<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:01:37.855-07:00</updated><category term="Whine"/><category term="Hilarious"/><category term="Articles"/><category term="Experience"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Info"/><category term="Critics"/><category term="Facts"/><category term="Lyrics"/><category term="My View"/><category term="Poems"/><category term="About Me"/><category term="Debate"/><category term="Dumb"/><category term="Friendship"/><category term="History"/><category term="Tazkirah"/><category term="Essays"/><category term="Fake"/><category term="Frustration"/><category term="Guitar"/><category term="How come?"/><category term="I Can&#39;t Believe This"/><category term="Imagination"/><category term="Intro"/><category term="Investigate"/><category term="Islamic"/><category term="Joke"/><category term="Lame"/><category term="Latest Updates"/><category term="Memories"/><category term="Miracle"/><category term="Music"/><category term="Opinion"/><category term="Outraged"/><category term="Reminder"/><category term="Stupid"/><category term="USIM"/><category term="Victory"/><category term="Vids"/><category term="Weird Dreams"/><title type='text'>Listen To My Whine</title><subtitle type='html'>I write what I see.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-6333908734217835361</id><published>2014-08-20T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-08-20T19:20:43.083-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My View"/><title type='text'>ISIS does not represent Islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This morning while&amp;nbsp; watching some random videos on Youtube I came across a disturbing video called &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;A Message To America&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with duration of 2.29 minutes. In that video there was a man who dressed in an orange jumpsuit, kneeling in front of the camera, with a masked man standing beside him. I went on watching the video for the first minute and a half, and right after the masked man revealed his knife, I stopped the video and closed the entire tab right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man is recognized to be Mr James Foley, the American photojournalist who was reported to be abducted by unidentified gunmen in Syria back in 2012. The footage are reported to be posted on Youtube on behalf of ISIS on Tuesday, August 19th, 2014 (as recently as two days ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before he was killed, Mr Foley, 40, was forced to read a statement that blamed America for his death. The journalist said: &lt;i&gt;“I call on my friends, family and loved ones to rise up against my real killers – the US government. For what will happen to me is only a result of their complacency and criminality.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Minutes later he was beheaded by the masked man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrolled down a little to read some comments made by the viewers. And I tell you what, I wasn&#39;t disappointed to read those comments. I was actually expecting those outraged comments condemning Islam and blaming Muslims as a whole to flood the whole section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job ISIS. Thank you for committing terrorism in the name of Islam, and makes us all look bad in the eyes of the world, once again. Thank you for bringing the hate upon us again, and thank you for bringing back the Islamophobia back on the rise once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are also conspiracy theories claiming that this ISIS is actually a creation of the USA itself to put the disgrace on Islam and shift the world&#39;s attention away form the middle east&#39;s conflicts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You can choose which of these versions to believe; I personally don&#39;t give a damn about it. Coz either way, it does not makes a difference at all. This ISIS truly does not represent Islam. I am a Muslim and I am outraged with what has happened. And I am literally angered with these people who claimed to be Muslims but does not act like one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Associating Islam with terrorism is not a new thing, I know. If you are viewing things objectively, and you what Islam is, you know it is not true. But I am not exactly gonna put the whole blame on the people for all the stereotypes they throw at us Muslims. The blame is on these small groups of people, ISIS or any other groups who claimed to be representing Islam but commit unnecessary violence like this. You guys, if you truly are Muslims, are the disgrace of Islam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the whole world out there who are angered with the actions and violence committed by these groups and starts to point fingers to Islam, please understand that this is the act of a small minority group and does not speaks for us as a whole. Don&#39;t judge us Muslims based on the actions of some small minority lunatics. The majority of us are not like that. The majority of us are actually against that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Have you ever experienced a moment in your life when death is so close you can actually feel its presence? Ever had a feelings of hopelessness so great, all you had in mind was families and friends thinking that you will never see them again?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Though death is so imminent, yet it is so subtle. It looms around you, hides behind your back, and tries to communicate with you. Tries to remind you how fragile life is. And sometimes, it even &lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;touches&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Three months ago (6th of May to be exact) I experienced a rather serious accident at the gym, while doing my daily routine workout. My left lung suddenly collapsed, and I could hardly breathe. I was literally gasping for air like a dying fish; totally helpless, for almost 15 minutes before I could get to the hospital. That ride to hospital was the longest ride in my life. And I was literally dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can vaguely recall how desperate I was as I begged my friend who was driving the car to drive faster. That man was a hero, and I owe him a life. He got me to hospital just before the oxygen in my lung are all used up. &quot;Five more minutes, and you&#39;ll be gone..&quot; said the doctor.&amp;nbsp; It was totally a close call. Seriously man, real close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up at my bed in the hospital the next morning, I couldn&#39;t actually believe that I actually survived the night. All praise to Him The All-Merciful, I was still alive the next day. I couldn&#39;t describe how grateful I am to survive the night. It is beyond words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For the next three consecutive days I was placed at the critical ward, heavily supervised. Some of the beds in the ward were the deathbeds for a lot of patients there. I have witnessed several deaths on the bed around me, for almost everyday. Again, death loomed just around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I have learned from the tragic event but these two are golden; that &lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;death are never too far from you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and that &lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;there are always people who care for you even when you&#39;re not noticing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This piece of paper keeps me strong. Thank you guys.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah, for this event. Though its tragic, it taught me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;verse_4646_language_6_content&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;And  We  have  already  created
  man  and  know  what  his  soul  whispers  to  him,  and  We  are 
closer  to  him  than  [his]  jugular  vein.&quot; (Quran 50:16)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t think I need to clarify to you what is &lt;b&gt;LGBT&lt;/b&gt; in the first place. It is, by the way,&amp;nbsp; a more decent way to refer to the community of homosexuals. And there has been a lot of debate over this term nowadays; some agree to accept them as part of the community, some disagree. And some others would grab popcorn and just enjoy those people arguing over a group of homosexuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Me? Lets cut to the chase; I don&#39;t. But I am not radically oppose them in the community. And I have my own reasons why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;First let me just emphasize that I just don&#39;t agree to accept the idea that they should freely practice their homosexuality in the community. I do accept them as part of the community, as we cannot deny the fact that they are out there, but I don&#39;t like the idea of accepting the homosexuality as something normal. I believe it is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are some claims, however, about a study that shows that homosexuality doesn&#39;t just exist amongst human but also in several kinds of animal. I had never came across it but for the sake of argument, lets just assume there is and it is true. But does it render that homosexuality is normal? Well, its tempting, but no. Just because there exist some homosexuality cases in nature doesn&#39;t mean we as a human being should accept it as normal in our eyes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In the same sense, well, to practice incest is also in nature. Animals, they do it all the time. They don&#39;t even have any idea who is legitimate to mate up with and whose not. They don&#39;t even care. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But does that mean we have to accept it in the community too, and accept it as normal all the way? Unequivocally, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In this case, I would say its all about moral values, ethics and being &#39;human&#39;. And talking about values, we should relate them closely to the religion we strongly beholden to, be it Islam, Christian, Buddha, Hinduism etc. Me as a devout Muslim, I shall and will always follow everything that He had set as a guidance for us pertaining to &#39;values&#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Allah (S.W.T) has made it clear to us Muslims about the matter of human values and even, homosexuality (as we were discussing). A translation of the Holy al-Quran, chapter 26 verse 165-166: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;&quot;Of all the creatures in the world, will ye approach males, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;and leave those whom Allah has created for you to be your mates? Nay, ye are a people transgressing (all limits)!&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. Clearly, being homosexual shouldn&#39;t be acceptable in the community according to Islam, as it is considered as crossing the line. It is not the path that is meant for as a normal human being, and therefore should not be viewed as normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;There are several other places in the Holy al-Quran that mentions about how homosexuality is a profound wrongness. But wait a minute, you might think why the heck am I bringing all of this verses up. You might say that I shouldn&#39;t have taken this matter into a religious context. Well, where else should I take it when it is about values and ethics? And even if you&#39;re not a Muslim, you should also agree that homosexuality is unethical because there&#39;s no religion that accept homosexuality to be normal. (correct me if I am wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;And to legalize it in our country, I don&#39;t think it is a wise idea considering that Malaysia is an Islamic country, with Islam as its official religion and the majority of Malaysians are Muslim. Plus, if it is allowed in our country, it will looks like we somehow advocating it, don&#39;t you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t say that we should oppose and detest these kind of people. Yeah, some of us might feel disturbing to even set eye on them, with some of them may be dressing like transvestites and act inappropriately but nonetheless, they are part of the community too. It is utterly unwise to antagonize them and look at them as the outcast of the society. They are truly not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;The way we should treat them shouldn&#39;t differ with how we treat other straight people. Embrace them and talk to them. We can guide them back to who they really are, rather than keep claiming that &quot;homosexuality is in the blood&quot; and therefore we are the one who should change and follow their lifestyle. No way. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;By the way, as this is a very heavy subject to reach to a point where everyone would agree upon, therefore you don&#39;t have to nod to everything I have stated above. Everyone have their own thought; maybe some of you don&#39;t agree with part of what I am saying, or maybe all of them, and that doesn&#39;t matter. This is my personal thought about this. You&#39;re free to think in the opposite way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;bacaan_div&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ayat_all_span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/5116259707769511250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/5116259707769511250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/5116259707769511250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/5116259707769511250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2013/11/lgbt-is-it-okay.html' title='LGBT - Is It Okay?'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeZZ9za7PEv-XoJKx8U6KnLO26YomEaG1_dqyYfNgE6PXg2LLa_Rf9brbpbKYud48ScmAxtOOXRHbar1wPbmu1FC57cgCqLoUz0s1jyVqmdac0Rm8hJ3iakmD1RuX4td-vima1OO0Q73N/s72-c/index.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-7064340930267042190</id><published>2013-08-11T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-12T00:11:17.135-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><title type='text'>A tangle on a string</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;High school friends are always the closest one to your heart. Whenever you&#39;re on holiday and taking an urban retreat at your peaceful hometown during semester break, they&#39;ll be the first one you&#39;re gonna seek to hang out with. Right? I do believe most people will agree with me on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot; Life is like a traveling ship. The sailors make friends at every port of
 call. But then they have to leave. Next port of call, new experiences, 
new friends. Years later, the ship comes by the old ports once more. Old
 friends reunited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We are all under the same sky where the Lord is, even if we are separated by different geographical lands and seas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As we stare at the sky above, the sky will gaze upon the very land and 
people left behind in a journey that will hopefully lead back to the 
same port of call..&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;(credits : &lt;a href=&quot;http://acoysmoke.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Miseria Cantare&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I gotta say, I don&#39;t love my friends that I got acquainted at campus the same way as I do to my high school friends. At campus things are much closer to work-related relationship. I mean, we do interacted a lot, do things together most of the time; we even stay in the same house, but the relationship bounds where we got things to do. We are housemates, classmates, room mates and all, but thats it; nothing more. They never make me feel as comfortable to be with as I do with my high school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;(I am not being sentimental, I am merely just unearthing whats deeply buried in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I quarreled with my friends at campus, big time. There&#39;s no face-punching and nose bleeding, but every time we fight, I am inclined to take the most pacifying way, by giving in and yield. By the end of the day, we would still be friends but the thing will always linger in my mind. &quot;Why couldn&#39;t you all be like my high school friends?&quot;, I would whisper to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It has been more than 7 years and counting since we first got acquainted at high school, but we never had a fight. There were some little disagreements back in the day, but it won&#39;t ended up to be just another scar in the heart. No grudges to hold, no dissatisfaction, no nothing. They won&#39;t hurt you as much as anyone would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;By the end of this semester break, I am beginning to sense it. Its not friendship anymore, its brotherhood; family. Its just like a tangle on a string; which can never be separated.&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/7064340930267042190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/7064340930267042190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/7064340930267042190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/7064340930267042190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2013/08/a-tangle-on-string.html' title='A tangle on a string'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCK-udaHVuzB4WvgeKXms70j976nM-1Mm2bjtmBqT9DzutrsaTr3-AHnjXntx9951W_Zb431vhRRQ5ZlgIkNbTKPvdXuTY2aUpzet4cxUB_I11Bi1A71iV9N_kMv5Ffj16_oVBi_Ct1Z_/s72-c/999172_670389582990593_1712640556_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-5332635496882435265</id><published>2013-07-27T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-27T16:53:00.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I.S.A.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Yeah I know it has been banned, replaced and repealed by the Security Offences Act in 2012, but I wasn&#39;t talking about that I.S.A. This is the another kind of I.S.A.; Information Security and Assurance of Computer Science. (I know people would normally associate the acronym I.S.A. with Internal Security Act) -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Anyway, this entry is dedicated to our juniors who are still kind of confused, wondering what the heck is I.S.A. is all about. There are basically three kind of reactions to the offer letter that got to their door. Some are freaked out, anticipating this might be some kind of a trash program that the university just randomly throw to any unlucky students; some are the kind of student who just don&#39;t care, just accept whatever they got without whining and go with the flow; and some others are very much intrigued with the word I.S.A. and wanna know more about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Apparently, the word I.S.A didn&#39;t tell much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well I&#39;ve been there too. I was once like you. Perplexed, confused, and pretty much freaked out too. I mean, yeah, what on earth am I supposed to learn taking computer science? And Information, Security and Assurance? What, am I gonna end up being a security personnel or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When most of my friends decided just to stick with the course and the path of computer science, I took the drastic move of changing the course and appeal for the other courses. There are several other choices in the faculty, but I chose Food Biotechnology. I guessed that lil bit of enthusiasm in biology I had when I was in school will serve me right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So did I. Flash forward, a few weeks later, I received a letter telling that my application is granted. Yep, I now stand a chance to be a scientist by pursuing Food Biotechnology program, rather than studying something which I have no idea what it is about, and ending up in a security post with a computer, or something. I now have a chance to embrace a brighter future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But you know what I did? I turned it down at the very last minute, and decided to stick to the I.S.A. program. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Because there was one day I let myself sunk deeply in thought, thinking about what kind of field of expertise would the world mostly demand on in the future. I mean, I know we should be choosing the field of study in which you&#39;re mostly interested in, but seems as I didn&#39;t really think that my interest in Biology is any less than being in computer science, then I chose to make a choice that gonna get me job in the future. Enthusiasm will catch on. Don&#39;t worry about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I believe in the future, which presumably just a few years ahead, the world would heavily cling on the application of computer in our daily life. I mean, just look at the way it is today. In light of the era of Information Age today, the application of computer is so vast and fast growing. In every institution or company in the world, every single data is keyed in into computer and managed electronically. Even today in school, the government are introducing and encouraging the application of technology (computers) that replace text books and physical notes, so that students won&#39;t have to carry heavy bags ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Realistically, it is possible that one day pen and paper would cease to exist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That is the main reason why I chose not to switch courses, and stick with the computer science program. That is the basis of my reversion. And you what, that imagination of the future has slowly beginning to come true. Some of the seniors that have graduated from this course that I met told me they don&#39;t have any problems getting a job. Some of them even have more than one job offers, which is, looking to the never ending unemployment problem today, actually quite surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And now, so far, after two years studying I.S.A., all I can say that I have chosen the right choice.&amp;nbsp; I have never regretted it. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If you&#39;re wanna know more about what I.S.A. of computer science is basically all about, click &lt;a href=&quot;http://isausim.blogspot.com/2012/03/introductory.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I have explained a lil bit about it in the I.S.A.&#39;s official blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know this entry is more to a personal thought rather than explaining what is I.S.A. is all about, but I was just wanna let you know that I have been in your shoes before. I just don&#39;t want you to make the same mistake that I have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;*If you&#39;re thinking of applying for another course, its utterly your call. But I suggest you think hardly. Weigh both pros and cons before deciding, for your decision will determine which path are you going for the next four years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So long. :)&lt;/span&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/feeds/5332635496882435265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/5332635496882435265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/5332635496882435265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/5332635496882435265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2013/07/why-isa.html' title='Why I.S.A.?'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8152190729325253391.post-6475003656232768758</id><published>2012-10-27T13:39:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-27T13:39:54.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty Is Hard To Find These Days, huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Is there is anything else faster than time? Yes, literally speaking, I see none. Because as I write and you read this post at this exact moment, the time is already passed by. But we are not to realise that because it really is very subtle; noticing things that abstract when most of our senses are just aware of physical things, are difficult. But it kept moving fastly. Faster than a choo choo train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Enough speaking so philosophical already!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;, you would say. No, I just wanted to let you wander in your thought about how fast the time is. I, for instance, have just realised I haven&#39;t posted any new entries in this blog for like, a month already, when I thought it would&#39;ve been just like, a week ago since I wrote the last post. But maybe all the workloads and busy-ness filled the empty spaces, and as a result I was like, got washed away by the turbulent waves of time and didn&#39;t actually realised it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was busy, yes. Not really as busy as crazy workaholics whose time are spent entirely tapping the keyboard and clicking the mouse all the time, just I feel so uncomfortable to write when my time table are tightly scheduled. So I ended up to be posting new posts only when I am off schedule, by which I mean, on a break, or holiday, or whichever that serves me a chance to be at my lovely home town, in Kuala Terengganu. Well, I am, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Anyway, you readers (in case there&#39;s any) are most probably yawning in boredom right now, reading this crap, and whining like, whatever are this guy babbling about about his freaking boring life blah blah.. but to me, my blog is nothing but a dear, loyal and the best listener of mine. Every time I wanted to let my thoughts out on something, or just want to ease my mind, or just to be listened, I&#39;ll be here writing about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Oh yes, speaking of loyalty, if someone ask me to define loyalty, I would profoundly state that &quot;it is something that is nowhere to be found..&quot; Figuratively, not literally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when talking about loyalty, or being loyal, people will quickly think it is all about relationships. Alright, lets go there. I am assuming whoever you are, you must have some experiences in dealing with relationship with the opposite sex, or lets just say it as &quot;love&quot;, for at least once. Right? If so, tell me, does loyalty exists in your relationship? Do you love birds, have ever come across that she or he might be cheating on you? Or just simply, like somebody else secretly? Or maybe, seeing somebody else behind your back? Do you? Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I ain&#39;t going to talk about my experiences, but the bottom line is, you either cheats, get cheated or think that you got cheated. Whichever you are it doesn&#39;t matter because in the end, any of them will become the reason that wreck your relationship. That is always how it ends, deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sometimes it lingers in my train of thought that, we don&#39;t have to bother seeking to find &quot;the other half of me&quot;, &amp;nbsp;not just because it is already fated, but also because if we do, most of the time it doesn&#39;t ends well. But then I realised we have to make some effort to gain it, because,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“Truly, God does not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves.” (Quran 13:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As marriage is inevitable (I think..), so does the relationship that gonna lead to it, the question that rises is just how you are going to steer the wheel of the relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;At the age of 20, I think there&#39;s nothing wrong for me to start talking about this stuff, I suppose. It will get to us all one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;- Single, coz loyalty is still, nowhere to be found..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know what but I had this strange whisper in my head lately. The message was subtle, but apparently it &amp;nbsp;was a request. A request from inside myself, to myself, beseeching for a better me next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;You know what, I think its time for a change, for both of you and me..&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was right. This upcoming September I&#39;ll be turning 20, and being 20 means a little growing up. I mean, just think about it, what have I done for the past few years? Nothing. All the time, nothing but fooling around, enjoying my adolescence. And I think I had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Out of sudden, a few weeks before the new semester session blazed its trail, I got a call that I was chosen to be in a leadership programme in Maran, Pahang with the other 60 participants. And I thought, ah, right in time. Maybe this can be a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programme lasted for six long days, but it was worthwhile. I don&#39;t think it is exaggerating to say that it was one of the best leadership camp I ever participated. Not only we were exposed to the true nature of leadership, but also the true nature of ourselves. The benefits goes both ways; as a leader, and as a Muslim personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When the new semester starts later on, I was allocated to be the leader for the second year student of ISA programme. To me, honestly, I don&#39;t think being in this position will be something that I can be proud of. Thinking about that much burden that I am going to carry on my back later on, that position is utterly nothing.&amp;nbsp;Plus I never really had any experiences handling something bigger than a small tutorial class before, so I must be extra cautious about everything. But after all, I took the responsibility. I took it, and regarded it as a medium to develop myself, to be someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I challenged myself to becoming a MC (Master of Ceremony) of the Dean&#39;s Award Ceremony of my faculty, something I had never did before. And I did it. Up till this moment, I don&#39;t believe I did it. It was never something I intended to be, but I think, to be better, maybe I need to challenge myself to things I feared the most before, just like that. ( I had this phobia with talking in front of crowds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not mentioning all of these because I am proud of myself, just I want you people to know that, the only thing that keeps stopping us from doing something that we should is, the guts. Something may seems impossible for you to do, but I believe all it needs is for you to take the first move. Just take the first move, and surely the others will be following. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As the clock ticks and time flies, today, July 25 2012, is already day five in this holy Ramadhan. Wow, then. We are living in a quite fast paced life ain&#39;t we? It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; just as yesterday when I was counting down to Ramadhan, then blink! all of sudden I&#39;m already into the depth of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well yeah, sometimes I, too, pondered on how fast the life is when we&#39;re so busy on something else. It is subtle but you&#39;ll quickly realise it as you looked back into time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and reminisce it, and couldn&#39;t help but found yourself already been dragged by time for quite a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So I was just waiting for the adzan for Subuh to come, when I saw this old high school Yearbook of mine, all dusty on the shelf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well, just to kill time, I thought maybe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;it would be great to take the &quot;memorial tour&quot;. While slipping into a few pages and recall some of my old friends faces here and there, I didn&#39;t actually realise that I was actually smiling all the time like a freak. Why the heck not? Every faces I saw in that yearbook reminded me of a lot of funny things happened during my time at the school. Funny old friends, always had a thing for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Then I read a few lines below their pictures, you know, their biodatas and stuffs. Going to their ambitions, I couldn&#39;t help but realise that there are so many of my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;friends dreamt to be a doctor. And came to think of it, it makes sense, coz it was one of the most popular professions of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But to think of what they are currently pursuing now, unfortunately most of the &quot;doctors&quot; in the Yearbook are not actually on the track to be one. A few of them are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; like this Noor Aimi who is currently in a medical school in USIM, Hisham Mat who will be going studying in a medical school too in Ireland etc. The funny thing is, most of them ended up in somewhere not even related to medical field to be a doctor, like engineering school, piloting school, etc. Well, that deviates a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But hey, it doesn&#39;t actually matters at all. Me myself, I don&#39;t get to be what I want too. When I was a kid I told everyone that I was going to be an engineer. An&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;aircraft engineer, to be specific. But then, look what I&#39;ve come to. I ended up in this computer science field, which of course, wouldn&#39;t by any chance will ever gonna take me to be aircraft engineer. So yes, I deviated too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One of my artworks in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Disappointed coz you couldn&#39;t be what you dreamt to be? No need to man! Just get over it, and be the best in whatever you&#39;re in. Thats my philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;You don&#39;t choose the best career, the best career chooses you&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now, I wanna be a software engineer. Insya-Allah:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hello everybody. Today I&#39;ve got some tips for those who are still thinking on how to lose their weight. Products? Lipo-suction treatments? Hunger games? Bloody hell no man! These tips simply based on the concept of, &quot;Drop what you don&#39;t need&quot;. Well here it is :&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1. Remove one of your kidney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thats right people! You do know that you can live with just one kidney don&#39;t ya? So why the heck do you need to keep both of them, when it is just gonna cost you a few hundred grams?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2. Poop regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You might say this is kinda gross, but the more you poop, the less weight you will get! Based from a study it is reported that an average daily poop of a human weigh for about 2.5 pounds, and it is funny how you can get rid of 2.5 pounds of your whole body weight everyday just by pooping regularly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;3. Keep a short haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You&#39;ve read it right dude. From what I&#39;ve read hair can weigh up to 3.0 ounce an inch, and nobody has an inch of hair pal! So if you&#39;re growing long hairs, you&#39;re gaining more weight!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;4. Bite your fingernails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I lied about the biting, you can just cut it off. Do I have to mention about the weigh of the fingernails too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thats it dude! If you practice all of these, summing up, you have already lost a few pounds of weight in no time! Daa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So altogether it has been 2 years since I took my very first step out of the school life, into a phase of life of an adult, which is still a little bit new to me, in this university. And awkwardly, I somehow feel that it is so surreal to be growing up and old, that fast. Sometimes, when I take a look at my identification card and realise that the year 1992 has gone for 2 decades, I was like, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Is this for real?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, when reminiscing all those memories I had when I was younger, I felt like crying. Going through the family photo albums page by page made me pondered, sunk deeply in thought. I just merely can&#39;t believe that cute boy in the blurry, old family photos has grown up into an adult, and he just happened to be, well, me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;(Can&#39;t believe in 20 years time, all the cuteness would just, gone =.=&quot;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The truth is, I miss the old me. I miss how naive, innocent I was, as opposed to what I am now. It is just hard to believe that in 20 years time, I would change by quite a lot. And of course I&#39;m not talking about the physical change, but what lies inside. It is like an old, outdated Microsoft Windows 98 computer just got formatted and upgraded into Windows 7. All the old data and everything else that comes from the past is erased and replaced by the new ones. Unfortunately in my case, there are no backup files. &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Anyway, that is life. Time flies and life happens. Every second passed will be worthless unless you treasure every single moment of your life. And in the end, all that left is, memories. Right? WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Over the years I&#39;ve been into, I would rather say that, memories is not the only thing remains as a result of the time. In fact, memories doesn&#39;t actually matter. FRIEND DOES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In this university I found all sorts of friends; from the one that can be trusted to the wicked ones that would be happy just to see me fall. Through the years friendship blossomed and friendship collapsed. Betrayal, denial and all sort of trouble in relationship is, though imminent, yet still left a deep scar that takes ages to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is in here too, that I met a friendship that is seeming to end as a wonderful memory of being together in me. Hopefully in a few decades time, whenever I take a look back in times, those memories that we had in this friendship will always carve a smile on our lips :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You student? Then you, not unlike the other students regardless on what level they&#39;re in, knows there&#39;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 &quot;not-so-friendly&quot; (especially when you didn&#39;t finished the homework given) ,or merely because you&#39;re never interested in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In every semester, there must be at least, for one subject. As for me, well, I don&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t have an exact reason why I don&#39;t like mathematics after all, it is just, well, I&#39;m not really into it! I don&#39;t like dealing with numbers (unless when it comes to money) or anything that leads to the word &#39;calculating&#39;. Statistics, Calculus, Logarithms, Derivatives, Functions etc, you name it, nothing will trigger my enthusiasm to study those. I just don&#39;t like it, and I&#39;m damn sure my brain dislikes it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot; 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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;..and to satisfy a request :)&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/7537423788906754605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/7537423788906754605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/7537423788906754605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2012/04/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Experience"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>Friendship Over Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What you think you would do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This girl, well, I didn&#39;t know much about her. We never knew each other before from anywhere before that programme, and even during the programme, I didn&#39;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, &quot;Oh, I see&quot;, but I didn&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was like, &quot;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&#39;t even know a thing about this??&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;And why on earth that he didn&#39;t face me personally and let me explain things up, despite of making his own assumptions, accusations and blind anticipations? I&#39;m right here sharing the same hostel with him. It is awful it happened that way coz that thing doesn&#39;t even true!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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&#39;t know anything about it? Painfully awful..&amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In such cases, &quot;BMW&quot; &amp;nbsp;always means &quot;Best Man Wins&quot;. But it is not you nor your friend who&#39;s going to decide who&#39;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&#39;s the best :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&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/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/3610269810704832657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/3610269810704832657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/3610269810704832657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2012/04/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-U1uRpEiNtrslUT_RqoK0V8gIsgtIFZfurUPfKttYjyCXg7Vw1_Lw6SdoHTP3pBwFdTk3CLY3n471F3YtK-x3Ry1-kHUn-37yCp7t7KT73wo-D3yx47S_0EfDChIZ6lQ8Tu45PHhhkHT/s72-c/emo_love_xlarge.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine"/><title type='text'>Semester Break Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But do we..? Well, for the umpteenth time, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;HECK NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well, sometimes I thought maybe I shouldn&#39;t be bringing any of the books at all when I know that I wouldn&#39;t revise any of them later on, but I still brought back some of them anyway, just to relieve myself up. &lt;i&gt;&quot;Just in case I wanna study&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can always get away with all of the stuffs that I have at home, so I don&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you&#39;re really an uptight, well-disciplined person, that you&#39;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&#39;s like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;During my childhood times I got bullied a lot. They called the tradition as, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;soften up the new guys&lt;/span&gt;&quot;, 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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And that eventually made me a &quot;daddy&#39;s son&quot;; 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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And my father wasn&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And to mention what the bully had done to me, the &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;brotherhood general&lt;/span&gt;&quot; 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&#39;s nothing I could do. No one ever backed me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Yeah maybe you&#39;ll just simply say that it was nothing, but if you were in my place, or in anyone&#39;s place that got bullied, you&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sincerely I never had a confidence in myself in school, I didn&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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&#39;t encounter this sort of trouble when we communicate verbally to people in Malaysia using English language, because we don&#39;t have that various kinds of English accents. The way we speak, is as what we&#39;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&#39;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&#39;re more to American accented, because we&#39;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&#39;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&#39;re both can still be said to be easily comprehensible. They are still pronouncing words using the correct standard pronunciations of English. An Aussie&#39;s accent? Now that one is hard to understand. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I read John Gray&#39;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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Gray&#39;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&#39;ve always wondered why the opposite sex is so much complicated than mine. I don&#39;t think I can ever comprehend their minds; the girls&#39; minds.&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&#39;t have to be at my place to know how that wasn&#39;t funny at all, coz as kids that didn&#39;t even stepped to school yet, apparently I didn&#39;t have anyone else to befriend with or just to play with, just my sisters. And of course as girls they didn&#39;t do soccer, catch spiders, gunfights and car chases game, or the other boys&#39; stuffs. They weren&#39;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&#39;t believe I did those, but I can do nothing to smother those coz I can&#39;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&#39;t alone, I felt saved already!&amp;nbsp;&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 &quot;boyish gene&quot; and be like a girl ever again. Doll&#39;s no more my friend. No more. =.=&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Lucky you&#39;re not that &quot;aww&quot; buddy, or else you won&#39;t happen to be my friend!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Indeed, I am lucky. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/4198296666033365197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/4198296666033365197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/4198296666033365197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2012/01/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMqJfBXHIdwJ_wXxnkaYTN7Qf1fmzRDvlSxwe214kmlh78SkgPgixTq8-EIiiueo4i7zkKvrzfd9VQLNq2bD31plwNSiR4HkJBjKYY0aqLmQmbJZgVQ_DpYylwSqHr6va66Yd7s2qG54y/s72-c/fam2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Critics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whine"/><title type='text'>Exam Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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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&quot;Getting stuck in the loony system, does it makes the student academically excellent?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, they&#39;re not excellent, they&#39;re just good in memorizing things. Later on, after the particular papers, everything will be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The systems sucks isn&#39;t it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As a cranky son, I don&#39;t always think a father&#39;s life would be much easier than it looks. I find my father for instance, unpredictable. Though as a father&#39;s son I usually think I&#39;ve known my father well, but I still can&#39;t explain why sometimes it would be very hard to anticipate what he had in mind. &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&#39;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&#39;t apply to a father. You see, I&#39;m a cranky son, I misbehaved a lot. I don&#39;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&#39;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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Now you see how that karma doesn&#39;t work to a father, to my father. Whatever I gave him, no matter how cranky, how bad, how naughty I was, he&#39;ll will just give me one and only; a fathers love. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dear father, this Dean List is for you..&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love ya, father. Whatever you do, you&#39;re always my hero. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/275423470257756787' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/275423470257756787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/275423470257756787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/11/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGREF52CNA9aZETvgVZE7MG9vagbCU2-cZfJlXX-S8UKnowk-L8lj2yqkT8HsuvYdyqW2qYJywkS3GO3obQzc1gQTVNsDnJbupT7IOsc8ygdeOiBM8yZW6ODv9mKs_tjFIGDpYZEnw15h/s72-c/father_son.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><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><title type='text'>I Am Not A Good Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&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&#39;t stare at me please, I don&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t look at me..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t manifest myself, with my appearance. I don&#39;t own a good look, and I don&#39;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&#39;t always mean a thing to me. To say that I&#39;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&#39;t look at me. Get me away from your sight, coz I don&#39;t deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;:(&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/6068559221844476711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6068559221844476711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6068559221844476711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/10/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0z0mcCA-xrAY0cMF0-n-ow4fUAz7uBYHxlEnBi5hifcQIeJ-F6lnv_v1ETaltILXsM2EexFtcv47e8y9Iqz3V-enI_Z0WSDUhde1ONA5tAsMOdxFVxoP5l7S7vd-z9a-pCNCuETE-m-a7/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><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><title type='text'>Undergraduate Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Today&#39;s the second day of my life as an undergraduate student in USIM. Feelings? Uneven. Yes of course I&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I never expect that every classes would take place in different faculties. EVERYTIME. You have to know how each faculties aren&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;(I really need a ride. Modenas Kriss, you&#39;re freaking PRECIOUS at these moments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So along these 2 long days, I dragged myself there and there. If luck wasn&#39;t on my side, like today, I&#39;ve to walk again to my hostel in a scorching sunny heat. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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&#39;t funny at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He&#39;s lucky he is the dean. And I am the one who seeks for help. Or else..&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/8152190729325253391/6912331992954943376' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6912331992954943376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8152190729325253391/posts/default/6912331992954943376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2011/09/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ghrfqF5iQJt8BNtCkTAqliVkki0X_0pQZw9WLlLZRk7Z03yXxmUZB4dVyU-weZLmRGjXQOc5KThkTU-JMAoLInkrpK2i8Lu7j_ShebMiIR36XGP_h8ovLbgpwuGS48/s220/17374_101149549914595_100000586512793_26331_7540880_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQUIFHspTaXH2tCsaSRJFSLjMuv58Gx42e_PDg7YdzAmcMTTifmXahTeTj2Q4eYxhzE_9vZo9ymcHqsxoHkPHK_k6cpnzBZ2MlAYRObmFCm65OXcVu-OEJH3LUTpsiR7Jc65zpX0G0CxaK/s72-c/img_3327.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><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><title type='text'>Mr. JAKIM Officer, I Beg To Differ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Yesterday an officer from JAKIM was invited to give a talk to USIM first year students as a slot during our Ta&#39;aruf week at Nilai Stadium. It was supposed to be a talk on &quot;Islam as The State religion Of Malaysia&quot; 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 &quot;secularism&quot; as a doctrine that rejects religion, and by that he assured us how Malaysia isn&#39;t practicing secularism by any means, or else Malaysia won&#39;t happen to be an Islamic country in which Islam is approved to be the state religion, and there&#39;ll be no Islamic institutions in this country, as Sharia Court and even JAKIM, won&#39;t appear to establish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right, but the definition wasn&#39;t so precise. I&#39;m sorry, but I don&#39;t really think that is what &quot;secularism&quot; 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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Secularism is a view that religion and religious considerations should be ignored or excluded from social and political matters.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to vote whether Malaysia is a secular country or not, I wouldn&#39;t hesitate to answer a resounding yes. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wasn&#39;t going to write much about this because I&#39;ve already written a post on this months ago &lt;a href=&quot;http://outschoolspotted.blogspot.com/2010/02/sekularisme-membarah-dalam-masyarakat.html&quot;&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, I&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One of my friend raised his hand and asked a question of the matter of Hudud and why wasn&#39;t it be carried out if it is true that Malaysia don&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;There is always great fusses about this, why isn&#39;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.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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&#39; 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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I hope he would visit my blog soon and leave an explanation in the comment so I won&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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 &quot;busy&quot; stalking into each walls, someone greeted my on the chatbox. A girl I never knew, saying &quot;hi&quot;. Then we chatted a lil&#39;; talking about each other and all those boring questions : &quot;how are you&quot;, &quot;where do you live&quot;, &quot;have you eaten&quot;, &quot;what did you do today&quot; etc. Then after a while she suddenly asked me if I&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I knew I wasn&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just one question to girls : &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;IS IT REALLY THAT EASY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&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 &quot;marriage&quot;, &quot;getting married&quot; and &quot;fated to be together&quot;. She said that she wished I&#39;ll marry her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is..? That easy..? That short? That simple? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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