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optimistic: disposed to take a favorable view of events or conditions and to expect the most favorable outcome.

pessimistic: The doctrine or belief that this is the worst of all possible worlds and that all things ultimately tend toward evil.

Pick a stand. Remember that someone Big will always be guiding you. So, be wise.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://walkwithm3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://walkwithm3.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>J.†.™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290321650218520465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WalkWithM3" /><feedburner:info uri="walkwithm3" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBRXk-eyp7ImA9WxNWFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289411625399050896.post-2141648227643409954</id><published>2009-10-13T11:33:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:29:14.753+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T00:29:14.753+11:00</app:edited><title>Taking a bullet</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I knew I should have written down my ideas when I had them. Oh well, I hope my ideas would start coming back for this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I promised in the previous post that I would write about religion and spirituality in this post but I decided to delay that to another time and instead talk about 'taking a bullet'. Now, I'm pretty sure most  of you reading this has somewhat 'took a bullet' for someone else, no? That's all fine, except for when the person you took the bullet for acts like nothing happened. I'd say, that's just a whole bunch of bollocks, ain't it? You taking the bullet for a friend and what do you get in return? That's right, people misunderstanding you. Utter bollocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nonetheless, I try to look at things in a positive manner and think that it might just work out for the better. However, this whole situation has played out one too many times. Well, four times to be exact, all of it ending with the same thing. Me 'taking a bullet', the person acting like nothing happened. Oh wait, maybe I should explain what I mean by 'taking a bullet', just to make things easier. Literally speaking, it means you would die for someone else by jumping in front of the path of the bullet.   Figuratively speaking, it means that you would take the blame for someone else's actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am certain that we can all agree on one thing: If the person is not worth taking a bullet for, why do it? Thing is, what can you do if it keeps happening to you? For example, every time you get blame for someone else's actions, that 'someone else' happens to be the exact same person? It's like a jinx, I tell you. No, this is not a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;However, with that said, I don't mind taking a bullet. Wait, make that bullets. :) Not at all. Here's to you my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On a comical note, Spider-Man takes bullets for people! How does he do it? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways, I shall it leave here for you to ponder on the last time you took a bullet for someone else. Was it worth it? If not, why? and would you ever do it again? As for me, even though I won't, I'll probably have no choice. Here's to a better day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Currently plugged in to: That's the Deal by The Deardof Peterson Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-2141648227643409954?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After 2 years, I have finally decided to blog again. To me, this is a big and bold step lunging into the 'darkness' again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To refresh your memory, I usually write on stuff that is on my mind. No, I'm not talking about updating your status like on Facebook. This, my friends, is a whole new level. A never before seen, state of the art... (ok, back to the point) Since I have not been blogging for a good two years or so, I thought it would be good to write on something that my blog portrays, which is... Optimism. Now I don't know if the root word for that is "Optimistic" or not, but I safely assume that it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, to get the ball rolling, what does optimism mean? I've done a good old 2 seconds Googling and this is what I've found: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Optimism is an inclination to put the most favorable construction upon actions and events or to anticipate the best possible outcome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bravo! Don't you just love the sound of that? I sure do love it. To make things more interesting, it is stated that "Optimists generally believe that people and events are inherently good, so that most situations work out in the end for the best".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, I just want all of you to think about this: "How many times have you been in a situation where you might be thinking 'What have I done wrong?' or 'Could this situation get any worse?' or you know, something along those lines." It is safe to say that optimists DO NOT think that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We (by this, I assume that you are also an optimist for reading this post) generally think that all those situations are inherently good. Therefore, instead of thinking like the above mentioned, I personally like to think 'It is not that I have done anything wrong but it's possible that it wasn't meant to be this way' or instead of thinking 'could this situation...', I prefer to look for things that I can learn from the 'bad' situation. Noticed how I typed 'bad' in inverted commas, because for me, there is no such thing as a 'bad' situation. It's just good or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; good. Period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like to think that optimism relates closely with religion as well. Side note: I am thinking of writing on religion and spirituality in my next post. This is because religion usually 'trains' someone up to have an optimistic way of thinking. This is an undisputed fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What's the hardest part of being an optimist? It's not the thinking that is the problem but the act itself is not easy. As we often hear the phrase 'it is easier said than done'. That, I believe is just another good old cliché. If you are determined to do something, you are definitely going to get it done. Example: when you are hungry at night and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to eat, do you not eat? Yes, you may not want to eat maybe because you are lazy or on a diet. Point here is that: you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;determined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;enough to take whatever action is needed. I know, it might not sound as simple as this in reality but truth be told, it is. Let's have another one of those cliché - truth hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, with this, I leave it to all of you to think for yourselves, to be [an optimist] or not to be? I know my answer, do you know yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Currently plugged in to: Stay by Estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-2136614222123169530?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After a long absence of blogging, it feels good to be able to blog again! I know, I've been very very lazy to blog but I knew I had to expose Moscow to the world. For some reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The trip to Moscow had been very relaxing. Not too long, neither was it too short. Thai Airways certainly made the flight from Bangkok to Moscow a 9 hour stress free flight. Touching down at Moscow's Domodedovo Airport, I walked straight up to the immigration counter and believe me, the amount of English that they know is ... So, this officer asked me where did I fly from and I answered, "Bangkok". Then she asked me again and I answered the same thing. I didn't know what hit her when suddenly she said, "Lithuania?!" I said, "No no, B-A-N-G-K-O-K".  OK, that was fun. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coming out from the airport , I wasn't too disappointed since I've been told not to expect much. It's hard to describe but it does seem a little "dodgy" if that's the word to describe the first look at Moscow, well not literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So here we are. Moscow. I am feeling quite excited actually because the drivers here are AMAZING. There's just so much to see here in Moscow. Days 1 &amp;amp; 2 have been enjoyable for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On my first day, I followed my brother to a Psychology lesson. It was rather interesting as I had heard of some stuff from when I was studying Sociology at uni. There were some similarities between Russian and German too, i.e. Bibliotheka - Bibliothek which both means library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not too friendly people, these Muscovites are. All in all, it's all good. Cigarettes are cheap as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Around RM5 could get you a box of 20 Marlboros. Now, that's what I'm talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall now leave you all with some photos. Await my next update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iO9NOHnrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/D-3_ueaaRJs/s1600-h/CIMG1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iO9NOHnrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/D-3_ueaaRJs/s320/CIMG1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519756442836658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Square's Entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iO_9OHnsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OnkLX0gvFjQ/s1600-h/CIMG1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iO_9OHnsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OnkLX0gvFjQ/s320/CIMG1210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519803687476930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;St. Basil's Cathedral    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iPAtOHntI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hG2ZsPEZyok/s1600-h/CIMG1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iPAtOHntI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hG2ZsPEZyok/s320/CIMG1218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519816572378834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MMA's Dean Building    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iPBNOHnuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cNUY8l5zUuk/s1600-h/CIMG1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iPBNOHnuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cNUY8l5zUuk/s320/CIMG1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519825162313442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iPCNOHnvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KeI006MFJjo/s1600-h/CIMG1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/R2iPCNOHnvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KeI006MFJjo/s320/CIMG1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519842342182642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ferret - General Maximus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;From Moscow,&lt;br /&gt;Dasvidanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-5125107678274328940?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unity</title><content type="html">It is somehow interesting how this topic came to my mind. Well, as we all know, Merdeka is just around the corner and although some of you are not feeling excited about it, I sure am! Malaysia is going to be 50 years old! (of course, that's not a long time if you compare to the likes of America or England but hey, it is a milestone!) Call me patriotic or not, doesn't matter. I'm just keeping a neutral point of view on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLrhz39Q5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YgKWGsbU3VE/s1600-h/malaysia_flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLrhz39Q5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YgKWGsbU3VE/s200/malaysia_flag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098896694229943186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLuAj39Q-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MD7Rx7uyCUw/s1600-h/Merdeka_Perodua1_web-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLuAj39Q-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MD7Rx7uyCUw/s200/Merdeka_Perodua1_web-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098899421534176226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the country to come to a foreign place to further my studies, I have thought about the difference between where I am now to where I was born and bred. Of course, there will be mixed comments and thoughts on this one. For example, some of you might say, "Don't come back again!" or maybe some of you might say, "You should serve the country". No matter what happens, I feel that at some point, it's good for me to return something back to the country which has shaped me for who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what's important is that we have an identity to fall back on, like it or not. We are what we call, "Malaysians". Besides, the 5 things that would create our identity is our national flag, our national coat-of-arms, our national song, our national language, and of course, our national pledge (rukun negara). Yes, the one that we use to dread every Monday during our assembly. Nonetheless, it still represents who we are. At least, if people asks me where I'm from, I'm proud to say, "I'm from Malaysia, mate". OK, maybe the last bit needs to be scraped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many Malaysians saying things like, "I'm Malaysian Malay", "I'm Malaysian Chinese", "I'm Malaysian Indian", etc. for their introduction. I don't see the unity here. Aren't we all considered "Malaysians"? Is there a further separation amongst ourselves here? Where's the unity as a nation? Of course, some of you might say that the word "Malaysian" sounds to "Malay-ish". Isn't that discriminating? More like stereotyping. Not all Malays are bad, lazy, etc. I could find Chinese and Indians alike too. Alright, this issue might get too sensitive so I'm gonna leave it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLrhj39Q4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/qWbYwb4B4e0/s1600-h/101_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLrhj39Q4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/qWbYwb4B4e0/s200/101_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098896689934975874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say here is that as we are living in the same country which has brought us so many fond memories e.g. late night mamaks, clubbing hot spots, DJ Tiësto, foosball, Asia Cafe, etc. therefore, we should not have 'specific' labels for one another. Oh, not to mention the nice beaches that I've enjoyed with my friends, and what about all the hot people (guys and girls)? Ramli burgers, durians... I'm telling you, the list is endless. I mean, we all enjoy these things together, and when something goes wrong, e.g. recession, we all suffer together. It's only how well we deal with the problems that arise. The main action is to act with the mind and not through our emotions. Clearly, that has been the problem. Imagine, if we all work with our mind, wouldn't it be a positive step up for all of us? Yes, it's impossible to achieve such a huge task but we ALL have to start trying. Vision 2020 is now but a whisker's away but if things are like the way it is now, it will be like the width of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLrhT39Q3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ewikImSyyEM/s1600-h/IMG_2235..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLrhT39Q3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ewikImSyyEM/s200/IMG_2235..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098896685640008562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLwpT39Q_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/i95lSng_ZSo/s1600-h/yt_p12amber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLwpT39Q_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/i95lSng_ZSo/s200/yt_p12amber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098902320637101042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Don't ask me why I chose Amber Chia but hey, she's considered an Asian hottie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLriD39Q6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0cUroG2fYm8/s1600-h/langkawi_island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLriD39Q6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0cUroG2fYm8/s200/langkawi_island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098896698524910498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLriD39Q7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/GWgOc05cCmA/s1600-h/photo_lg_malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLriD39Q7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/GWgOc05cCmA/s200/photo_lg_malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098896698524910514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends come from all walks of life, different backgrounds, different cultures but it's good to see that we can all go out and have a good talk over a nice glass of 'sirap limau ais'. This is a mind-set which I would praise, without doubt. If anyone out there still stereotypes others, use your mind. The specialty we have as humans is the mind. If we act through emotions, what difference are we to animals? Don't put the blame on the government, but start shaping the way you think. It's not always that the government work for the best of others. They are trying to work for the better of everyone in the country but there will definitely be pot holes and thorns near and far in between. Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLtRz39Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fsjT-NZYLZI/s1600-h/1957.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLtRz39Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fsjT-NZYLZI/s200/1957.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098898618375291858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Currently plugged in to: Lost Prophets - Can't Catch Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-3565286524728916341?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fz0M3GsRcsaZOKKJlyx1w4LLtws/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fz0M3GsRcsaZOKKJlyx1w4LLtws/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WalkWithM3/~4/fjC48QKwmiE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://walkwithm3.blogspot.com/feeds/3565286524728916341/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289411625399050896&amp;postID=3565286524728916341&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289411625399050896/posts/default/3565286524728916341?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289411625399050896/posts/default/3565286524728916341?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WalkWithM3/~3/fjC48QKwmiE/of-mind-emotions-and-unity.html" title="...of the Mind, Emotions and ... Unity" /><author><name>J.†.™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290321650218520465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RsLrhz39Q5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YgKWGsbU3VE/s72-c/malaysia_flag.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://walkwithm3.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-mind-emotions-and-unity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQESHk9eyp7ImA9WxNXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289411625399050896.post-1591228803602581619</id><published>2007-08-07T22:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:18:29.763+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T21:18:29.763+11:00</app:edited><title>E-M-O</title><content type="html">Well well, after that last take on youth culture, which I hope you guys enjoyed it, I decided to go on the topic of "emo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's no longer a new term for us all but maybe to certain people, I don't know. But anyway, how often do you see your friends being emo and all? What's this whole bullsh*t about being emo? I mean, I'm not against those of you who are emo, it's fine by me. To me, it's just another way to express who you are, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, WHY is this happening? I'm so interested in this topic i decided to blog one whole post about being emo. Why is it that emo people have an apathetic mood? What makes them an emo? How would you classify an emo person? MSN nicknames saying things like, "I'm crying my heart out", "My heart bleeds for you", etc. (OK, maybe those are over exaggerating but you get my point here.) Yea, for sure those are just ways of expressing your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0aD39QyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BNMZpOe2yNE/s1600-h/40-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0aD39QyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BNMZpOe2yNE/s200/40-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095950969435144994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0aD39QzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sIZUEhx9GKk/s1600-h/16829528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0aD39QzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sIZUEhx9GKk/s200/16829528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095950969435145010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0aj39Q1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tUEQhTrnQmg/s1600-h/emo_lovelargeprf1159030742largemsg115905728832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0aj39Q1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tUEQhTrnQmg/s200/emo_lovelargeprf1159030742largemsg115905728832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095950978025079634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the reason? Could it be that someone left a hole in your heart? Maybe you're being lonely? BUT wait, if you hang out with a bunch of emos, that's not being alone. Hmm... Or maybe it's because of stress? I don't know. I'm still searching for an answer on how people become emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, is there a specific explanation for emo? What about if you're just keeping quiet and don't feel like talking? Some say, that's emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the media where emo bands such as 30 Seconds to Mars, Rise Against, My Chemical Romance, Alkaline Trio and the likes are being publicized in the media more often than good discovery programs. No doubt they play good music. Even my mum who's always laughing thinks that their music is cool. Oh well, but it also might be where a person fails to express his/her feelings for someone he/she likes or maybe they have a low self esteem, etc. It's rather easy to say that these are just one of the many things in life that we all have to go through. I don't remember my grandfather telling me about how he and his friends back then were emo about not getting what they wanted. Maybe it's the whole religious and cultural background thing where some people have strong beliefs. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0az39Q2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qVQS4SSTgfA/s1600-h/62612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0az39Q2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qVQS4SSTgfA/s200/62612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095950982320046946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0aT39Q0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/rL9aalXht3c/s1600-h/msg-115895415915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/Rrh0aT39Q0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/rL9aalXht3c/s200/msg-115895415915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095950973730112322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's changed I suppose. Maybe it's the fault of globalization. Never know. Before I leave you guys to ponder on the word "emo" for a bit, check this video out. (Dear diary, mood: apathetic.) LOL. Maybe I should be emo. Their fashion and music seem cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LXtYsdfMIU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LXtYsdfMIU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Currently plugged in to: Feeder - The Way I'm Feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-1591228803602581619?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That's right. Today, walk with me into the deep end of our own life, our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just doing my weekly tutorial reading and this week's topic happened to be on youth culture and lifestyles. After giving it a thought, might as well go on with it, no? Anyway, this is what I'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNbj39QsI/AAAAAAAAADU/Dk1LQP_piJY/s1600-h/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNbj39QsI/AAAAAAAAADU/Dk1LQP_piJY/s200/transformers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095556270530577090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNbz39QtI/AAAAAAAAADc/QxPws3QdLIA/s1600-h/panic-shoosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNbz39QtI/AAAAAAAAADc/QxPws3QdLIA/s200/panic-shoosh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095556274825544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNcD39QuI/AAAAAAAAADk/DeRgcmm59uw/s1600-h/my-chemical-romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNcD39QuI/AAAAAAAAADk/DeRgcmm59uw/s200/my-chemical-romance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095556279120511714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcO6D39QxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wPUquoYGBmU/s1600-h/jessica_alba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcO6D39QxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wPUquoYGBmU/s200/jessica_alba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095557894028215058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNcT39QvI/AAAAAAAAADs/acYwQo_6GK4/s1600-h/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNcT39QvI/AAAAAAAAADs/acYwQo_6GK4/s200/justin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095556283415479026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNcT39QwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZglUvRMOIyc/s1600-h/LIVE-FREE-OR-DIE-HARD_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RrcNcT39QwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZglUvRMOIyc/s200/LIVE-FREE-OR-DIE-HARD_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095556283415479042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,that's what I'm talking about. That is what's going on between us all. I mean, while you say that puberty is a development stage, youth will therefore be a socially and culturally constructed category of great interest. Now then, what exactly is youth culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It basically involves a number of practices: identity, socializing, creativity, resistance to dominant structures (how true is that?) and of course, hybridity. If you don't get what I'm trying to say here, think about skinheads, punks, goth or in Australia, the Lebanese youth gangs in Sydney or maybe the Vietnamese youths in Melbourne. Think about the movies WE watch, the music WE listen to, even the style we want to follow. But, it's always the same words that are heard, like, "Why did you get a tattoo?!" or maybe, "That's a really short skirt". You get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the point in all of these exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying that today's youth cultures are sometimes taken too seriously. Think about it, not many of us, in fact, I don't think ANY of us would want to follow the same boring traditional transition to adulthood; completing education, getting a job, leaving home, starting a family and become a parent. Hell, we all want something interesting in between the transitions now, don't we? Of course, some subcultures have less trouble getting accepted by families and societies. Piercings and tatts? Now, that might just be a problem. Being a skater boy? Not a problem. Get my point here? Imagine walking around with tattoos and piercings. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can even classify their group by coming from different ethnic groups and cultural background. What may seem contradictory identity discourses to an older generations seem perfectly logical to youths (us), who pull upon a range of sources in their personal profile of preferences. OK, too much words. I know. In a nutshell: It is now acceptable to have a passion in politics but at the same time, having the same passion for Rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you can't just choose being involve in one cultural group and then just have fun without conflict or opposition. Guys: Get involve in DOTA groups or foosball. Girls: Get involve in Zara or MNG shopping. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, we are just a bunch of youngsters. We love constantly exploring the likely possibilities for action according to the cultural norms. We are after all, exposed to various youth cultures and of popular culture. Mainstream music, box office movies, etc. My Chemical Romance, Justin Timberlake, Die Hard 4.0, and Transformers. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong if we don't like politics. Actually, we LOVE politics, don't we? And we do love our parents. Put it this way; It's just a way of expression and creativity. Better than walking around shooting people in the head. Wait, that's also one of the different subcultures that exist amongst us. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time your parents ask you something, show them this post! (I'm kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Currently plugged in to: Sing It Back - Moloko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-1438396565082052211?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sorry about the long delay for a new post. Well, now that I'm back in Hobart, everything will be up and running again! :) Anyways, before I get started, I just wanted to say that my trip back in Malaysia was really short and it was great meeting up with you guys again! If I wasn't able to meet up with anyone of you, I'll make it up to you people at the end of the year, which means that this blog would not be working as efficiently as it would. BTW, below are some pictures that I took from a trip along the East Coast of Tasmania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RqR9_z39QkI/AAAAAAAAACU/SxD2SF-VVyA/s1600-h/CIMG0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RqR9_z39QkI/AAAAAAAAACU/SxD2SF-VVyA/s400/CIMG0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090332014045643330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Wombat Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RqR-AD39QlI/AAAAAAAAACc/9l61iC8izfg/s1600-h/CIMG0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RqR-AD39QlI/AAAAAAAAACc/9l61iC8izfg/s400/CIMG0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090332018340610642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The oh-so-famous Tasmanian Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RqR-AT39QmI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZTBbmXptCjg/s1600-h/CIMG0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RqR-AT39QmI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZTBbmXptCjg/s400/CIMG0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090332022635577954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice scenery there, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I've gotten this idea of writing about guys' ego and girls' pride from Vee. Thank you! We were talking and it then hit me that everything that happens seem to revolve around egos and prides. No doubt, guys have the biggest egos around on earth while girls would, if you allow me, have the biggest pride around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to anyone, but that is the ultimate truth. It's simple, when a guy's ego is blown, they come back attacking, daggers out and punches below the belt. Literally and not literally. Girls do not deserve the harsh words these guys sent their way at all. No, don't get me wrong. I mean, I do like girls but it's not like I'm protecting them and dissing us guys. However, that is to be the truth, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often do we hear stories about guys hitting girls in a relationship, and not the other way around. Funny. And they say girls are meaner than guys. I mean, the worst a girl could do to a guy is to break-up in front of their face. OK, in a way, that's bad as that inflicts emotional sickness but guys hitting girls? That's physical abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys who do such things are d--ks. They probably feel insecure and not having the 'power'. That's just dumb. It's all a psychological factor. In today's society, who said that males are the dominant species? To them, it's like a shallow, temporary high that they get every time they do it. Just like bullies in elementary school. Those bullies grow up, and eventually, some still remain the same. Too bad they can't just learn to mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they say it takes two to tango. Fair enough. Apart from talking on and on about guys' ego, let us now talk about a girl's pride. Of course, some, if not most girls have this thing we call pride in them. Well, according to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dictionary&lt;/span&gt;, pride simply means: a becoming or dignified sense of what is due to oneself or one's position or character. Therefore, can it be agreed then that when a girl is hurt, she'll do things unexpectedly or sometimes act like someone else? Is it merely to protect her own image? I now need girls to give me feedbacks on this. I might be wrong or I might have missed on lots of things yet to be mentioned. Mind you, pride is considered one of the seven sins. And as the saying goes, "pride comes before fall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, of course it is wrong for a guy to hit a girl. Pardon me, not only does a guy need to hit a girl to prove that his ego is as big as the size of Russia, but sometimes, the way a guy talks to defend himself, etc. you just know it! Girls on the other hand, when they get hurt or bruised, they would probably 'protect' themselves by acting strange/differently. Guys and girls are nice creatures to hang around with, if you know just how to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, don't get me wrong here. I'm not saying that I fully or 100% totally understand the behavior of both guys and girls, hell, I don't even understand myself fully at times. No kidding. All I want to say here is that arguments and misunderstandings are bound to happen between friends, in relationships, or whatever it is when you interact in a society like this. Sometimes, to solve a problem or to get over something, try and put aside our differences. Talk it out. I know it's hard but it's worth a try. Girls: If a guy still can't get on level terms with you after talking to him slowly, carefully, affectionately, etc. Leave him, he's a pain. You deserve better. Guys: If a girl doesn't get on level terms with you, she's probably having PMS, try another time. No, I'm not kidding. That just MIGHT be the reason on why she's not processing all the things you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is all for now. Good luck to you people out there and take care. After all that, it seems to me that my side is probably more on girls, but I guess it's how you perceive it. Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Currently plugged in to: 30 Second to Mars - A Modern Myth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-3347596678076755574?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Been busy with exams. I just came across two really cool music videos:-&lt;br /&gt;1) Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs&lt;br /&gt;2) Panic! At the Disco - Build God Then We'll Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at these vids I took from YouTube and make a vote at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;When my paper finishes on Thursday, I promise I'll get back with informative posts again. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWHf_vYZzQ8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Panic! 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So many people out there are in need. Be it poverty or loneliness, they need our help. It just struck me today as I was studying, it was then I realised that the world is after all not that perfect. I mean, for some it seems perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, in today's ever so developed world, gender inequalities still exist. It's sad to know that even though radical feminist are still fighting over their rights and blame men for the patriachal society that we live in now, women status in the world are still at an all time low in certain undeveloped areas of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the debates on women is that of whether both men and women are given equal rights in everyday life. Food? Income? Politics? Or are they just being seen for their biological factor? Yes, it is still a highly debatable topic, no doubt. However, I just want to create an awareness here that it doesn't matter who we are, we still play an important role in today's contemporary society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that women are now treated as equally as men and are seen more and more as an important entity in prospering the country's economic, etc. In short, women are getting their rights more recognised. As compared to the old Victorian times where women are just used for producing heirs for Kings and their families, things have changed a lot ever since. Could it also be of media influence that 'objectifies' women? So called 'lad mags' like FHM and Playboy are potraying wrong images of women to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take a look at this forwarded e-mail I received from a friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HUSBANDS FOR SALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch — you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 – These men have jobs and love the Lord. The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead good looking, and help with the housework. "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay. But she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads: Floor 6 – You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day! Please send this to all men for a good laugh and to all the women who can&gt;handle the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading that 'joke' I think that many of you out there are merely stereotyping women. Is it that true that women are hard to please? Yes, I mean, sometimes women can get annoying but so can men. What is all these debates going on about which class is more superior? Men or women? I don't see any logic in these debates. Can someone tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Currently plugged in to: Saliva - Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-1706843547827803321?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Would you prefer to have people around you or just yourself with your silly old shadow like the graphic below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RmVkRAF-8OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JXegR0XnNKU/s1600-h/375973003_cb856bda9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072570798548381922" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RmVkRAF-8OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JXegR0XnNKU/s320/375973003_cb856bda9b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say that it doesn't really matter being alone or not. Sometimes, we as humans need our lil' own 'private space'. It's interesting to also note that it has become a popular culture that we sometimes have the urge to 'get involved'. If not, we'll feel lonely, disappointed, depressed, etc. Fellow readers, this blog is more of a descriptive post. Not too much of an opinion based like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by popular culture? Well, it's simple. Take your own definition of 'popular' with again, your own definition of 'culture' and there you have it. Told you it was simple. Nonetheless, my definition of popular culture would be, "the norm of a social group which somehow pressures others to follow suit". If this would be the case, then it is no wonder we live in a world fill with either happiness or misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 'fear' for example. Yes, fear. In today's world, everything is accounted to fear. Be it workplaces or even at school, fear plays a major role in the lives of everyone, conciously or sub-conciously. Ever wonder why you wouldn't take that path under a working crane carrying a big pile of metal? Yes, many of you would agree that you have to be stupid to walk under that crane for even a blind man can tell that walking under a working crane carrying a big pile of metal could be dangerous. What if one person started walking under it, followed by another, then another, then everyone would feel that 'it's ok'. Alright, maybe that example isn't that clear-cut but something similar to that, you guys get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do all that have to do with today's topic? Simple. Being famous could also be accountable to the 'pressure' we face. Doesn't matter what conforms us to such believes, the media, friends, whatever and whoever. The simple thing is that we as normal humans are just trying to live our lives just like everyone else. (Right, some might say, "I'm living my own life, my way!") Deep down, you guys are just living LIKE everyone else. Back to my topic then. It's so easy that when we see our very favourite own celebrity, we think to ourselves, "I want to be just like them!". Again, looking at our friends being all well-knowned, smart, etc., "I want to be just like them!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, it's not wrong to have such thoughts if such thoughts only condone you to improve yourselves. Don't get pressured if you can't achieved such levels. Then again, it is after all not good to get envious over someone. As the saying goes, "Be satisfied with what and who you are." I know most of us have already done an excellent job by feeling sastisfied with our current state, but some people out there just want to be 'even better'. Getting 'even better' won't exist if you don't realise your current state. You are who you are. Everyone is gifted. You might not be THAT intelligent, but you MIGHT be athletic, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we are 'pressured' by our peers for the need to fall in love with someone or even start a relationship? But anyhow, be content with what you are and what you have. It's not wrong to move a step further but make sure it does not become your own downfall. As for 'fear', we have seen that life has become safer as human society has experimented and developed its understanding of natural and social processes. Is it not that the virtues that are held up now are passivity rather than activism and safety rather than boldness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said then that "you are already famous for being who you are".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RmZeVwF-8PI/AAAAAAAAABE/uXEeBtzTXCw/s1600-h/DSCN2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072845758059704562" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RmZeVwF-8PI/AAAAAAAAABE/uXEeBtzTXCw/s320/DSCN2416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't get me wrong, I'm not at all famous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time now for the oh-so-famous Marlboro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Currently plugged in to: Puddle of Mudd - Famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-8444375199227729759?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, thanks to my hard work, I've managed to get the right definition for the word 'memory'. Memory, according to the Merriam-Webster Online Dict. says that:-&lt;br /&gt;"the power or process of reproducing or recalling what has been learned and retained especially through associative mechanisms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, let us go back to the topic, "Sweet Memories - Should or Shouldn't It be Remembered?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RmOVK17IeeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9k0W1rD1wkE/s1600-h/297977852_275886411e1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RmOVK17IeeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9k0W1rD1wkE/s200/297977852_275886411e1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072061618855639522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you sit down and recall, "weren't those times with (insert name here) enjoyable/fun-filled?" then ...  you just break down in tears. (and no, this time, it's not from personal experience.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some of you might argue that although you've cried, you still want to keep those memories. I've got a better view on it. Just imagine if humans were not equipped with those mechanisms, thus making us not being able to have memories. Don't get me wrong here, I'd cry if I had lost my memories. I mean, who is going to cook my favorite dishes? Who's going to tell me that "The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage" is my best song from Panic! At the Disco? But we're talking about sweet memories, my friends. Yes, once again, the ones above are also included under 'sweet memories' but I'm talking the ones you had with your loved ones, be it ex-loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than debating the fact on 'should or shouldn't', let us all now put our memories into beneficial use and recall the last time we had fun with our cherished ones. Happy? Sad? Disappointed? Whatever? I don't know. But the fact of the matter is this: Most sweet memories that were recorded in a person's mind would make that person end up sad or in worst case scenarios, teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, I want to thank you all for still going through this post. I hate going straight to the point. Scroll down if you're impatient, if not, simply hit 'X' at the upper right hand corner of the browser. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, I'm still not making a stand this time to whether we should or shouldn't have sweet memories as I know it's beyond our powers to not let ourselves have sweet memories. Instead, I'd rather focus on what could be done if it occurs and you feel like weeping again. Follow these simple steps, and hopefully you'll be fine in due time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Recall again. Yes, I said it. Recall that memory again. (Don't ask why but trust me on this one.)&lt;br /&gt;2) Tell yourself that you wouldn't have that particular memory again. (Sounds unreasonable but it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;*3) If you're trying to move on, get a new one. (Simply means, fill your old sweet memory with a new sweet memory)&lt;br /&gt;4) Talk to someone close to you.&lt;br /&gt;5) Listen to good chill-out music. (My blog has heaps of them)&lt;br /&gt;6) If you're still weeping, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd like to go back to point no. 3.  I know some if not most of you will be thinking, "J.†.™ is psycho. How can you just wash away that memory just like that to be replaced with a new one? It's impossible!" Trust me, it is possible. Think about it, we go through so many incidents in our lives. Sweet memories happen all the time. The question is, "are you willing to let that memory come/go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'd still leave the question open on whether you people would want your "sweet memories" to keep haunting you. I wouldn't care if you're happy with your sweet memories, I'm just concern for those whose sweet memories keep souring their lives. Don't let that ruin your lives. Open up, think smart. Be wise. Don't let your beautiful life be soured by a "sweet memory". I wish all of you the best of luck for your upcoming days and if you're still trying really hard to wash that memory away, pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you disagree with me on this topic (which I know you people out there would) send me a feedback. I truly (honestly) apologise if I have offended anyone during the course of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RmOTC17IedI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D1V1-uhUtf4/s1600-h/D800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vsYFzyFCEos/RmOTC17IedI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D1V1-uhUtf4/s200/D800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072059282393430482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Currently plugged in to: Panic! At the Disco - I Constantly Thank God for Esteban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289411625399050896-486738843663274487?l=walkwithm3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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