the first time I feel my mind was totally vacant with nothing circling it. I even have no idea why am I here, what was the function is all about, why was I here, how did I got here; in fact, I didn't even know where on earth actually I was! But for some strange reasons I felt it was better that way. I felt real calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After a few moment I dragged myself back to the crowd. I was reluctant to walk away from beach but I have to get home. It was already dawn, and my mother would surely kill me if I stay any longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was like a beach party; the people were all nearly scantily clad. But it didn't actually got me in any way, I kept on my track looking for familiar faces that could drive me home. Suddenly I realized how loony it appeared to be; I was like in some weird country and the people were all whites! I was like in some American beaches in some American countries. It was really odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I kept walking on, muddled, when I suddenly saw a very familiar face. It was a woman sitting there on a bench. Who was it, I couldn't easily remember, even though I was really sure she must have something to do with me. I didn't have the guts to greet her, but I kept her in sight. Wait, I know this woman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Out of the blue there was a flash in the pan. Yeah, there were no doubt. She's my lecturer in my university! Dear God, what was she doing here anyway? I stepped in to meet her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As I approached her I felt something strange. It seemed like she wasn't just a lecturer to me. I finally faced her in person, and my mind could hardly told me that she was my girlfriend, on the other hand! What the heck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She was still looking familiar to me as a lecturer in my university, but as I greet her she stared into my eyes in a different way. Then she said, "Dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Okay knock it off. This is a very stupid dream. Haha. Forget it. Dreams are weird.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;+.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-4948103954965601046?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/4948103954965601046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=4948103954965601046" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/4948103954965601046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/4948103954965601046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/GFJWu7xmeII/weird-dream-my-lecturer-is-my-old-high.html" title="Weird Dreams : My Lecturer Is My Old High School Ex Girlfriend" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_DZ6Y3OLGA/ThFuEiIB-QI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MG_Gbh1w2IY/s72-c/2085538704_655160af64.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/07/weird-dream-my-lecturer-is-my-old-high.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEGSH05eip7ImA9WhZaFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-8585358231009408096</id><published>2011-07-02T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:37:09.322-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-02T14:37:09.322-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine" /><title>Bersih 2.0 : Yellow Tee VS Red Tee.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifS77HAcKp8/Tg9_qIqqY3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ErhkkMoeSfw/s1600/G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifS77HAcKp8/Tg9_qIqqY3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ErhkkMoeSfw/s400/G.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay this is ridiculous. It is reported that Pemuda UMNO, the one that is strongly against Bersih 2.0 demonstration on this upcoming 9th of July, is now rounding up as much followers as they can to halt the illegal demonstration, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;with another damn demonstration! &lt;/span&gt;They call it 'Himpunan Patriot', and guess what, they will be wearing red tee during the allocated date. Dear Lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Deja Vu? Yeah, now it looks EXACTLY like 2009's chaotic Thailand ! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yellow tee&lt;/span&gt; against &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;red tee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Great, now Pemuda UMNO is violating their own words. To stop a demonstration with another demonstration is tremendously preposterous! Apparently this would only get things exacerbated, and this is the clash that will lead to chaos, riots and all the things we afraid of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And I wondered if this "Himpunan Patriot" approved by the government, or just another outlaw rally like Bersih 2.0?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Whatever it is, it is the WORST idea I ever heard from UMNO side. Really do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Frankly I really don't think Bersih 2.0 Rally alone will turn into chaos. Not, until FRU gonna come on board and mess everything up with their water cannon and tear gas to the crowd. But with the "red tee" of Pemuda UMNO's Himpunan Patriot joining in I'm sure there'll be a terrible catastrophe. Somebody will get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm with Bersih 2.0 of their memorandum that is the main purpose is for search of justice in electoral system. Thats it, and thats all. But talking about the chaos that is going to be happening soon in KL soon, I beg to disagree. But again, Pemuda UMNO has really make things worst. The idea of having another demonstration to stop Bersih 2.0 is totally absurd. You can make a joke out of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;9th of July 2011, everybody will get wet soon :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-8585358231009408096?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/8585358231009408096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=8585358231009408096" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/8585358231009408096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/8585358231009408096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/1RabltgRBTU/bersih-20-yellow-tee-vs-red-tee-whats.html" title="Bersih 2.0 : Yellow Tee VS Red Tee." /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifS77HAcKp8/Tg9_qIqqY3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ErhkkMoeSfw/s72-c/G.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/07/bersih-20-yellow-tee-vs-red-tee-whats.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CSH89cSp7ImA9WhZaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-2690334930156211272</id><published>2011-06-27T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:31:09.169-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T15:31:09.169-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion" /><title>Bersih 2.0 : What Do You Think?</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is my honest opinion pertaining to this matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Frankly in politics I'm not taking sides. I prefer to not to stick to any parties, but whoever did right shall get my vote. I'll judge both sides first whenever I think is necessary for me to, in any matter. I'm neutral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izkgM1tdtEE/TgjUtqZf62I/AAAAAAAAAc4/gNf90RBnVvw/s1600/argument.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izkgM1tdtEE/TgjUtqZf62I/AAAAAAAAAc4/gNf90RBnVvw/s1600/argument.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I do have my own opinion on something, in which means I might be taking sides too, but I'm not going to stick with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;What Is Bersih 2.0 Is All About?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, shortly it is a gathering or public demonstration in which supported by Pakatan Rakyat (coalition of three largest opposition parties in Malaysia) in which they advocates for electoral reforms in Malaysia, and has been advocating this since the last Bersih gathering in November 2007. It is scheduled to be held again on this upcoming 9th of July 2011 in Kuala Lumpur. They are demanding SPR of Malaysia (the Election Commission of Malaysia) this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1. Clean up the electoral roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2. Reform postal voting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3. Use indelible ink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4. 21-day campaign period as a minimum period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;5. Allow all parties free access to the medias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;6. Put an end to dirty politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I tried to grasp every each of the demands, I asked few persons and brainstormed them all and I found that all they want by requesting all this demands to EC is just, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;an equally fair election&lt;/span&gt;. Fair enough without any kind of abuse, or any chance of votes to get on some kind of falsification, or electoral manipulation by the government. Thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, we take the second demand as an example. The request is to abolish the postal vote with exceptional to diplomats and overseas voters. Why they're including this in the memorandum? Well all I can say is postal voting is vulnerable to get abused. This is due to report in 1999 where an ex officer in ATM (Malaysian Army) confessed that he had violated thousands of votes for the soldiers, by crossing them by himself as ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhMrxGeNI64/TgjnDkFlizI/AAAAAAAAAc8/G0gUIjhBQx0/s1600/261909_164797040254182_162827207117832_391350_8238510_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhMrxGeNI64/TgjnDkFlizI/AAAAAAAAAc8/G0gUIjhBQx0/s400/261909_164797040254182_162827207117832_391350_8238510_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, why Harakah? Why other newspaper didn't have any of these reports? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well thats how the system works&lt;/span&gt;. You won't write a report that will reveal your true color, don't you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, you have to know most of the newspaper out there is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;owned&lt;/span&gt; by the government. We have no doubt about this, it is obvious that the government side is dominating the whole media. They own the TV broadcasts, they own the radio channels, and they own the whole lot of newspapers you found out there. So is this fair? A kid can tell how unfair is, and this lead to demand number 5; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allow all parties free access to the medias&lt;/i&gt;. This is why they want to have equal access to the media, so it will be an equally fair match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8tPcROXE4w/TgjwYLUzNPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/vu7r83owkrw/s1600/bl2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="85" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8tPcROXE4w/TgjwYLUzNPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/vu7r83owkrw/s400/bl2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What do you think then? Your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So what is the problem? Why is people against this if there's nothing wrong with the demands? They said demonstration isn't a right way to voice out. "You better write to goverment and they'll consider.." Haha. Is it? I don't think so. Yeah writing to government is the right way to voice out, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we want to be heard&lt;/span&gt;. All this while I saw the demands, request or everything that is not "physically" heard or seen, or not by actions are all thrashes. Everything fall on deaf ears. Nothing is considered. So whats the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They said the chairperson Dato Ambiga Sreenevasen shouldn't be acceptable by the Malay for her role in the case of IFC (Interfaith Commission) and the apostasy case of Lina Joy. But I think it is better we look to what the thing is going to lead us to, not who is going to lead us to. To the better? If she's going to run something right and for the better, so whats the problem? My friend said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVIcnbNGglg/Tgj_NIZhRaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WB_yZUHTfdg/s1600/ll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVIcnbNGglg/Tgj_NIZhRaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WB_yZUHTfdg/s400/ll.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I chose to agree with him. Coz I saw this thing has nothing to do with what she was doing in 2001, dealing with IFC etc. Yes I agreed and we all know the ungodly things; her role in IFC and Lina Joy case, and we all agreed it couldn't be accepted. But none of the demands itself are dealing with religious or racial matters. It is just all about electoral reformation, and it is indeed to the better coz they want to straighten up things. They just want justice in elections, and thats all this was all about. Is it wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I'm still neutral but I must have a stand, so that is just my opinion regarding this. I saw nothing is actually wrong about this, and I think the are no reasons why we can't have to run this program when the only purpose is for search of justice. What do you think then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-2690334930156211272?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/2690334930156211272/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=2690334930156211272" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/2690334930156211272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/2690334930156211272?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/g5jgHF-nwd8/bersih-20-what-do-you-think.html" title="Bersih 2.0 : What Do You Think?" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izkgM1tdtEE/TgjUtqZf62I/AAAAAAAAAc4/gNf90RBnVvw/s72-c/argument.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/06/bersih-20-what-do-you-think.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICSHc9eCp7ImA9WhZaEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-492513986130223423</id><published>2011-06-25T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T12:52:49.960-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-25T12:52:49.960-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine" /><title>Whining Again!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today is the first time I feel a lil bit distracted and outraged for being a blogger. Well, this is not the first time I got criticized for the idea I delivered in my writings here, and my another disgusting blog &lt;a href="http://thisblogisnerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;TNA&lt;/a&gt;, and it doesn't matter anyway. In fact I like critics; it improves an idea to the better. It makes an idea grows, fuels critical minds  and different views in brainstorming an idea together. Right? And yea, it also shows that my blog also got some readers out there. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I love good arguments about something brainy, or anything that is just worth to argue on. I did appreciate any feedbacks from the readers, anything, but just one thing; MIND YOUR WORDS. If you don't like the idea than its fine, you are welcomed to hit me back in comments, but please have a manner okay. I don't appreciate offensive, harsh words, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I did once received a feedback saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"F*ck you!"&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Stupid Dely"&lt;/span&gt; a lil times ago, and I was a lil' bit outraged like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What did I write to deserve that?" &lt;/span&gt;Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was an opinion, and most of them was just me whining on something. Know what whining is? Nothing serious! So don't take it so hard lad. And you don't need to be that cranky in your words if you don't agree with anything I wrote here. A good comment will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, congratulations to Hassan and Nazrul of Imam Muda for their success proceeding to final :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zy9AyY5Lb4/TgY2OcIrdnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GlwqDXhWxHU/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zy9AyY5Lb4/TgY2OcIrdnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GlwqDXhWxHU/s400/page.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wish you all the best! People used to criticize this reality program as degrading the religion or commercializing it, your call, but you cannot deny that this program is MUCH BETTER to most other reality programs broadcasted. Try view it positively :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/8152190729325253391-492513986130223423?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/492513986130223423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=492513986130223423" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/492513986130223423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/492513986130223423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/laO8x4T4F6M/whining-again.html" title="Whining Again!" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zy9AyY5Lb4/TgY2OcIrdnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GlwqDXhWxHU/s72-c/page.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/06/whining-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMQXo6eCp7ImA9WhZbFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-9141263605905020163</id><published>2011-06-20T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T02:46:20.410-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-20T02:46:20.410-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine" /><title>The Truth Is, I Didn't Yet Have My Final Exam!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I got something to tell ya. Two months ago, when everybody were breaking their backs preparing for the final exam during the study week, I suddenly caught a dengue fever. It was the worst fever, in fact the worst 2 weeks of my life. I was shaking, trembling like a leaf on the bed, and my body was steaming hot. It was reaching 40 degree celcius, and I could firmly assure you, it wasn't really got any better in the first week. On the other hand, I got weaker and weaker everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was just merely couldn't do anything. My only room mate was quite ignorant, the one that I really could "count on"; while I was dying on the bed, he kept on studying on his desk! How could he.. I couldn't say a word, but again, never mind, I was just so lucky my other housemates got my back. One of them kindly assisted me to the clinic, but the doctor inspect nothing serious. Nothing serious? But then he gave me Paracetamol and asked us to go to hospital if if didn't really cease in 2 or 3 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well the next day, I was still shaking on my bed, and I felt worse. I didn't think I could afford to wait for another 2 or 3 days, so my housemate again, decided to send me to a hospital. They brought me to Hospital Serdang, and finally, the doctor spotted that I got symptoms for dengue. That was nothing surprising, coz my friends had been telling that to the doctors in the clinics on the first place, but they didn't believe it. Well, looking to the bright side, at least now they wouldn't take my case lightly as the doctors in the previous clinics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I was wrong. They were still saying that there was nothing going on, so they let me go that night. Then the next day at my hostel, my whole body was seriously shivering, no joke, I mean like, REAL serious. This time if the doctor still gonna say that there were still nothing going on, I would strangle him to death myself. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But then guess what, that doctor survived. He finally told us I was really on dengue and would be hospitalized right away. Phew! God bless him. =.="&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was there for 3 days till my father came on board and transferred me to Hospital Sultanah Nur Zahirah Kuala Terengganu. Even though my mind was troubled by the dengue, and the final exams I left behind, but still, its good to be home :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But anyway, the thing that pinged me that moment was, the doctor there said that I was in critical stage of a dengue fever! Critical, oh Lord, I got real panicked, and merely thought of death. I knew everything could happen that time. I heard lots of dengue cases which ended with deaths, and those cases kept looming in my mind on that moment. I was scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Time flew, and approaching a week I've been there the dengue finally started to cease. My body temperature dropped to normal, and I felt healthy again. I was real happy, so thankful to the Exalted for granting me with health again. Alhamdulillah, thank you Allah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Within 3 days I was finally allowed to get home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I'm still have one job undone; Final Exam. It has been 2 months but still no news about it, but I'm working hard on it right now. Pray for me, everything will be fine okay? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, back to my study desk!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cheerio :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&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/8152190729325253391-9141263605905020163?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/9141263605905020163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=9141263605905020163" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/9141263605905020163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/9141263605905020163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/eSHqioqxITw/truth-is-i-didnt-yet-have-my-final-exam.html" title="The Truth Is, I Didn't Yet Have My Final Exam!" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIDuZ7uszuM/Tf8Ww-cIWQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9Hh6IT661XA/s72-c/251199_234497516564063_100000114488793_1106950_3672062_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/06/truth-is-i-didnt-yet-have-my-final-exam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMRHc6eCp7ImA9WhZbFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-2024460999739016626</id><published>2011-06-19T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T06:14:45.910-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-19T06:14:45.910-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine" /><title>Suicidal : Are You People Going Nuts?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FzexLLlSTdw/Tf32Oz_loKI/AAAAAAAAAck/SuOoUR-K9fI/s1600/Further-Suicide-Prevention.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FzexLLlSTdw/Tf32Oz_loKI/AAAAAAAAAck/SuOoUR-K9fI/s1600/Further-Suicide-Prevention.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A few months ago I was having my lunch at the cafe of UIAM Nilai when a security guard came and told that a student attempted to commit suicide on the previous night. He slashed his wrist with a knife and threatened to jump from the third floor of the building.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Security Guard : Last night was a chaos. Everyone got panicked when a boy suddenly got on the ledge. His wrist was bleeding. He&amp;nbsp;threatened that he will jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;People at the stall : Really? That's something we can't see everyday, didn't it? Haha. Anyway, did he really jumped?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Security Guard : (Chuckled) Indeed. Haha. Well, he didn't. He was saved, and quickly rushed to the hospital. &amp;nbsp; What a close call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;People at the stall : That might be a close call, but I don't have a sense of sympathy for a lad like that. He didn't deserve it. What a fool. Didn't he know what are waiting for him in the afterlife if he did suicide last night? Everybody's doing everything they can to sustain a good health, but he purposely looking for death?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Security Guard : Yeah, thats nothing but obvious stupidity. It is awful to know that an educated people like him would choose to commit such things. Well I might be just a security guard here, but it has never crossed my mind to do so, even though how hard my life has came to be. Well, maybe it is not too much to say that as for today, uneducated people are wiser than the educated ones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;People at the stall : Yeah well, the world's turning upside down now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Security Guard : Exactly. Well, you know, when most people got panicked, cried and chaotic as the boy stood on that third floor's ledge and threatened to jump, I must be the only one to say, " Do a backflip!" Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well then, I'm agree with both of them. They're right, those people who commit suicide or attempted to do it don't deserve any mercy nor sympathy. What, do they think life has no value at all? We live for no reason, and so do how we can choose to die? Haha. Great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They might be greatly unstable, emotionally interrupted or whatsoever, but there are solutions for all of that. No need to be over outraged and slit your own throat. That won't solve any of your problem, in fact it would only exacerbate it. Don't be a fool okay, value your life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Islam is the solution" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8152190729325253391-2024460999739016626?l=outschoolspotted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/2024460999739016626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8152190729325253391&amp;postID=2024460999739016626" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/2024460999739016626?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/2024460999739016626?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ListenToMyWhine/~3/NW07Z3uuwuQ/suicidal-are-you-people-going-nuts.html" title="Suicidal : Are You People Going Nuts?" /><author><name>everything you define me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11228326191850294776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uSbH2SGmrTk/TUcR6RumoaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ODyRwmfqcks/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FzexLLlSTdw/Tf32Oz_loKI/AAAAAAAAAck/SuOoUR-K9fI/s72-c/Further-Suicide-Prevention.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/06/suicidal-are-you-people-going-nuts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

