<?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-7264290771365073331</id><updated>2026-10-14T00:41:56.966-07:00</updated><category term="cesar milan"/><category term="dogs"/><category term="priorities"/><category term="psychology"/><title type='text'>UnknoWn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2877788599352271377</id><published>2014-03-31T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-31T07:05:05.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different mindset, Different thinking, Different personality, Different goal, Different person</title><content type='html'>Hello, its been like almost 5 months i haven&#39;t touch my blog its because the layout has run out of position and I&#39;m that lazy to find another template for my blog... Hence, the laziness and didn&#39;t blog much, well in my defense during Q4 of 2013 i was having my finals study period so didn&#39;t have any time to sit down and write something, those times were intense due to studying...&lt;br /&gt;
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After my finals examination, i got 3 months of semester break and as expected, i went back to work at an animal shop, since i do not really like corporate work at that point of time. Thats when it all changes, although i gave my resignation letter 2 days after my first day, i know thats what i wanted and its whats best for me. Actually, i would have thought that i will regret my decision of working in a pet shop, but as it turns out, its directly the opposite. Over the 1 month 2 days of working at the pet shop, i &amp;nbsp;am able to figure out what i want to do with my life and its definitely not at a pet shop picking up dumps of dogs although i have no problem doing so... This 1 month and 2 days really changed how i look at things and understand more about what the hell are people thinking. And yes, this is another recap post that i usually do after a long period of semester break. Im not gonna type essays for the rest of the post so im just gonna give a header and elaborate on it... Dont judge me... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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All I can say is working at a pet shop, you will live a simple life. This is not ideal for most of the human beings. Having that salary and that working hours, you will not have any time for yourself. Yes, this job does not require high qualifications and anybody with or without experience can apply for the job. This job will have only a slight chance of having politics in the workplace, it will be competitive to fight for the commission, otherwise its a decent place for people who do not like politics in their workplace. BUT working in a pet shop, with that pay... You will not dare to even to think on going for a vacation, because financially its difficult to survive in a big city and have alot of money left in the bank at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;
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There will always be assholes in every department in every sector that is rude and act like they are rich and nothing else matters. They think that people in who works at pet shops are not educated and do not deserve much respect. One thing they do not know is some are having financial difficulties and are unable to further studies after high school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Next is the people in general, people who are at our sides, not customers of the shop. In my experience, working in the pet shop really lower my self esteem and confidence by alot, im earning that 1k per month and other people are making big bucks. I&#39;ve been silenced up in a conversations by using money, something which I do not have and apparently the other person has, alot ... Worst of all I&#39;ve never tried being silenced up by a girl... So swallowing my temper at that time was one of the hardest thing I&#39;ve done since young, usually i have something to say back...But at that point of time, i know i got nothing, I am indeed do not have as much money as her. When you thought the worst is over... There comes somebody who thinks that I cannot afford my own lunch. Yes, my salary is low... The food prices around my workplace is sky high... Yes, im limiting my budget to 10 bucks per day for 3 meals.. Yes i&#39;m eating chocolate bar for dinner... NOT because i cannot afford the food price at my area, its because i am trying out the lifestyle that i might end up in...IF i do not study hard now... I&#39;m ok with anybody inviting me to eat lunch with them and them paying for the meal afterwards... But come to me with a take away lunchbox? And say wanna treat me? That&#39;s just downright proving that u have something wrong with your brain...&lt;/div&gt;
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Being the lowest underdog of a gang of friends, having the worst lifestyle among friends and not to mention, earning the least money in a gang of friends. People might think, &#39;hey its not that bad, i choose to live my life like that and money is not always important&#39;. Yea starting its easy to cope, but when time goes by...it will start to get into your head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Skip friends and your surroundings aside, lets talk further... Talk about life partners shall we? Picture this, working as a &#39;Pet Care Consultant&#39;... Imagine how would your partner tell his/her friends what their boyfriend/girlfriend is working as. Imagine meeting his/her parents...when they ask &#39;So tell me what do you do for a living&#39;... &#39;Owh uncle aunty... I work as a pet care consultant at a pet shop&#39; The first thing they will hear is &#39;working at a pet shop&#39;... And then they will start figuring out how much you earn per month... Ofcourse, parents would expect their children to find a decent partner with a decent job and that has a high chance of getting married and not worry about their finance problems.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The header of this section has already spoken for itself.... The start of the few months of working, you wouldn&#39;t feel anything serious but once you work long period... You start hanging out with your friends at night and when the next day is a Saturday, you still need to head home to sleep earlier while your friends have fun outside without you. Its just a matter of time that when will this thinking get inside your head and you finally realize stuff and want to change for the better. What if your other half does not work at a pet shop and works regular hours on weekdays and breaks on weekends. Relationships will be hard to maintain since you both don&#39;t like meet regularly and like literally regularly, one of you will be working at all times and probably too tired and want to rest on your offday but still it depends on the efforts&lt;/div&gt;
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I was quite close to one of my female colleague and was like chatting in group chats and all... Then until one day she says that her husband/fiance is abit jealous. Its like every time she gets a message notification, her husband will ask is it me. This may sound funny to some person, but I really do not want to do stupid stuff and ruin a relationship. I do not know what level of jealousy is her husband at or is it like furious jealous or just mild jealous. I can&#39;t predict how other people will feel but if it were me, I would be want-to-burn-the-other-guy&#39;s-house furious. When you know somebody is better than you and can provide what you can&#39;t, it really increases the insecurity level to it&#39;s max. Yes, many comments will be like saying it also depends on the girl if she&#39;s loyal and what not. But this is a guy&#39;s principle, to give whats best for their other half and make sure she is happy. Therefore, in order for myself not to go through that kind of lifestyle, worrying and feeling insecurity... I probably wont get into a relationship in another 5 years at least because I could not afford and still NOT QUALIFIED for that position.&lt;br /&gt;
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Few of my friends were like advising me not to tell everybody anything that they ask. Yeap I admit then whoever ask me anything, i&#39;ll tell the truth...Regardless of the question, any personal question, you dare to ask i will dare to answer you... But must see how close are we and whether are you ready to know the answer that will come out from my mouth or not.. From now on, i&#39;ll try to limit what i tell people whom I just met and not so close with them, in order to prevent future back-stabs.&lt;/div&gt;
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You guys took my presence for granted. act like as if I was not there... You will never know how pissed off I was at that point of time, I respected you guys and treat all of you without putting on a mask and this is what I get in return? Well Played&lt;/div&gt;
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The knife you all stabbed behind my back, too bad it didn&#39;t manage to kill me. I have friends and cousins who wanted to help me take out those knifes... But... I&#39;ll leave it there for the time being... To remind myself what I been through. To remind myself don&#39;t be so naive. When the time is right, I will take them all out...and slowly one by one stab all of you...not in the back...in the face...and i&#39;ll make sure all of you have a taste of what i felt and multiply the feeling by more than you can ever withstand. And especially the one whose knife is the deepest, I will take the knife out, change it to a fucking machete or a fucking katana and do what I must to have my revenge. You&#39;ve pissed off the wrong horoscope.&lt;/div&gt;
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If one day I wake up and I do not have the feeling of burning your house down, I will chop off my head and let you to use it as a stool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, it had occurred to me that when my dad says those people in cyber cafes are wasting their money and time. I counter his argument by saying, who knows which day they will be a famous gamer and make more money than you every year? He will say something like, so many gamers, how many gamers will actually become famous. Although he becomes famous, if he&#39;s still not the top player, he won&#39;t earn much money also.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;You see, this is where teenagers gets demotivated and forget about their purpose of life, their passion and dream. When people doubt your abilities and give you statistics like there are so many billion people in the world, u out of those few billion, what are your odds. This is the time where you need to tell yourselves not to quit. Every famous people had gone through what we are going through right now. People&#39;s and self doubt about their abilities. If they didnt say why can&#39;t i become famous, one out of a billion is still a probability that i will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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While steve jobs is still in his garage doing his work on computers, Microsoft is already quite a big company at that time. Steve Jobs had many struggles and met many failures. I bet many had told him to give up on what he is doing now and do something more reasonable. If he&#39;d quit at that time, there will be no Macbooks and even the iphone. Its himself who said to his inner self, who says going against one of the biggest software companies in the world is a bad idea. &#39;If everybody says i can&#39;t, i will prove them wrong&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many situations that we can use this &#39;why not me&#39; concept. For example, getting first class honors in degree, getting selected to work with the top companies of the world or even getting the girl/guy of our dreams. I know sometimes lecturer&#39;s will discuss about the passing percentage of a specific subject, maybe the failure rate is 75% or maybe its even 90%. Why can&#39;t you be one of the 10% that passed the test?&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my goals is to bankrupt company X, because i couldn&#39;t withstand how they treat their staffs and giving their staffs bullshit working hours with bullshit salary. I told one of my colleague while i was working at company X that i would want to see this company go bankrupt one day. She will call me to dream on, in N years this company will be more recognized and will be more stable due to having many more outlets and bigger target audience. Yes, i do notice all those facts in the future, even though if i fail in the future, at least i tried proving other people wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, i know that talking is easy and do not need effort. Although many people look down on you and don&#39;t think that you can succeed, you yourself must be confident with yourselves. If you yourself do not have confidence or believe in yourself, nobody will. Bottom line, you want to become a professional gamer? Go ahead and do it, at least get into competitions and try to improve your skills. There will always be one individual that differs from other individuals that says to themselves that they wan to be in the minor statistic that are going to succeed. ARE YOU ONE OF THEM?&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, we are all humans.... We all have feelings, sometimes you will get very desperate in need for attention or maybe that other party&#39;s attention. You will have that kind of feeling where you think you can just conquer the world with that feeling. And as time goes on, you will think its getting great between the both of you. But you need to face the fact, this is your heart, telling you that it&#39;s worth a shot because the heart makes decision based on feelings. On the other hand, the head makes some sort of calculations, critical thinking and predicting what will happen if u do this or if you do that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You see, the head and the heart are like husband and wife... The heart = wife, head = husband. The wife, gets to go crazy and all... Doing emotional stuff without knowing what&#39;s coming towards them. Where as the brain, the husband must remain sane at all times. The wife gets to go insane, but the husband needs to know whats the right thing to do and make decisions based on analyzing and evaluations. Guiding the wife to the right direction by pulling her back when she is lost. Because you yourself, will be making the final decision whether to make things happen or leave it alone. We as humans need the help of this loving husband and wife to help us make decisions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If, people only decides to go with the head, we will be doing many plain stuff and our life won&#39;t be interesting. If we only follow what the heart tells us, we will end up in situations that we never thought we would end up in. Take our parents for example, both of them having different opinions and how they view things. If you only follow the mother side for example, or being forced to follow the mother&#39;s opinions. Yes, we will be having a good time doing what our mother tell&#39;s us to do, with that we also will have a chance to end up in a position where we wouldn&#39;t want to be in the first place. If we follow the father&#39;s side, we will quite enjoy our life, but will not have any interesting things happen along the way.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is why, we must always make decisions after it has gone through the husband and the wife. I mean there is also another party, 6th sense or some might say something inside you knows its right. Well, that might be a good source to listen or might be a bad idea but will sound good in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;
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Many people are getting friendzoned more often than i thought... For guys, some of them called it an &#39;investment&#39; where its a free world and he can choose to &#39;invest&#39; in any investment he wants. As for girls, it is damn obvious that it is the thing that guys hate the most, the &#39;friendzone&#39;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Although i might say that guys saying girls are &#39;investments&#39; are abit harsh... But what to do? Girls do not have a harsh way to define a guy-who-they-only-realize-there-when-they-need-them... &#39;Investments from guys are not all bad, everybody can see who they want to whenever they want. Its just that whether the chance of being together is high or not...&lt;/div&gt;
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As for girls, they put guys in the friendzone where they own-self knows that the guy will not have a single shit fucks of chance to be together with the girl. And that damn girl knows it very well, but what to do? Attention from one guy is just not enough to satisfy them. They would want the whole world&#39;s attention and might still wanting for more...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Those people are not worth your time, you can spend more time on other things such as family or friends, even a dog is more worth your time than wasting time to become a backup eh?&lt;/div&gt;
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For me, nobody can put me in the friendzone, it is me, voluntarily wanted to go in there to be there for you...&lt;/div&gt;
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So one day my family and I went to a vegetarian restaurant to have dinner. That was the second time i had my dinner there. Well my past experience was, slow food and the worst of all...WRONG ORDER!!! Well my first time i was still calm and think that its normal for restaurants to take the wrong order.... So i was ok with that on that day...&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly i didn&#39;t like that restaurant one bit...it has very little variety of food, lets say besides the economy rice, they have like around 10 other food...spaghetti, fried rice etc.... I dont hate or disrespect those family who open up a business and are all related like cousins and uncles and stuff...but this is way too much.... IDK why that particular day I easily got pissed, dont know what happened... I placed my order when the uncle came and took the order.. As usual it take them a long time for the food to be served... The first dish to come was my mom&#39;s. She ordered spaghetti if im not mistaken, but when the dish came...its another kind of spaghetti... My parents were kind enough to eat that plate, they are ok with the restaurant messed up their order.... After a few mouths of spaghetti my mom ate, the waiter suddenly came up with a spegethi that my mom ordered...My parents were like think they ate the wrong plate although they served it wrong. They decide to pay for the food that THE RESTAURANT SERVED WRONGLY... We told the waiter about the wrong order and will pay for the wrong order... The waiter, an old uncle thank us for doing so.... For another 15 minutes my siblings&#39;s food came and following by my dad&#39;s. Maybe this was the reason i got pissed off. I waited so long for the food and nothing came... I went to ask the counter and saying that my food haven&#39;t arrive yet... IDK if he did get what i said or act like he did listen and understand...&lt;br /&gt;
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After a few minutes, a waiter came up to our table with the food that i didnt order. My parents said if they served the wrong food, its ok...just eat it... I was damn furious...Why the fuck should i eat the food that i didnt order? Then what&#39;s the point of ordering food if the restaurant will be screwing up the menu? So i waited until every single one of my family finish their food... I was like fuck this shit, lets just pay and GTFO... After my dad paid, he told the cashier to cancel my food so that we wont be paying for it... SUDDENLY! A waiter came out from the kitchen with my food... I was like are you fucking kidding me??!! 30 minutes + only you can get my food out? WTF! Everybody else in the restaurant was staring at me cause i talked damn loudly, and almost cursing everywhere.... The waiter was like sorry sorry...i stared back at the uncle..no fucks given when u mess with my food.... then i simply eat...leaving a small portion left... I wanted to call the waiter to take back the food instead and not paying for the food... But my dad insisted on me finishing the food...&lt;br /&gt;
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All night he say that we shouldn&#39;t be so calculative... We have food, we should be thankful.. Yeah I M thankful for the food i get and for everything else... But at that moment, my point of view was. Just because you guys open a vegetarian restaurant and mostly people who come in here are kind and generous... Doesnt mean you guys can take that for granted... Just because those kind and generous customers do not complain, you guys do not need to change anything... Its the real world come on! Nobody&#39;s gonna give face to you because you are this and that! You can&#39;t perform, you&#39;re gone.... Bankrupt or whatever i dont care... If so many people sympathize everybody, nobody needs to work hard any more. Everybody will be waiting to be sympathized... This world is competitive, i dont care what you are or who you are.... You&#39;re not doing a good job, you&#39;re gone! &amp;nbsp;There&#39;s no &#39;owh you need to think from their perspectives...walk a mile in their shoes&#39; bullshit anymore... When you&#39;re at the bottom of the food chain, you...will...be..eliminated! End of story...&lt;br /&gt;
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Procrastination really is a pain in the ass tho... Promised myself that I will blog right after i quit work.... And here I am..1 month later after i quit work only i start blogging...&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay...so to start with, working life really sucks... There are sayings that your boss will be more strict than your lecturers and teachers in the past... Well I really went through that all... No idea man, i have mixed feelings when i m working... Sometimes supervisor is good sometimes she can be as fucked as hell.... Somehow i think that from all of my friends, i&#39;ve been through the most... Literally my this experience working is mainly and only for experience and my interest in dogs... I know that this career really is damn damn low pay, rock bottom... But i gain the most experience... I&#39;d rather work in somewhere that i can get experience and maybe write in my resume in the future.... Other freelance jobs are high pay, but the job has no meaning... What to write on my resume in the future? Nothing....&lt;br /&gt;
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I think my biggest change is my view towards academic studies.... I work as a retail assistant.... With no qualification whats-so-ever... I was literally treated like a stupid and useless worker than doesn&#39;t know anything... Companies outside really exploit you to the very max.... From their mindset, all is about money... Owh we need to save cost is it? why dont we hire employees and make them work many hours, we can save cost and have more revenue... I literally worked 5 days a week, weekends must work... work for 12 hours, 2 breaks... Reach home its already 11, and sleep for few hours, wake up at 8+ to get ready for work at 10... And i was like, if i work forever with this salary and being tired as fuck.... I am freaking screwed though... U don&#39;t wana know the salary they pay me... its really... i dont say&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;, no idea what words to describe... So here comes my biggest change....Before i work, i really had no aim.... No archivements that i want to archive, no nothing... Just going with the flow.... Studying degree? Owh just get a normal degree by passing it all and that&#39;s enough for me so that i wont die of hunger.... But after working, i really really want that freaking first class honours... i know its hard, but at least i have an aim and i am working hard to get what i want... Because i&#39;m done being exploited, done being scolded by customers or supervisors... At least with a freaking certificate, they would at least give me a little respect and would not think of me as an idiot...&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what they say is that we shouldn&#39;t work for money and should work in the field that we enjoy or has interest in. If we do that, we can enjoy more on what we love to do and actually won&#39;t wake up in the morning and think owh fuck i have to work today... Instead, we all can wake up thinking yeah i&#39;m getting paid to do what i love and there&#39;s no stress at all...&lt;/div&gt;
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That&#39;s one way to put it, but i still prefer my version of it, no offence to the person who made that quote... But in my way, i would call everybody NOT TO WORK FOR MONEY! Why? I&#39;ll tell you why... First... The company you work in CANNOT control you or what you do.... For example...&lt;/div&gt;
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Case 1 (You work for money): They will like find many ways to make you to do what they want you to do... In the work I&#39;m currently working, they have this performance statistic or some fucking sort... The better your work performance is, then they will reward you with money... Another is they will have this talk or orientation or some sort, and when i said i DO NOT want to go, they say that it will affect my statistic... Selling specific products, you will gain a fucking mother fucker small amount of commision... And i would work my ass out for that small commision and the company i work for gains alot out of it...&lt;/div&gt;
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Case 2 ( You DONT work for money): They cannot control you like they used to or want to... Owh performance statistic? I don&#39;t give a fuck about that...anyhow how much can you reward me? 10 bucks? 30 bucks? Meh... I was suppose to go to this orientation and i think that it is a waste of time... So at the beginning i ask the supervisor what will happen if i didnt go... My performance will drop and no bonus wll be given... At that time i was naive and i think of going...but half way throughout the work i was like fuck this shit...deduct all you want....as long as it doesn&#39;t affect my basic salary... Commision for the product i sold? Bitch please who cares about that small amount of money... And if i do not serve the customer, i get more resting time... who cares...&lt;br /&gt;
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Not sure if the company i work for is fucked up or should i practice this in my future work environments... I don&#39;t always cause a scene... but then I will try to maintain my aim of not working for money... I will only work because i love that job...&lt;br /&gt;
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So i started working in this pet shop... At first, me without experience and my simple mind set, i took the world way too simple....&lt;br /&gt;
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Because as u all know, mind sets and&amp;nbsp;thinkings&amp;nbsp;will change overtime depending on what you&#39;ve been through or experienced.... After working for around 2 weeks in that shop, i think that humans are more fucked up than they usually are... At first i thought that humans are fucked up already...but to a certain extent... not that over the bar kind of limit yet.... But when i face these fucked up humans longer, they will turn out to be more fucked up than i can ever imagine...&lt;br /&gt;
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I admit and i know that i love animals,&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;dogs. But come on! Dogs are dogs, not human beings... Yes, they are the closest to human beings... They do not cheat and are loyal partners and are good listeners, although they dont give you replies on how u should handle stuff... but they will still listen and not make a fuss about it... Humans are not the best students, as a matter of fact, dogs are. I can give you that. But humans nowdays are not drawing the line or limit between them and the dog...&lt;br /&gt;
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As you see it, the arrangement of numbers... they MUST go 1...2...3...4... And humans nowdays, how they treat their dog is.... 4...3...2...1... I didnt say a dog cannot be our friend, but a clear line must be drawn so that things are clearer.... For me, a dog needs&amp;nbsp;discipline... what not to do and what to do when told.... When the dog is your friend, you will play with it and stuff like that... Thats ok for a HUMAN friend... if u start treating a dog as a friend, in the dogs mindset... they will think that you are their follower, means under them... because u feed them... gave them affection...etc...&lt;br /&gt;
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Customers walk in the shop... mostly 10/10 customers are not able to handle their dog... Their dog will be pulling them all around the shop and shit n pee everywhere... A dog, why are they pulling their owners when they go on a walk? Who usually goes or walks infront of everyone? Its whose in-charge... right? Walking the dog is the fundementals of a balanced dog... You can earn respect from a dog during the walk when u show them who is the real pack leader. People now thinks that walking the dog, literally means WALKING the dog... bring the dog out for a walk... and the owners ended up being pulled everywhere... And what&#39;s next? Their arms hurt and they stop bringing their dogs out for walks anymore...&lt;br /&gt;
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There are a few customers, coming in to buy dog food... They were finding for this specific brand which has no more stock... I politely ask if they would want to try another brand or not.... 8/10 CUSTOMERS will say... &quot;Owh i not sure if my dog likes the taste or not.... if he dont eat...all the food would go to waste&quot; I was like....WTF... now thats too much.... You pay for your dog&#39;s food, your dog&#39;s gonna eat what u FEED it! You give them rice, they EAT....the rice.. You give them chicken, they EAT... the chicken... You DON&#39;T feed them, they eat NOTHING... As simple as that... why are humans treating their dog MORE than how they treat other humans!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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NOW COME ON! You treat your dog better than your KIDS? Just jump off a roof and die pls.... You gave birth to your kids and now you treat a DOG, which is probably bought or adopted better than your kids? Just let car bang.... I can&#39;t say much for those owners who have their dogs allergic to chicken or other ingredients....&lt;br /&gt;
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Few days before, my parents went to the market to buy stuffs.... They saw a dog owner, carrying her dog on her arms... And my father jokingly said, not sure if that owner treats her parents as good as their dog or not.... Some people really treat their dogs better than they treat their parents.... You need to train your dog.... you give them treats and spend time on them so they know a certain trick... But do they spend that amount of time and patience with their parents? Do they spend more time with their dog or their parents? Although my father jokingly said this, but hey... it makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know how long can i take it in that shop...facing fucked up humans and most of all...fucked up dogs who are freakingly spoilt! I don&#39;t blame the dogs for being spoilt...they do not think that much... Its all about the owners...on how they treat them.... You brought back a dog one day.... if that dog is furious, its because of how the owner brought up the dog....if the dog is healthy and smart...its also about the owners... Because dogs do what they are told... Eventhough you hit them, they wont complain anything and just let you do it... Because we humans/owners are their only closest thing that they can depend on....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;How long can we continue to bluff ourselves? Its real, its near and why do some of us choose not to believe it? You want to be optimistic? Ok go on, but everything has an expiration date... Nothing lasts forever... For me, i think Malaysian teenagers are not well expossed to what is happening outside of our country... Penang got tsunami , yala...everybody knows... Tsunami and tornados happened in other countries nobody are that aware of... Malaysian TV news are limited, some news are not broadcasted and hence i found them on youtube... Its a compilation, but at least that&#39;s something i cannot get in my everyday TV news... Everything that is happening is not normal... Dead fishes, whales, dolphins washed up shores? Sea and rivers turning red all of a sudden.... Bees gone missing... Birds falling out from the sky like raindrops... If we see this in our everyday lives, its normal... But then for you...is this normal?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Peace out!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3057786422555033932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3057786422555033932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3057786422555033932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-354313901422147848</id><published>2012-10-07T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-07T07:09:32.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing important...dont read...just post for fun</title><content type='html'>Its just a normal diary-stuff blog....nothing important....its your choice to read...&lt;br /&gt;
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Told you is nothing important..&lt;br /&gt;
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Owh well...since you are already reading it.... Good luck...&lt;br /&gt;
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So...Friday was a damn epic day for me... Lol..nothing much..its just that alot of things happen in one day....Make me like damn tired..YOLO...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok...it started off with normal class like usual in the morning... And waited for eric until 1230 then we go eat as usual... Then after eat we will go back to our stuff in sas room... Was like damn random stomach ache...so i opend the door and throw everything in my pocket inside...including the keys....and rushed to the toilet.. when i came out...saw one weird looking human being walking to the toilet and asked me do i have the keys with me? I was like...ok i know where this is going( thinking in my mind ).. Then he said he locked the door... So yeap...all of my property was gone..and locked away inside the room...from me.... Asked Dr Lee and Mr Chin to help me with the door...I tried every ways of opening the door...another type of key, weird human being tried using hair pin to open the door...high as fuck, think he is james bond and shit...(9gaggers will understand) but then still fail...:/ owh well...Called my club president and she is in 1Utama.. Called club&#39;s photographer...he is at KL attending a talk...&lt;br /&gt;
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So was like...thinking...crap..got a quiz on that day...database&amp;nbsp;fundamentals... Its worth 5 marks out of my 50% coursework... Thinking and thinking case 1...if i go to my class...it ends at 530... and by that time only go 1Utama...come back it will be around 6/630/7 pm? By that time the doors of the lecturer office will be close... The next day is saturday and sunday, i doubt that they will be open... And all my property inside includes wallet with all the usual stuff, phone, laptop, books AND MY CAR KEY....LOL...#life... Case 2, if i go take the key from my president in 1Utama, i will lose 5% of my coursework mark...and a day&#39;s attendence...Seems fair to me...( Ya the decision i made, i was not anywhere close to proud i made that decision) &amp;nbsp;So waited until 230 for human being to finish class.... Our journey starts from there... Fistly we walked to his house to get his car to go to 1Utama... Very awkward walk, the furthest i&#39;ve walked since i had a car... So went to 1Utama and he bragged about his reverse parking which was senget...==... So walked and walked contacting Christine-Club President for the key...Might be come miscommunication dont understand where is she at...lol walked here and there and really don&#39;t like 1Utama...too big...maybe not used to it...lol...&lt;br /&gt;
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Gao dim stuffs saw kher shin n sylvia there for their friend&#39;s farewell...Hi, Bye then me and human being headed home...Bla bla bla..owh ya...havent mention the lotion in human being&#39;s car.. The lotion belongs to his mom...i use abit on my hands and things start getting weird....lol its like damn oily... :/...maybe guys r not suitable to use hand lotion...so i rub in on his legs and arms...GAY! So reach his home..saw basketball court with a low hoop... I suggested to play awhile. since like we r damn lifeless... So play awhile i dunked a few...And human being&#39;s mom fetch us to college...&lt;br /&gt;
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Then go college this shit n that shit got my key and then i think went mcdonald get ice cream! And then stopped at the traffic light... Saw an old couple on a very old motorbike... Really wonder, they had nothing; but still so happy... Really an awesome moment when the wife feeds the husband food from behind... The feeling...:) Then at night swim at sunway club....gao dim&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace Out</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/354313901422147848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/10/nothing-importantdont-readjust-post-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/354313901422147848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/354313901422147848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/10/nothing-importantdont-readjust-post-for.html' title='Nothing important...dont read...just post for fun'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6910552833446508413</id><published>2012-09-02T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-02T07:31:31.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versus</title><content type='html'>Sup...Long didnt no see...Just came back from Australia last week... Opened my eyes to alot of things that i didnt know before i went...&lt;br /&gt;
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Since like i was young... My plan is to study Inti college...Study American degree transfer program...and go to America to further my studies... Because that time, my naive mind says that Malaysia has no good college to go to and America is&amp;nbsp;recognized&amp;nbsp;so its a good choice... And my other reason is to leave Malaysia... Until a few years later, nothing has changed... I still think that Malaysia has many negative things... Dangerous...Very behind technology... People does not have manners... I think many people out there will think like me too....&lt;br /&gt;
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Until i went to Australia... Now i kinda think that Malaysia is a nice place to live in... I mean sure.. Australia has better technology...has better air...cleaner water...polite people...and most of all it is safer than Malaysia... But can we afford to go there? Their food are over priced...for either currency...Aussie dollar and Malaysia dollar... In Malaysia, you can easily get 5 bucks per plate or maybe 7/8 bucks per plate of food... With addition to beverage, it is more or less rm10 right? Well... Idk is it me or what...but in Australia, the food i ate...is at least 10 dollars... Most epic is.. I added one egg on my fried rice... It costed 3dollars... Maybe its me who is not so exposed to many things...But in my opinion..those prices are very expensive...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I mean yeah.. you can complain... We work in Malaysia we earn around 5k... In australia they will also earn around 5k... Our imported cars...take Honda Civic for example.. In Malaysia it costs around RM140k.. Well in AUS, it cost only around 25k dollars... If you are working in australia you can easily afford a honda civic... A 2/3 years Volkswagen Golf Gti is only around 18k dollars... Very affordable... But we see things we must see overall... Actually it also depends on a person&#39;s personal perspectives...&lt;br /&gt;
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For people who are in Malaysia and wanted to go overseas dont care migrate or any shit like study... Can you afford going there?(Not looking down) Can you cope with the studies there? I mean if you are rich yeah you sure can afford going there... For this case its not Aus its other countries... Our Malaysian education system everybody knows it... Can you really be able to cope with the studies there? Besides that, our broken English... How are we going to communicate with them? How are we gonna compete with them... They are competitive, we asians are shy..(For some) Even for my college...it is counted as hard for us... And its already hard for some of us to even get a credit... And the retake fees are damn high and bullshit... So you think you can take on&amp;nbsp;European&amp;nbsp;studying style? And you think if you fail out there... your parents will pay for your retake fees? Dream on.. Unless you are rich... Or else you will be on your next flight back home to Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;
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To be honest... The food in Aus is nice... Not until i tasted the chinese food there...finally the taste that i m familiar with... Most memorable is the chinese restaurant i went at night for dinner and the waitress who looks like the female actress in &quot;nia xie nian&quot;... &lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously though....eating outside food for 1 week... On the plane they served some rendang curry chicken with rice and a slice of cake and fruits... The rendang...i m not picky with my foods, but that rendang really almost can make me cry lol.... Seriously...nothing beats the taste of our own country&#39;s food... Finished the whole set in like 15 minutes, stuffing everything in my mouth...ended up with a full stomach and hard to sleep....haha...&lt;br /&gt;
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But seriously la...why go overseas and migrate when you have family and friends here... For me i can&#39;t say much la..family..not that much...but friends... And i think everybody should be thankful for the country they stay in...you gotta remember which country let you meet your&amp;nbsp;partner? I know la...very old school..but seriously ma...haha.. YOLO&lt;br /&gt;
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Owh crappy crap crap, finally finish... i used 3 days for this..== Got 2 new songs... the first song ending too long d... so skip to next song if you want of course...&lt;br /&gt;
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This time no crappy quotes ba... i really done stupid things...but i have to do this... Idk why..just i got a feeling i should ...&lt;br /&gt;
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As i noticed, an uncle sitting next to me.... Heard from my cousin, he was the company&#39;s top salesman and now he has stroke which made it harder for him to eat or use much energy... That night, i&amp;nbsp;witnessed&amp;nbsp;true love man... His wife, who looks quite young... Takes care of her husband like a small kid.... Patiently and full of love... When the food is served, she sliced those meat into smaller portion for her husband to eat... Without helping herself with the food first, she made sure that her husband eats first.... Its quite touching... Knowing that a wife takes good care of her husband who went through stroke...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then....my &quot;creative&quot; brain started to think ridiculous things....which is the reason why am i blogging at 1.02 a.m. and not studying for my finals on&amp;nbsp;Wednesday.... At that time, my brain was like thinking... Apart from what i&amp;nbsp;witnessed, idk how my brain managed to pick up this kind of thoughts.... Its something like...people use to say that we will end up marrying somebody else younger than us.... We will usually end up marrying the girl that is in the same workplace as us.... I mean, is there no&amp;nbsp;marriage&amp;nbsp;that is brought up since high school or college anymore? Chances are very low, to be honest. Its easy to hang out with a person, but to live under the same roof,&amp;nbsp;that&#39;s&amp;nbsp;another challenge. Can they?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Randomly i have this fear, fear of knowing the fact that if i get into a relationship now, i cannot like maintain the relationship until i grow up.... K With this fear, its quite sad to for me to find out that fact. I mean there are still percentage that we are going to end up marrying our&amp;nbsp;partners&amp;nbsp;since like high school, college or universities. I&#39;ve seen relationships same sort happened before and quite believe the&amp;nbsp;existence. I hereby really want to tell the future guy who is going to guarantee your life and make you happy in the future, that he is one lucky asshole..... Any chance of hurting you, i would really like to burn down his house, car, etc. I still believe there are still guys out there who will do anything just to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The worst worst feeling is i don&#39;t know what you want ; and i don&#39;t know what i want...&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5829065681684834884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5829065681684834884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5829065681684834884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/07/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-5285293164350754142</id><published>2012-07-06T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-06T06:38:46.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lie</title><content type='html'>Today was at the library...doing my notes and suddenly a group of new students came in for the library tour by a librarian.... So...new students huh....they will be studying in a new environment...Unlike high school...have too much rules and stuff like that.... Now with a new environment...they have to meet new friends and from many groups of friends...they will have their own &quot;gang&quot;.... A gang is a group of people that you are comfortable with....&lt;br /&gt;
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But still....starting a new life in college...doing foundation programs.... Having new friends.... Its all a freaking lie.... Friends who are new will not show you their true color first... Due to make a good&amp;nbsp;impression&amp;nbsp;on other people...ya right...they will show you what you like to see..... Because if they show you who they really are, which i think most probably has many flaws and are problematic... They wont have friends who are willing to make friends with them.... Ironic huh...well its sad but its still a true story after all... I mean there are many people who have many problems with their&amp;nbsp;attitude&amp;nbsp;and stuffs like that... College is a new start and a new life all over again.... Its not the same as high school and primary school where everybody is naive and can have fun together....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In college or university...people tend to be more secretive and fake.... Because college for us is like taking one big step in life to the real world, the real working world... Because life is not fair and we have to learn to live on with it.... I think for me...high school is almost the last place where you can have real friends... Because you spend 5 years together through thick and thin.... For college and universities....everybody has different backgrounds and gone through different things... Thats the reason that made them what they are today.... An&amp;nbsp;attitude&amp;nbsp;is not developed over a week or a month... It is through what they gone through and by the experience they gain.... Still i&#39;m in no place to judge how a person is, but at least also try to make in as not obvious as possible la... Ma de with that&amp;nbsp;attitude....gao lan meh.....What for you hide your flaws and problems....and put on a mask that is able to convince people... Humans sure have problems with humans... And the choice is in your hands on how to react to them... For me just don&#39;t care about them....i think maybe its me...since i was young... Maybe its me being too fake...sometimes i just don&#39;t know who am i.... Owh well.... I just can say....some people who are important to me...if they are just fucked up and do sohai.....2nd day i can don&#39;t care about them... For me its just like one less friend...who has problems.... I had many friends b4... And for those friends who are not important...they are just another friend...I wouldn&#39;t care less about them... Maybe it changes too fast...the mask i wear on my face...its too fake and sometimes it even convinced me that i was not wearing any mask and was ME...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Everything i said is what i meant...if you ask me i wouldn&#39;t deny anything about what i post...So...i know sure got people who hate me de la....Dont read this blog if its stabbing you in the heart (which makes my point real about you)...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Peace out...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5285293164350754142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/07/lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5285293164350754142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5285293164350754142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/07/lie.html' title='lie'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-9011565270851730663</id><published>2012-06-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T08:26:56.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Remember when we used to say that the world is unfair or life is unfair? Remember those times where we blame everything on other stuff such as luck or destiny when we faced some difficulties or when we meet failures?&lt;br /&gt;
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We just need to know... Life is really quite fair for me...(when i m in my good sense...which means calm).... Sometimes we might have &quot;something&quot; less than other people.... Actually...we have that one &quot;thing&quot; that other people doesn&#39;t have.... We just need to find out what is that &quot;thing&quot; that we are blessed to have... We are all different... God created us.. some with special abilities....some without special talents... But just so you know...those who do not have special talents have something more&amp;nbsp;spectacular&amp;nbsp;than those who has spectacular talents... For example... For the people who are blind... They either have very good hearing or very good memory... This is what they have that other people who can see does not have....&lt;br /&gt;
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In my life... I had always blame luck and God for everything that doesn&#39;t out good for me.... In University... i literally attend every tutorial and lectures....i consulted lecturers like many times....But i can tell you i still don&#39;t know anything that i&#39;ve learnt... Unlike my friend....who skip classes and tutorials.... He knows everything...well...at least more than me... I&#39;ve felt that this is really not fair... I went to all classes... i don&#39;t know anything....My friend who skips class...is able to study alone and actually understands it...&lt;br /&gt;
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But when I&#39;m alone and is thinking about all those stuffs... I realized that i have awesome lecturers and friends to help me out... I know lecturers very well and they are quite close to me... Even closer to me than i family...sometimes... I realized that lecturers and friends are always there to help me and some even offered&amp;nbsp;themselves&amp;nbsp;to help me with my studies... But the problem is... I&#39;m damn freaking lazy fuck ass.... I always start off strong but ended up not finishing the work at the end.... So basically i screw everything up at the end of the story.... I&#39;m really very thankful to those who wanted to help me.... But i scared i might end up&amp;nbsp;disappointing&amp;nbsp;them... Really hopeless in some kind of subjects.... do not want them to help me and then i still fail the subject.... Its really&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;and i&#39;m scared they might be damn&amp;nbsp;disappointing.... Really...nobody should put hope on me since i m kinda&amp;nbsp;disappointing.....&lt;br /&gt;
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If what stated above is real, guess we should really give our best when we are able to meet the &quot;biggest paddy seed&quot;. But the problem that some people said is, the time is not right. If that is so, we should really wait longer until the time is right.&amp;nbsp; We are getting wiser and wiser day by day. If we get into a relationship fast, it might be risky. What your future is just standing right in front of you? Both of you are very compatible and loves each other very much. Just that the time is not right. Would you regret for the rest of your lives? For my case, i think i would regret. But i still think that the old saying which is &quot;If the person is meant for you, sooner or later he/she will come back to you&quot; is still a bullshit.... You want fate? OK lets say fate bring you two together... And you dont do no shit... In your dreams you two will end up together.... There is no effort...although fate did their job, there will still be no outcome... So i still think that old saying is bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;
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Have been imagining. what my life would be 8/9 years from now... It is so unpredictable and every step i take would lead to different future.... As you know...my stupid brain always tend to think more than expected... There is at one point my brain imagine my future and link to the girls i like... You see...different partner sharing the same lives as you will really make a big difference...&lt;br /&gt;
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In my dictionary...there are two different type of girls... One is nice..abit serious...kind...and materialistic... Another one is nice..playful...active...and not a spendthrift...but very&amp;nbsp;social-able...&lt;br /&gt;
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If my life ended up with girl type1... I picture myself... having my own business, earns alot of money and work very hard.... In this case...I MUST own a business...if not i really can&#39;t afford the best for her... Because if I have girl type 1 as my wife... i would want her to be happy... I just picture myself trying very hard to earn money and to support my family... For sure I wont let my wife work, therefore I am the only one working in the family and there is a heavy responsibility on my shoulder.... Yes yes i would be happy and stuff... But i do not think that it is what I really want... You see my brain thought this up when i was in the shower... and you know people tend to think alot when they are in the shower...so this fast vision came into my mind... If i were to have girl type1 as my wife... I gotta study hard from now&amp;nbsp;onwards... That will lead to a more secure future for me and my future family... Which is so not me...&lt;br /&gt;
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The next is girl type2... I would&amp;nbsp;sacrifice&amp;nbsp;everything i have to find a girl type 2... This kind of girl are really extinct from this world already... There are a few more out there...but most of them already have found their partner... So it is very hard to find... because I do not spend that much ... due to&amp;nbsp;laziness... I am lazy to go shopping, eat nice food and etc...BTW i do not have taste buds... all nice foods are still foods to me.... I do not care so much on whether is the food nice or not... For me it is still food... Like my late grandmother once said... No matter what you eat... it will still be digested and it will become the shit we shit today... Don&#39;t tell me that if you eat some more expensive food you will have a different output from your ass... And that saying is stuck in my brain since then.... You see...my results are not that good... I failed 8 out of 10 subjects during my high school life... That is the &quot;best&quot; i archived for my whole life... And I am not a very good student... What am I? I am lazy, think I am the best but actually I am not... With my &quot;good&quot; attitude... I might not&amp;nbsp;succeed&amp;nbsp;in the future... I might end up working under people and never gonna be a boss... But the most i can be is maybe a boss of a small small computer shop... thats my vision... and spending rest of my life with girl type2... I would be&amp;nbsp;satisfied&amp;nbsp;enough...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1508125997512751048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1508125997512751048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1508125997512751048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6682733933350915093</id><published>2012-04-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T06:57:09.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>These few days had too much time in my hands...so i blog about all the crap i think off.... Well because i really have nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently i don&#39;t know what got into me..start talking to myself.... LOL and my best friends are animals/pets.... OOH...a stray dog...stare at em and start talking.... I just got a feeling that bond between animals.... Maybe i was an animal in my previous life..lol Since i m so into animals... Technically i talk to them alot though... Too many problems...dont want to tell human beings..since there&#39;s a saying that some of them dont care and some of them glad i have problems.... So.owh well..animals will do...&amp;nbsp;Especially&amp;nbsp;dogs...there are loyal&amp;nbsp;listeners... Although they wont give me feedback.... but talking to them will somehow gave me idea on how to solve my problems... Magically.. i dont know why...but it worked most of the times... you guys should try it at home though...&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes really sad see dogs tied up and not running freely... That sad feeling is there...but still.. i cannot do anything yet... I have nothing and i can do nothing to help them...feel so useless at times.... You see...now i have nothing... No big house enough for dogs to run around.... No money to afford them... Cant pay for their food... Although i might be working next week but still i dont think the money is enough for me to have a dog in my house... Sometimes i feel that those stray dogs are happier than those dogs that are tied up at home... I admit although stray dogs have to find their own food and sometimes need to fight over food with other dogs... but still happier than tied up dogs...although they dont have love from human beings....&amp;nbsp;Especially&amp;nbsp;those active dogs....when i see them get tied up... Seriously if i were tht dog.... i prefer to die though...Its like i m a talkative person.... and i m not to speak a word for the rest of my live...i will seriously go crazy ....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Peace OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6682733933350915093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/04/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6682733933350915093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6682733933350915093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2629089510796384681</id><published>2012-04-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-21T08:00:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Seriously need to get a job though.... dont want stay at home n do nothing..i can play computer whole day... Need to get a job n earn my own pocket money because i dont want to depend on my parents too much...they always give me the look everytime i spend too muchh....zzzz &amp;nbsp;The other reason why i must get a part time job... Is that i dont want to face family...zzz... No freedom at all.... Actually wanted to go interview with my friend today..but he study so we change the date... N i told my parents... Then the comparism starts...saying that see he so hardworking n study n shit... N i sleep until 12pm... Seriously i dont want to say anyhthing...let them do the stupid comparism...zzz...&lt;br /&gt;
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Usually saturday night is my night with my buddy... we will hang out at night just the two of us n talk crap until 11... And usually i didnt have dinner with my family on saturday night... So today was like forced to go out with them.... K FINE... go out... eat in this chinese restaurant.... didnt talk anything for me... just minding my own business and eating.... This is my life when i m at home.... Dont communicate..because i know everytime i open my mouth...all the things will be bad to me... Parents will take thosse points n turn em against me...zzz... Fuckthisshit.... If i know i will get scolded for any random shit... might as well i keep quiet.... Waste my time trying to argue back n i lazy to argue back.... 1 day per week having my personal time with my friend also a problem to them... what shit is &quot;family outing&quot;.... No such thing in my dictionary...k family outing..i sit down there quite...as if i dont exist.... whats the point? Lame.... I guess I m the only one in the world that woudn&#39;t want to go outings with my family... I got a feeling this holiday the trip to Hong Kong..i will b forced to go...zzz... I dont like flying to places i dont like.... What can i do when i go Hong Kong... cant buy the things i like... they will complain bag is not big enough and wouldnt want to pay more for the xtra weight... What is the point...&lt;br /&gt;
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Basically i think there is something wrong with me... In high school...got to one point that i hated girls...alot.... Thanks to my mom....so i bully girls who acted like my mom... Think she is too clever... arrogant...and wants to take control of everything.... That was my own problem i guess at that stage... So girls who r like her...made me damn freaking pissed...to basically i hate girls in my high school life... For now its more better because i dont care that much any more...&lt;br /&gt;
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M thinking of making my blog private...because its too open... any random cousin of mine that read this blog might tell my parents about it and will get a nice nagging...zzz... Lazy...i dont and do not plan to tell them anything because i will get nagged at the end of the story....LAME!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Arial, &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Peace OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2629089510796384681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/04/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2629089510796384681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2629089510796384681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-8917577025843280294</id><published>2012-04-15T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-15T06:50:50.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine told me something that i thought it is logical and meaningful.... First off, you see some &amp;nbsp;couples argue after a few months of a relationship... Why? From my guessing, it is because of they are not themselves when they are with their other half... Months pass by and either one of the couple is lazy of &quot;acting&quot; and shows their true color...&lt;br /&gt;
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So... What my friend told me was... If we want to be normal and be accepted by our other half, we should start being ourselves from day 1 when we decide to chase after him/her. Lets say if from day1, we are macho, gentleman, patient, clean and stuffs... But actually we are not. For some situations, couples can get over the problem easily either they have a strong relationship or the problem is not a big deal for them. We always want to be the best in front of our partner... Sometimes we aim too good beyond what we can do.... A quick example... For my opinion, if from the day you start to like her, you carry her books in school everytime... And 1 day you two are couples... You need to hold her book everyday, which is probably not you... I know couples out there do not mind holding books... But just that if 1 day you are lazy of &quot;holding books&quot; and do not want to, your other half might think there is something wrong somewhere... I think although this is a bad example, but still i think you guys can get my meaning...&lt;br /&gt;
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Couples should be able to accept each other&#39;s flaws... I still think that they should first accept the worst side of their other half. By doing do, only they are qualified to see the better side of them. Some people might leave after seeing the bad side... But for my opinion, if they can&#39;t even handle the bad side, we shouldn&#39;t even show them what we are capable of... Owh well... Gues that&#39;s that...gotta do my assignments...&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace Out!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8917577025843280294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/04/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8917577025843280294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8917577025843280294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/04/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1762223725229131286</id><published>2012-04-15T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-15T06:40:18.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1762223725229131286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1762223725229131286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1762223725229131286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2698373797612376742</id><published>2012-02-18T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T05:15:21.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A</title><content type='html'>So...it finally ended...after 1 year...finally i can study the things that i always wanted to study since i was young... Gonna meet my awesome lecturers and i cannot play with them that much because they are my official lecturers now... :) Gonna meet alot of awesome friends... Hope they are very interesting and play around alot... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don&#39;t know whether i can graduate or not... All subject except computer science is damn hard... What if can&#39;t graduate...gonna so fuck myself up...== Sometimes no matter how hard you study... You still can&#39;t get good results... I&#39;ve studied like mad before the exams...with my friends....annoy them with many questions... I can say so far this is the only time i studied for exam very hard... Cannot make it man...i cannot go to the exam hall and say fuck this shit... Really hope that eveybody pass their exams and continue in their degree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the best moment studying before the exams...although for me it is abit too late to study...but yeah i still can make something out of that crap... This is the first time in 3 semester, my maths paper i can do with a smile... Although i don&#39;t know that i can pass or not... But at least i tried hard to study maths... Even-though i fail...i shall not regret...because effort is put in...Not like the first 2 semesters... i  totally screwed it up.... Thank you to my friends who i annoyed during the studying process.... xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this all will proceed in studies...some might end up in the same class... But for some....i guess our fate ends here? Cannot see each other everyday....cannot do trash talk... Well...gotta face it sooner or later....Think on the bright side...gonna have more friends and we can study what we like... It is always possible to meet up once in a while.... But it must have effort... If not effort is done...they sure fail lo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh well...all the best in everything...i m literally talking crap here... And for the video...it looks like impossible to make 1...== Sorry if tak ada a... Coz i think its kinda impossible to make a video with that LESS pictures... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2698373797612376742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2698373797612376742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2698373797612376742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='A'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4819747791478029657</id><published>2012-01-25T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T06:12:32.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;Sup....just back from celebrating Chinese New Year...and just survived 3 days without internet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zn_l11gP71CMM6CSlGOtnSBTTjFz9DsERhlvRLFIWHxkt3olnbgTmFw4OT_PS4994KIlLKvCEmxBYLLO8FuHCadfAx8ojZA0Kf45q6Dbg9V8jIHH4Gl_0iFLHzunv_vqLnqA7d4HNQE/s200/DSC00408.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701983763141276898&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is what i got as my big angpao just before CNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after cny...its a new start for everybody....i was just wondering about new year resolutions... Many people are making themselves new year resolution...guess i should make 1...at least i have an aim... Well mine is not about getting good results and scoring in exams.... Mine is weird...like i told my friend... The next girl i like i will put in all effort to get her....well weird ... Its just so hard to like a person...TROLL....#justsaying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many nice girls out there....and everyone of them should find themselves a good partner....mine is out there somewhere...or maybe she is already in my life i just didnt realize yet... You see, i don&#39;t want to miss out the chance to be with her... that&#39;s why for the time being...i must prepare myself so i won&#39;t miss my chance... I&#39;ve let a nice girl slipped out of my hands once...i don&#39;t want it to happen again... At that time, it was still my first love...gotta admit she is a nice girl and deserves someone that treats her well... I wasn&#39;t ready by then... I was an ass thinking back from now... was damn naive and cannot provide her what she need... Unless i m ready and have full confidence......then i will go for the girl i like...but for now...#waitAndSee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year was ok i guess...lesser relative came home because they are studying overseas or not free... So hung out with the usual cousins i hang out with. So...baby nephew...kinda cute though..i guess err 10-11 months old? That&#39;s when i asked my cousin the feeling of being a father...he said i will know when i get there... #_#... Babies had the best smile ever... Well...at least their smile and laughter is 100% real...  Some people outside...ya they smile...but its still 30% sarcasm?? I mean its not real... For a baby...when they are happy, they smile...when they are sad, they cry... The worst case is people in the real world...laugh and smile with you when they are the ones who hated you... Scary shit...aint nice... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is bullshit...i guess from now on gotta count on myself to do everything huh? Had problem with my scalp...my parents said it was my diet problem...became vegetarian for 2 weeks...nothing happen..still the same.. When i asked them to bring me go see doctor...they don&#39;t want... i mean seriously? Fine...shall do it alone then... When i start working i will get my scalp checked... using my own money...zzz.. I always wanted a puppy/dog...since i was 7 years old...got a first puppy from the streets, ran away.... Got a dog from spca or paws i cant remember... They inject the puppy when he was still too young...Died...thanks...zz.. After that i keep on asking for a dog... The only answer i get is our house is not big enough... So i waited...10 years passed....i&#39;ve moved to a new house... And i asked again... they say the house is not big enough... I was like WTF...seriously? I bet our house has more space than those rich people who tie their dog and giv their dog a small amount of space... Wth man... i&#39;ve waited 10 years and still can&#39;t get a dog..zz.. Fine...i shall move out from the house after working for 1 or 2 years and get myself a dog... No help needed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;body&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&gt;Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we&#39;ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, &#39;Lucida Sans Unicode&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); &quot;&gt;我不管你用任何眼光看我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, &#39;Lucida Sans Unicode&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; &quot;&gt; 我都不会选择放弃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, &#39;Lucida Sans Unicode&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); &quot;&gt;我要坚持到底 忽略那些冷言冷语&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, &#39;Lucida Sans Unicode&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); &quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, &#39;Lucida Sans Unicode&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, &#39;Lucida Sans Unicode&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used err...5-6 days to finish 1 post...so the time abit not right....#youdontsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4819747791478029657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4819747791478029657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4819747791478029657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-start.html' title='New start'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zn_l11gP71CMM6CSlGOtnSBTTjFz9DsERhlvRLFIWHxkt3olnbgTmFw4OT_PS4994KIlLKvCEmxBYLLO8FuHCadfAx8ojZA0Kf45q6Dbg9V8jIHH4Gl_0iFLHzunv_vqLnqA7d4HNQE/s72-c/DSC00408.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3843385106118241974</id><published>2012-01-14T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:35:14.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Hey...sup bro n sis... what up? Mah blog is soo dead right now...had a boring holiday and spent all my time on going out with friends, assignments and gaming of course...xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I once saw a picture on 9gag or other websites saying that children born after the year 1996 is a disaster... Is it true? whats your opinion? For me, i guess its freaking true!! I mean based on my personal experience...Yeap they are a disaster and hell of a pain the the arse... For me, my parents don&#39;t teach them the basic manners that they taught me last time when i was still a children.. What? Do they actually do not care now? When i was little, one small mistake i will be scolded badly with no mercy... Well typical chinese family... But now, my parents don&#39;t scold my siblings anymore... ==... Which is so not freaking fair... There is a few times where i HAVE to fetch them out with me for dinner and lunch... They sat at the back seat.. I was like WTF... So now i your driver? #assholePlease ... Even if its my parents fetching them, they will still be sitting at the back seat... Then 1 day i asked my mom Y SHE NO teach them basic manners? I think that 1 day when i can&#39;t take it anymore i will freaking shout at them... I not their driver k! Only my gf deserves me to drive them around..not them...zzz..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OK back to normal life not family life.... Family life is boring and has nothing special... Tomorrow my mother coming back from china... end of my free life...crap... So...what i think is that some people nowdays like to show off their family fortune huh? That is what i think after they take money as something easy to earn in front of me... Well...thats not your freaking money ...d-u-h... You want to show me you are rich? Earn money yourself and not taking your parents&#39;s money and flashing out everywhere like you own it... Its kinda boring and lifeless when see people does that... Lets say i earn 60 bucks a day...i m still richer than you....#inyourface... all your money come from parents...whats there to show? I see many friends say wah people drive what car what car... I said...so? not their money anyway...they are just showing that their parents are capable of earning money and can afford to spend xpensive things for them... Please... i have rich friends too...and they do not rely on their parents for money ...duh... They work their ass out to pay everything... Car, petrol, food... yeah you heard that right... Car..although the car is not big..but at least they are earning the money themselves... That i salute... If its that easy, i might as well take my parents money and donate to orphanage or beggers..then i m doing a good deed...Hell no..zzz... I m just taking my parents&#39;s money and donating it away...zz....#lifeless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you had the feeling where you wanted to do something important... But everything just turn their backs on you? Everything just doesnt go smoothly for you... That is the most bullshit feeling ever... I had my experience too though... Well.... i emo for awhile and said... Well this is not working out...I should find other solutions rather than sit here emo... Its a waste of time anyway....might as well try to save the solution, at least giving it a second shot its also worth it.... Just to say, if somethings didnt turn out as smoothly as you expected... Maybe they are not suppose to happen? And any effort done is into the garbage bin... For me, i often accept negative results that are not according to plan... Well...who doesn&#39;t...LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;For one human being to love another that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof; the work for which all other work is but preparation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;      ~ Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;      ~ Germaine De Stael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3843385106118241974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/01/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3843385106118241974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3843385106118241974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/01/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3490393099928904471</id><published>2011-12-25T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T06:33:00.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>So boring...never liked holidays...rather spend my time with friends....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Went Petronas Science center...saw 1 girl...reminds me of my x crush... I think this girl is secondary school if i m not mistaken...really looked like her... :) Well that reminds me of the time when i m in high school...Form 4...I am in the &quot;newspaper delivery&quot; service with my friends...so during assembly we can walk around the school where everybody else stone there listening to principal &quot;singing&quot;... So that time i had my eye on 1 girl...she was a school prefect and she is in charge of a specific spot in the school... So during one assembly...i wanted to talk to her, so my 2 best friends accompany me to find her...She was at 1 end of the corridor and i was at the other...Walking towards her...the feeling is damn special... Its a mixture of nervous and &quot;IDK what to say&quot;... So was walking walking...half way i wanted to turn back...But i guess its weird for a guy to walk half way n turn away... Owh and FYI...i don&#39;t know this girl, so its like i m approaching her to get to know her kind of stuff...Never tried that before though...and i know Asians don&#39;t really does that i guess? Owh well...When i approached her, there&#39;s no sense of rejection so i manage to vomit out a few questions... Yeah she was shy n i was like damn nervous...please...lol...First time man...Scary... So yeah that was a scary experience when i was in high school...this girl from the science center reminded me of her...Owh well...xD *sweet memories... i still remember the moment where i punch the wall because i was too scared... *my approach wasn&#39;t once...its like more than 7 TIMES! and i only get 1 correctly...others i freaked out and walked away...kena scolded by my friends...xS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Owh well...i guess the opportunity to approach the girl that i like which i don&#39;t know is not gonna happen again? After high school...its more complicated..you can&#39;t go and approach and girl and talk like that... You will be given one tight slap.... And its straight forward.... If the girl doesn&#39;t like you...there will be a big red light there...and maybe you will b turned down right on the spot... (Wootz? Why today so got feel to write love stories..xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Owh ya...anybody has the feeling of being liked by the person that you wanted to be only friends? So...interview session..how&#39;s the feeling? good or scary? Why is it good? Because you have the attention? How is the feeling of being liked by a person nice again? Please...If you don&#39;t like him or her...just tell them man...dont freaking waste their time and energy...they are better of with somebody if its not you... Some like the feeling which i think the feeling is very scary! You can see their every moves...everything they said then you will have a picture of them liking you in their mind...WTH...scares the shit out of me...Aint nice Aint nice...dont like... Thats why when you like someone...DO NOT show it out...i repeat DO NOT show it out...it will turn out negative if that person don&#39;t know how to handle the feeling...Owh well..xD...thats life...damn interesting...thats the risk you gotta take....awesome shitz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my post all the things are #JUSTSAYING!! I REPEAT #JUSTSAYING....doesn&#39;t apply to any individuals...awesome shitz eh? but seriously its #JUSTSAYING! don&#39;t take it personally...#truestory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve been laying here all night, listening to the rain. Talking to my heart and trying to explain. Why sometimes i catch myself wondering what might have been. Yes I do think about you every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = &quot;b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3490393099928904471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3490393099928904471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3490393099928904471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2506339313883763255</id><published>2011-12-17T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T06:44:45.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Sup guys...have been quite some time i didnt update blog...Lazy to write anything...When i have the feel...i wasn&#39;t with my computer...so just screw the updating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...how&#39;s life? Pfft...what a bad starting line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is female and male that different? Why the stories i heard from my female friends always give me a nice shock... Saying that their other female friends treat them this n that way... Ain&#39;t female and male the same? I mean no offence some say female are abit more complicated than men... #truestory? It seems like female&#39;s friendship...got abit complicated... Maybe i m just hearing one side of the story...i haven heard the worst in males..but so far that i can see...male friends are more...true? Like in movies and shit...female friends always backstab female friends and have problems with female friends...well for guys...when they have issues....its mostly about girls...aint that right? So back to topic... When female are with female...idk...they seem abit fake with each other...not being their true self and talk what they don&#39;t feel like talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me..my guy friends are like all my bestie...With them i can talk crap and shit stuffs...Guys and guys can talk for hours on craps and shits... And they dont backstab their friends and are true to their friends....(or is it the male friends i mix with are just awesome?) Me and my old school mate...although didnt meet for many months because he is busy...when we hang out...we can talk for hours and still thinks the time is insufficient... Guys and guys don&#39;t need what high-tea...go fancy restaurants to have a drink and chat... Like what me n my friend did last night was 2 guys i was fetching him home...so in the car we had a nice conversation also....#easypeasy... Even when i reach his house...we can sit in the car and chat for awhile because we don&#39;t know when only we can have the opportunity to have a nice conversation like this...We were like old school mates...but the friendship there is still like normal...like how we act in our high school life... And its funny though...in my high school life...we all had issues among each other....always have fights and arguments....now we all hang out...its like all best friends...although some haven change...still that bit bit sarcastic and monkey-like...but yeah they&#39;re just aww-sum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see....the thing is....i don&#39;t know if in the future i can have these awee-sum friends with me... In my working days....when we&#39;re still all single...maybe come out mamak stores to chill and talk about shit stuffs in our high school life and complain about our love life...xD I don&#39;t know how long we have the opportunity to have fun like this... I can&#39;t imagine when we all get married...xD ....the gay guys talk will be much lesser....because we all need to focus on our families...children and wife... :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The way i look at things is the way things happen around me...If the things happening around you is not the same as me...then dun blame me for stereotyping...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night...me and my friends go to this competition at this small shopping mall? Basketball competition...well... This awesome girl..she is there...:) talk to her alot that night...have funny conversations and stuff.... When i got home...i was like...re-call the moments we had... Only i realize...nah...i do not like her ... Well i think i like her because she is nice and friendly...although she don&#39;t look hot...but personality that matters right? So i was like acting &quot;myself&quot; in front of her...haha...which is not the normal thing i do in front of the girl i like.... I was comfortable in front of her...can talk many crap and shit like i used to...and enjoyed the moment... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is it all guys will act differently in front of the person he like? Or is it all human beings are like that...Well for me if i act normally in front of any girl...means i don&#39;t like them... I wished its easy to like someone new...:) then the pain would be less... But i couldn&#39;t...i envy people can recover from a break-up in like days and going out with another girl already?  Owh well...guess its just old-fashion-me... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated because I can&#39;t tell if it&#39;s real. Mad because I don&#39;t know how you feel. Upset because we can&#39;t make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won&#39;t take my hand. Aggravated because you don&#39;t understand. Disappointed because we can&#39;t be together, but still I&#39;ll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out Yo!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2506339313883763255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2506339313883763255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2506339313883763255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Beginning&#39;s End</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWamGQXrF0Qr3L7WmcEnk_y3Kf4PKoMwJYpKwKHsdGhbzSAKNq-ItFuJoNllMubexlqI4rJPimbEyafNkEqmBqyUDbcKywU9ei7XnLFeSZAcECspb_8zA7-zBL3MPtnc/s1600/10435660_10154394318035534_4847774946979345450_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>