<?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-5062755758738596706</id><updated>2024-11-01T02:15:33.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing4Fun2Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-8161690256893137202</id><published>2011-07-29T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:47:19.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is BLOG!!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I managed to rediscover this old blog of mine. How a series of boredom, insomnia and nostalgia has brought me back to this. How I forgot about such a&amp;nbsp;territory&amp;nbsp;open to the vast ideas of my nonsensical writings, and- why I forgot about such a haven of freedom. For the very essence of what defines life has been provided ever so obligingly to a mere mor-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... I laugh at those who thought I was prepared to write some deep philosophical babble fertilizer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- At this very moment (12:58 a.m) I wonder why Pandora Radio has an increase in advertisements- it really messes up the mood of the music your playing. They should Pandora-ize the ad selection fit for your music, it&#39;ll make free music for cheap people like me soo much more enjoyable! I apologize for my inconsistencies in this specific blog post. Wait? Why should I apologize?! For did I not already come to realization&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;blogs do not hold true to the traditional writing&amp;nbsp;etiquettes we often use? Pshhhh this is isn&#39;t an essay... this is a blog! THIS IS BLOG!!!! AhhhHhhh1h29k;akdfkk;asdflkljahsdjfho23jffjfjfjfjfpoop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The picture above is the central theme of the movie &lt;i&gt;300&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the days when we used to read textbooks, but before we actually read them- we would flip through every page in the book looking for really funny or awkward picture? Like the random Asian guy in your Biology book that was eating a&amp;nbsp;banana... dressed in a yellow turtleneck with purple spandex pants? Hmmm maybe it&#39;s just me then. Perhaps at this point in my blog... yes at this point ---&amp;gt; &quot;&lt;u style=&quot;color: red; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;0&lt;/u&gt;&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;--- &amp;nbsp;you might still find yourself looking at the admirable chest of Gerard Butler. What you&#39;re not? Then I assure you your peripheral glances at that toned, audacious man every once a while. Perhaps your peripheral has a mind of its own? Hmm let&#39;s consider that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding- let&#39;s NOT consider that. But in the near past we will! Did I say past? I mean present. Did I say present? I mean the time interim between past and future... did I say present again? I give down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! Or looking at The Gerard Butler picture... either or. Reading is&amp;nbsp;overrated&amp;nbsp;these days. All you had to do was read the title to understand the entire post. Then look at Gerard Butler for some reinforcement. Or pleasure........... consider it my free eye massage. Unless your a dude (of the male sex), then I&#39;d politely ask for you to GTFO OFF MY BLOG YOU MOTHER-PARKING-FOOL-WHO-HAPPENED-TO-LIKE-APPLES-BUT-WAS-ALLERGIC-TO-THEM-BUT-STILL-ATE-THEM-BECAUSE-THEY-WERE-DELICIOUS-THEN-SHORTLY-AFTER-DIED-OF-RADIATION-FROM-A-BOMB-PLANTED-BY-THE-SOVIET-UNION-UNDER-THE-COMMAND-OF-WINSTON-CHURCHILL.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highschoologoly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- the social study of human behavior and student aspects within high school&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Freshman&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a freshman, you&#39;re still getting used to the school. You don&#39;t quite know where you are, what you&#39;re doing, or where your middle school buddies have gone. You try to avoid the &quot;upper classmen&quot; because you&amp;nbsp;distinguishably&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;yourself as a &quot;freshman&quot; by the way you act, the&amp;nbsp;prevalence&amp;nbsp;of immaturity in your elocution, the friends you hang around.... and generally your height (in most cases). Freshman year is&amp;nbsp;unequivocally&amp;nbsp;the easiest year you will have in terms of stress, workload and homework. However, that is from the perspective of a &quot;upper classmen&quot;. Being a freshman yourself, you may think that Freshman year is fairly difficult as compared to Middle School, primarily because your rhetoric still&amp;nbsp;encompasses&amp;nbsp;things like &amp;nbsp;&quot;And then we wents 2 go hang out. And then after that we chilled at the weerd park. And then....&quot; &amp;nbsp;in about the vast majority of your English papers. In essence, freshman year is what I like to call &quot;Middle School 2.0&quot;. It&#39;s Middle School on extensive&amp;nbsp;amounts&amp;nbsp;of social&amp;nbsp;steroids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Focus on school (you&#39;ll realize the importance of your GPA when you find&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;applying&amp;nbsp;to colleges)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ignore people that look down on &amp;nbsp;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Join as many clubs/extracurricular&amp;nbsp;actives&amp;nbsp;as possible; rank up through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Be involved; try &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; be a &quot;leader&quot;. You&#39;ll have that chance later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sophomore&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a sophomore, it&#39;s now your second year of school, and you&#39;re no longer the scum of high school. You now know where the bathrooms are, which lunch lines offer the most humane food, and generally a better grasp on Highschoologoly. However, sophomore year is probably the year where &quot;upper classmen&quot; label you as a &lt;b&gt;DOUCHEBAG&lt;/b&gt;. Why is this so? Well, now that you have &quot;under classmen&quot; subordinate to you, and that you may have gained a few &quot;upper classmen&quot; friends along the way; you&#39;r ego level augments at increments of a thousand ego points per day (EP/D). This often lends towards you unconsciously acting like a&amp;nbsp;colossal&amp;nbsp;mass of faggot-ness. I would not even like to discuss the effects &quot;driving&quot; and obtaining &quot;license&quot; has on your EP/D. Sophomore are the ones commonly found in their natural habit..... the middle of the hallway. This not only adds to your EP/D, but causes problems for every other student. In terms of school work, Sophomore year is pretty much the same thing as &amp;nbsp;Freshman&amp;nbsp;year,&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;a tad harder. You may notice the sudden subsidence of pictures and colors in your textbook, and the increasing mass it gains. You&#39;re writing may improve to &quot;And then we went &lt;i&gt;socializing&lt;/i&gt; together. Soon after that, we hung out at the strange park. After that....&quot;. Basically, Sophomore year is what I call &quot;Hunters and&amp;nbsp;Gatherers&quot;. You try to hunt and gather as many &quot;friends&quot; as possible to increase your social status, regardless of their personality, and history. You turn a blind eye to &quot;true friends&quot; and people who actually love. The &quot;ignorant jocks&quot; and the &quot;despondent nerds&quot; and &quot;band&quot; is slowly abstracting into their own groups. You are learning the basics of Facebookology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- PARK IN YOUR OWN DAM AREA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Continue focusing on school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Girls; forget about boys... non of them know what true love is. They&#39;ll just end up breaking your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Boys; don&#39;t play around with a girl&#39;s heart... if you like her... &lt;b&gt;respect&lt;/b&gt; her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;congregate&amp;nbsp;in the middle of the halls; its highly looked down upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Respect your elders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Don&#39;t try to be cool and popular. Popularity is overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- MAKE TRUE FRIENDS! Not the kind that you say you hang out with just so&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;you can say you hang out with them.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Junior&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations, you are now a junior, considered an &quot;upper classmen&quot;. You now have a tremendous grasp on Highschoology, and have pretty much&amp;nbsp;categorized&amp;nbsp;yourself into a specific &quot;group&quot;. You care less about the &quot;underclassmen&quot; as long as they don&#39;t mess with you, and you&#39;re&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to notice the abrupt surge of stress and homework (ex. homework, reviews, etc.) At the beginning of the school year, you try to focus on school and friends like you did in your Sophomore year, but the incessant idea of &quot;SAT... PSAT...&quot; haunts you daily (I highly advice you to take those early on; so that you have multiple chances at getting a better score). Junior year is deemed the hardest year in all of high school; and it truly is. But hard is defined more as the&amp;nbsp;amounts&amp;nbsp;of &quot;other stuff&quot; you need to do aside from school work. You&#39;re beginning to worry about college already, and any textbook with a hint of colors and highlighted vocabulary is a delight. Your EP/D begins to drop, and you start to notice who your actual friends are. Seniors somewhat respect you, and the signs of&amp;nbsp;immaturity&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to fade. During the middle of the school year, you may notice a few &amp;nbsp;grey hairs growing here and there, but you could careless because you have two test and three&amp;nbsp;quizzes&amp;nbsp;the next day. Another name for Junior year is &quot;Cram Info&quot;; expect to get less sleep unless you plan to fail. Your writing now looks like &quot;As we&amp;nbsp;congregated&amp;nbsp;together in convivial&amp;nbsp;camaraderie, we discussed the perplexing nature of our&amp;nbsp;acquaintances. Soon after, a nearby park seemed most ravishing as we settled for&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;night. The prospect of&amp;nbsp;tomorrow....&quot;. To prevent&amp;nbsp;further&amp;nbsp;horror and trauma upon myself; I will&amp;nbsp;conclude&amp;nbsp;there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Get started on your SAT/PSAT/ACT early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Take the ACT; I think it&#39;s ALOT easier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Try not to focus on college, just on your grades&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Have a solid amount of community service/extra curricular&amp;nbsp;activities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If you&#39;re going to pull an all nighter; the best way for&amp;nbsp;optimal&amp;nbsp;results is to take mini naps in between!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Be nice to your teachers and such (unless you want a Letter of Recommendation talking about how bad you are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Don&#39;t drink too much coffee, save your tolerance level for college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Organize your time well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Senior:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just don&#39;t give a shit anymore. Nuf said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- get laid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- get wasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....... JUST KIDDING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- GET YOUR&amp;nbsp;APPLICATIONS&amp;nbsp;DONE EARLY!!! don&#39;t procrastinate, shits a killer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Have fun! It&#39;s your last year.....&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/3935106881433712846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/10/highschoologoly.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/3935106881433712846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/3935106881433712846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/10/highschoologoly.html' title='Highschoologoly'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoduBz4xGSuUCvw11Eexcr8vbNIyI6KAqs4ooZUMgM1M_-dLxoz6tUQVG787BHhwiU7qr_T-glr0YJ_QR-3RAodcgYhFjoLWosnC8_jjG2YIKtAk7NYB2xsASNyVhyphenhyphenRQ7DYYzf4sDKQM/s72-c/high-school-musical-31.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-7775807659768075601</id><published>2010-09-12T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:26:36.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored: The Sun Is Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGSihPfgEJ42GmFIIY7XIzI5U_nfRiYSIEukjSBChJtc471mysnjvL7IICznj4z8cyenE013TGxsnaRFDsCzaEd03uw-mxCjVE91VN11exbTQKawwYa1IFj8rEhEHGrDoaup6Pw3HJHI/s1600/evil-sun.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;216&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGSihPfgEJ42GmFIIY7XIzI5U_nfRiYSIEukjSBChJtc471mysnjvL7IICznj4z8cyenE013TGxsnaRFDsCzaEd03uw-mxCjVE91VN11exbTQKawwYa1IFj8rEhEHGrDoaup6Pw3HJHI/s320/evil-sun.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;As of this moment; there is one specific thing I am tired of. One being the frikin SUN......... and two the fact that I only said there was ONE THING........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;The sun is the root of all evil. YES it provides the ultimate source of energy for our lives, YES we will all die without it, and YES it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But if you look at this from a un-obvious and&amp;nbsp;strangely&amp;nbsp;meticulous point of view; the SUN IS EVIL!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Here is the sun &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;The sun provides energy to our producers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;-&amp;gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;LLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Animals eat this .......... production from....... producers to produce......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;-&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;LLLLL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-&amp;gt; C&lt;/span&gt;OW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;ENERGY for us when we EAT THAT FOOL (fool being the producer or the animal...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;-&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;LLLLL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-&amp;gt; C&lt;/span&gt;OW/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;LLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;-&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;MANKIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Agreeing with that-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Criminals eat the producers and animals which are made by the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;So, the sun is evil in that it provides the energy which the criminal lives by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;There-frikin-for ....... the sun is evil in that it &lt;i&gt;PROMOTES VIOLENCE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;And since violence is evil.... the sun is EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;-&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;LLLLL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-&amp;gt; C&lt;/span&gt;OW&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;-&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;EVIL MAN -&amp;gt; VIOLENCE -&amp;gt; DEATH -&amp;gt; BURIAL/CREMATION -&amp;gt; NUTRIENTS FOR THE SOIL -&amp;gt; MORE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;LLLLL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;through the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;gt; OTHER EVIL PEOPLE -&amp;gt; EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;which =&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;-&amp;gt; EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;The truth is that I play tennis and that I&#39;m sunburned..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/7775807659768075601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/09/bored-sun-is-evil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/7775807659768075601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/7775807659768075601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/09/bored-sun-is-evil.html' title='Bored: The Sun Is Evil'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGSihPfgEJ42GmFIIY7XIzI5U_nfRiYSIEukjSBChJtc471mysnjvL7IICznj4z8cyenE013TGxsnaRFDsCzaEd03uw-mxCjVE91VN11exbTQKawwYa1IFj8rEhEHGrDoaup6Pw3HJHI/s72-c/evil-sun.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-1739154353754952609</id><published>2010-08-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:59:20.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food... infinite!!??!?!?</title><content type='html'>Oh hey blog... forgot you exist... but it&#39;s ok since you have no real emotions.&amp;nbsp;You emotionless freak! I wish I can just ... emotion-ize &amp;nbsp;you with emotions!!!! Make you more.... emotional.... what??? What did you say blog?!??! You think that I&#39;m angry again??!?? YOU THINK IM ANGRY!?!? I WILL BEAT YOU. I Will-&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hi reader, I almost forgot you were there. Its just me and my blog talking... perfectly normal. Nothing weird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I write this... I feel hunger.... not hungry... I don&#39;t feel hungry. I feel hunger. O wait! Food ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............ Much better....... my hungry is now satisfied. My guinea pig had soo much to live for.... Jay Kay. I did not eat my guinea pig.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I can just eat and eat without stopping.... without feeling full. I hate the feeling when you want to keep eating... but you can&#39;t because you just can&#39;t. And even when you want to eat more, you physically can&#39;t because your body is telling you &quot;dude... wtf are you doing?? Stop eating you fatty&quot;.... but your mind is telling you &quot;dude.... don&#39;t listen to your body.... look at that food... its waiting to be nom nom-ed on. You will help the earth be a better place to live if you keep eating&quot;. And then you just end up having a debate with your body and mind... like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body: well my first contention is health....According to the British Dictionary of Dictionary Words That Define Words, health is defined as &quot;the general condition of the body or mind with reference to soundness and vigor&quot;. Thus by&amp;nbsp;continuing&amp;nbsp;to eat glutinously and profusely, you are only placing your health and&amp;nbsp;physically&amp;nbsp;well being in a state of danger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind: What is the purpose of life? Is it to just live? Or to live with purpose? With passion!! And by placing health as a foremost importance in life. You are discrediting the essence of what living should be defined as..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it&#39;s just me that presides over a debate between your mind and body. Regardless... I wish God designed humans to have either A: ridiculously fast metabolism B: a process that intakes food and outputs oxygen... or even better... an aromatic smell that changes depending on what you eat.... or C: a body that has natural bacterias that eat food... completely.... so that in order to be &quot;healthy&quot; you just have to keep those bacteria happy.... And the food itself? My best idea for an abundance of food would just for it to be reproductive, like insects... So that you don&#39;t have to grow food... but food... &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;GROWS ITSELF!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;. And in order for it co exist with humans.... it needs to be consumed... so that the bacteria in our bodies breaks it down into small particles that come out of our body as the sweet smelling aroma... that then sticks to the earth to reproduce once again... Ah... how&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;and strange that would be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/1739154353754952609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-infinite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/1739154353754952609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/1739154353754952609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-infinite.html' title='Food... infinite!!??!?!?'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-4485507633363248472</id><published>2010-07-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:25:46.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSm9v0foPxlDq3FbTE-99XAs_-0T0aS3lUaeUkF7ODGcOGyHIowC_xbgCUNsIV-vL0whY4tvtaiFg3fxaWi7P25NK8a9LIcH_Knvw1rx_U4nCboMB2HnVVZpvbt3Vcl2XjAYTtAc7BiE/s1600/inception_8.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSm9v0foPxlDq3FbTE-99XAs_-0T0aS3lUaeUkF7ODGcOGyHIowC_xbgCUNsIV-vL0whY4tvtaiFg3fxaWi7P25NK8a9LIcH_Knvw1rx_U4nCboMB2HnVVZpvbt3Vcl2XjAYTtAc7BiE/s320/inception_8.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;So I saw Inception the other day, and was mind blown at it&#39;s simplistic complexity. So that night, I stayed up composing this theory that I find explains the confusion: BTW.... if you&amp;nbsp;haven&#39;t&amp;nbsp;seen the movie yet I advice you to not read this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;The first &quot;level&quot; is just reality, of them getting on the plane and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;The first dream (2nd level) from reality is the Indian guys (he drinks champagne therefore in his dream it rains, sorta like when you need to pee, you dream water, etc.) so that he can drive the van with his own consci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;ous to start the first kick.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second dream (3rd level) is Arthur&#39;s so that he can control the blowing up of the building/elevator (second kick)&lt;br /&gt;
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The third dream (4th level) is Eames so that he can blow up the snow fortress (third kick) and allow Fischer to complete his task (planting the seed). Remember that they originally planned to have only 3 levels of dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;
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The fourth dream, or 5th &quot;level&quot; is commonly believed to be &quot;limbo&quot;. But it&#39;s NOT. Because in order to be in limbo you have to die. But Cobb and Ariende didn&#39;t die; they basically just dreamed again. Fischer is presumed dead, BUT .... I&#39;ll explain further on. Notice to see how the Saito is no where in this 5th level.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cobb is for sure killed by his psycho wife (he did get stabbed in the heart a couple of times....) in the 5th level so he goes to limbo, where WOW he sees Saito... because Saito died as well. So that is the limbo they&#39;re talking about.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then what is the 5th level? That&#39;s just another realm of the dream, so how did Fischer and Ariande get back to the 4th level? The movie earlier says how you need a simultaneous kick... so when Ariende fell that was the bomb going off, and Fischer, the aed defibrillator that Eams used while falling off the building. Whether Fischer was truly dead or not, the movie is unclear. But I think that he wasn&#39;t fully dead (like Saito), so he couldn&#39;t have gone into limbo.... yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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So then the kicks just go in order from there on as seen in the movie. But what about Cobb and Saito? They&#39;re in limbo so how did they seem to come back to life? Well I have 2 split theories for there&lt;br /&gt;
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1 (I believe this the most). Saito shot Cobb, Cobb shot Saito... (the gun...) thus killing themselves from Limbo back INTO reality. The spinning top at the end has no real significance, just to spur further thought about the movie. Cuz if the top just fell, everybody will be like &quot;oh right, of course... I get it...&quot; Another reason for this is, Cobb has a ring on his finger when in a dream, but none when in reality. The end scene depicts Cobb NOT having a ring on his finger.... thus meaning he&#39;s in reality. Additionally, another reason&amp;nbsp;that sorta adds on to why the ending of the movie is in REALITY; notice that when he&#39;s in the van. That&#39;s the second stage of dreaming from reality. Like reality ---&amp;gt; dream. So when he DIES in the van, he&#39;ll just come to his conscious in reality. Because you ONLY go to limbo if you die in a deep state of dreaming, but in the case of the van, that&#39;s only the second level. Therefore his friends wouldn&#39;t need to rescue him, because they know he&#39;s going to be alive anyway. Because remember in order to come back to conscious, you need either a kick or to killed. In this case, Cobb is killed because he drowned.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Cobb and Saito is still in limbo, and the end scene is just another level of Cobb&#39;s dream within that state of limbo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or..... like what I originally thought..... the whole thing is Cobb&#39;s dream. Everything you saw in the movie, the people, the events, that&#39;s all his subconsciousness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Random points:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Cobb&#39;s kids seem to be wearing the SAME shirts... but later they have different shoes. IMBD lists 2 different sets of actors... hmmm .......&lt;br /&gt;
2. The intense booming theme song is just the opera song played super slow&lt;br /&gt;
3. Ellen Page is like.... super hot/cute/beautiful.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;So if you actually think about this movie, the movie in itself is an &quot;inception&quot;. Something that plants a seed into the mind of the viewer.... to either think about the movie or the message it&#39;s trying to get across. Quite witty Christopher Nolan.... quite witty.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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LOL so that&#39;s my theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/4485507633363248472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception-explained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4485507633363248472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4485507633363248472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception-explained.html' title='Inception Explained'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSm9v0foPxlDq3FbTE-99XAs_-0T0aS3lUaeUkF7ODGcOGyHIowC_xbgCUNsIV-vL0whY4tvtaiFg3fxaWi7P25NK8a9LIcH_Knvw1rx_U4nCboMB2HnVVZpvbt3Vcl2XjAYTtAc7BiE/s72-c/inception_8.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-6552019893172647849</id><published>2010-07-24T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:39:45.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Tired Or Just Lazy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oj3V3ifjovS2-0ttVsKjaXMXoMXIdXMfnBJOtdsKDGAH8Jq0OimC3OI6b8HwjOLW_apiIAAor_efRVGW1gUR_zZwb7iRRuIDxmDJEErZIRJzUhnvkMkS9oOG_SRO9vRjTaZAZ6Eb74I/s1600/Emo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;211&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oj3V3ifjovS2-0ttVsKjaXMXoMXIdXMfnBJOtdsKDGAH8Jq0OimC3OI6b8HwjOLW_apiIAAor_efRVGW1gUR_zZwb7iRRuIDxmDJEErZIRJzUhnvkMkS9oOG_SRO9vRjTaZAZ6Eb74I/s320/Emo.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For the past months, I&#39;ve been living in a world of continuum..... Everything I do today seems to play back tomorrow. There is no &quot;effect&quot; for my &quot;cause&quot;, no evident &quot;result&quot; for my &quot;action&quot;. Just doing. Doing what? I have no definite answer, rather a melange of instances where I find my self conscious of what I&#39;m doing. Look at the past day, week, and month...... I can only remember myself waking up, lunch, dinner, watch movies/YouTube till &amp;nbsp;2AM, sleep. Rinse and repeat. What I do in between these things is so minute in detail that it is near impossible to include them in written schedule. Sometimes I go outside and play with butterflies, sometimes I watch a movie, sometimes I go hang out with friends....... but most of time, I just walk around the house dazed doing bits and bits of random things that have no real finale. Like a book that was never finished because the author died in a tragic accident involving communist&amp;nbsp;aliens&amp;nbsp;and prehistoric dinosaurs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So am I just lazy or am I tired? I&#39;d like to think I&#39;m just tired, a form of self denial to obscure that fact that I have no prominent goal. A menacing kind of cure that temporarily relieves depression. Taking the truth and enslaving it to do what I please. But the truth is that I am lazy. How could I possibly be tired if I have daily agenda that requires little or no&amp;nbsp;physical&amp;nbsp;effort? I live in a half shut semi open view of the people around me, like I&#39;m directing the lives of others even though I&#39;m invisible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So am I lazy or just depressed? The book of definitions (dictionary) defines lazy as &quot;one who is disinclined to work, causing indolence&quot;. But I&#39;m not disinclined to work, nor unwilling to do things. And if not any of that, how can I be indolent? Actually, it&#39;s not really a matter of willingness to work, but rather a lack of forced work to do. If you had read my earlier posts, my current state of employment would justify my&amp;nbsp;absence&amp;nbsp;of work. Or labor. I have no preference between work or labor. Anything except &quot;just doing&quot;. So I will assume that I&#39;m depressed now? Depressed over that exactness that I have nothing to do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve never quite categorized myself as of those people with sullen drawn faces bearing disconsolate hopes. I always thought of myself as the complete opposite, who made their depression a joke. Not to be mean, but to shield myself away from their aura of negativity. So I can&#39;t quite come to the summation that I&#39;m depressed. But am I? Am I really just depressed? I heard from someone that the more depressed you think you are, the more depressed you actually become. So what do I do? Tell myself I&#39;m happy? :) !? Try to conceal the problems that obstruct me from being&amp;nbsp;genuinely&amp;nbsp;happy? Pray to a God that goes directly to&amp;nbsp;voice mail? Impermanent&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;are all cover ups that fall off after it&#39;s finished, after the hype has quelled and the fun has passed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So what do I do now? Keep being sad and depressed, feeding my own &quot;aura of negativity&quot;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lending toward depression is a way for losers. People who can&#39;t face the truth, and void the truth even if they are aware of the truth. Doesn&#39;t matter what age, or level of wisdom. Ignoring depression says that you&#39;re a loser. A roadblock to destroy and decapitate, not sweetening up to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Like always, thanks for reading my blog! However, there is one main point that you as a reader must realize; this specific blog isn&#39;t for you. It&#39;s for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/6552019893172647849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-tired-or-just-lazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/6552019893172647849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/6552019893172647849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-tired-or-just-lazy.html' title='Am I Tired Or Just Lazy?'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oj3V3ifjovS2-0ttVsKjaXMXoMXIdXMfnBJOtdsKDGAH8Jq0OimC3OI6b8HwjOLW_apiIAAor_efRVGW1gUR_zZwb7iRRuIDxmDJEErZIRJzUhnvkMkS9oOG_SRO9vRjTaZAZ6Eb74I/s72-c/Emo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-2659659471500479501</id><published>2010-07-09T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:52:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay 100 people viewed....... !....... ? 0.0</title><content type='html'>Ok this is going to be short..... but&amp;nbsp;approximatively&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;5.3 seconds ago... I looked into my blogger&#39;s &quot;profile&quot;. And there, I saw that I have officially reached &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt; VIEWS. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;I know that&#39;s probably nothing compared to those super awesome-popular-famous-uber-special bloggers with &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;1 BILLION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; views. But it&#39;s heart warming just to know that some random person actually read this stuff........ in a non stalker&amp;nbsp;predatory&amp;nbsp;way. And besides, 100 is like the holy grail of achievements........ the best of best...... the 10 of 10...... so it&#39;s pretty KOOL that I witnessed such a thing. Because if I looked at the &quot;profile views&quot;......... and it said something like &quot;103&quot;.......... then it&#39;s not special. Because its 103, and 103 isn&#39;t as KOOL as 100. 103 is a like a deformity in numbers.... it&#39;s a PRIME......... and primes are losers in the eyes of other numbers. Their like lowest of the lowest......... the ones who didn&#39;t go to number college to be a whole number. To be complete and even. When they apply to&amp;nbsp;mathematical&amp;nbsp;equation jobs, the primes SUCK....... they divide into decimals.... and decimals aren&#39;t WHOLE. And it you&#39;re not WHOLE, then your INCOMPLETE..... and if your INCOMPLETE........... wtf am I talking about???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Anyways............................... special thanks to the 100 people (esp. Vaughan =]) who read this blog. And I hope that you continue on to read. Or else. You............................ become prime......................... ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/2659659471500479501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-100-people-viewed-00.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/2659659471500479501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/2659659471500479501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-100-people-viewed-00.html' title='Yay 100 people viewed....... !....... ? 0.0'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrKgfHgqokp55N-c3kJohxslxf2cugWbxwKM_Xhkg7iMU0ora625ONWQ3bR4Y1x553BM_og8qXNfj9ytX7QO7MRgThczvEzkb9gbnREiCaauPOPX_Gi5kr-lFYyAe0KGaH2lUIWw8nh8/s72-c/100+Views.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-4875468290182643026</id><published>2010-07-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:14:51.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian People And Their Hair.........</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen the movie Harry Potter? Or even better....... read the book? Now in the movie/book, there&#39;s this nasty super evil guy called &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Voldemor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I will just call him V-Man. And basically to keep things short, V-Man separated&amp;nbsp;his soul into a bunch of different things called Horcruxes.... so that he&#39;s IMMORTAL. In reality, the hair (on the head.......) of most&amp;nbsp;Asian&amp;nbsp;people is the Horcrux of their soul and character. Their hair defines who they are, it provides confidence and happiness when it looks good, while also shaming them when it&#39;s not &quot;done&quot; and perfect. You could be all like &quot;but &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!?!!? Doesn&#39;t the hair style of ANYBODY define who they are? And not just Asian people alone?&quot; Well counterargument thought, I like to see Asian people as the mother of hair fashion..... that gave birth to little followers the sense that their hair....... should have a personality of its own. Its a funny thought to know that there are infinite amounts of females AND males that spend countless hours in front of a mirror.... looking at their hair...... fixing their hair....... having an intrinsic LD debate with their hair...... when roughly 1800 years ago..... people were forced to have one hair style....... OR BE EXECUTED!!!!!!!!!! When I look at guys today looking at a mirror, with their middle finger ever so gently moving 10 strands of hair to the right side of face, without disrupting the rest of his hair ecosystem.... It is hard for me to accept them as men. It almost feels like a extremely sinewy female, wearing a slightly faded black&amp;nbsp;sleeveless&amp;nbsp;shirt doing squat thrusts...... whatever a squad thrust is....... if you get the picture.... it&#39;s just wrong. Since when was it normal for a man to emulate the actions of a woman....... and sometimes..... dress like a woman ... *ehmmm*ehmm**cought* &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;South Korean fashion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;*cough*cough* .................*faint*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTOf7GHneK59CT5l8jZCatFf1uzCy7PmOrzYOr8FSi1PpksECnshnmLa1ilj9G7Hu-zSsLMOX9UJ29uYMmcSbcr3gQq5PkpiVl5vbheZIDXxug8qXFRnwRZRIirNJGvZ0QT3a_ybMx4Y/s1600/LOL.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTOf7GHneK59CT5l8jZCatFf1uzCy7PmOrzYOr8FSi1PpksECnshnmLa1ilj9G7Hu-zSsLMOX9UJ29uYMmcSbcr3gQq5PkpiVl5vbheZIDXxug8qXFRnwRZRIirNJGvZ0QT3a_ybMx4Y/s400/LOL.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you have all the little girls and boy-girls... and girly boys that try to just follow how every one else is dressing to &quot;fit in&quot;.... and soon enough....... you have guys with hair as long as girls..... wearing jeans so&amp;nbsp;skinny, that it replaces their skin...... all while fixing their hair. I know one guy, I won&#39;t say the name..... that is proved by several sources, who fixes their hair 30 minutes every morning. Every morning. For what reasons? I dunno........ maybe it&#39;s because he&#39;s trying to fit in? Maybe it&#39;s a fashion statement? Maybe because he thinks it looks good on him.... but most importantly.......... is it&amp;nbsp;necessary? If you leave long hair in the winter because it keeps your head warm... props to you. I do the same. But if you&#39;re still leaving the long spiked on the left side but only fairly spiked on the other, but curved to the left on the front..... in&amp;nbsp;ninety&amp;nbsp;degree weather. Something is wrong. If you have read one of my earlier blog posts &quot;Make-Up?&quot; (&lt;a href=&quot;http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/02/normal-0-false-false-false.html&quot;&gt;http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/02/normal-0-false-false-false.html&lt;/a&gt;), the situation explained there is very similar to the problem with the obsession over hair. People who has invested their hair as a Horcrux of their character call it &quot;it looks good on me&quot;, but I call it pure conformity. If every male was to go bald in this world, because they thought it was the new style, would a person who thought their hair looked good, still&amp;nbsp;obsess&amp;nbsp;over the style of his hair? I don&#39;t understand why, when looking into a crowd of Asian teens, they truly DO LOOK THE SAME. They all try mimic one style, have one style of hair with&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;slight variations. As if their life goal is to look like a cartoon anime character..... and their SAT scores xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I don&#39;t have any hair, so I can&#39;t really &quot;fashion it up&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/4875468290182643026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/asian-people-and-their-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4875468290182643026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4875468290182643026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/asian-people-and-their-hair.html' title='Asian People And Their Hair.........'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTOf7GHneK59CT5l8jZCatFf1uzCy7PmOrzYOr8FSi1PpksECnshnmLa1ilj9G7Hu-zSsLMOX9UJ29uYMmcSbcr3gQq5PkpiVl5vbheZIDXxug8qXFRnwRZRIirNJGvZ0QT3a_ybMx4Y/s72-c/LOL.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-4741336196719844654</id><published>2010-07-01T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:50:43.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The SAT is GAY... Part. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgYqsaY2KuBCBEUVUAzHHq13RgqxCLq9JYyoJWs4qlpUSVJ6tMxCA4zqU46YGPcwAKaovu8liLrFivcxqyTVpQUBrUFpF4mzLTa54PxX6dG8rvxBEqN0hr6c1cnQRLNMJGBhT7dZeBEU/s1600/SAT+is+shit.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgYqsaY2KuBCBEUVUAzHHq13RgqxCLq9JYyoJWs4qlpUSVJ6tMxCA4zqU46YGPcwAKaovu8liLrFivcxqyTVpQUBrUFpF4mzLTa54PxX6dG8rvxBEqN0hr6c1cnQRLNMJGBhT7dZeBEU/s200/SAT+is+shit.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;I &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;......... the PSAT......... the ACT......... the NMSQT.......... the IHAVENOLIFEEXCEPTSTUDYING-T........ If you don&#39;t know what any of this is, the SAT and its horrid companions are a national test that basically act as a strong influence in deciding what colleges you go to. And I&#39;d like to say that it&#39;s F9CK3D UP. It&#39;s not considered &quot;mandatory&quot; because no one is really forced &amp;nbsp;to take it, but if you don&#39;t ... then go don&#39;t go to college... but watevs...... If you&#39;re still like &quot;omg? wtf is this SAT you speak of?&quot;, here&#39;s a basic run through of what this piece of tihS is:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. There&#39;s 4 sections; the Math/Reading/Writing/Essay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Each section can get a max score of 800, and the &quot;perfect-I-have-no-life&quot; score is a 2400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. In the context of this &quot;society&quot; .... it basically determines how smart you are........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;d first off like to say how flawed this thing is.... the Math section doesn&#39;t really show &quot;wow, you have potential to do great in the future, or that what plan to major in doesn&#39;t involve math..... at all&quot;... but rather..... &quot;hey I like math..... therefore I&#39;ll get a better score.....&quot;. The Reading section doesn&#39;t show &quot;wow, you are very inquisitive and show a understanding of a passage&quot;, but rather &quot;hey I know this random @ss word, and I like to read everything fast and understand the surface of things..... therefore colleges see that I understand what line 42&#39;s general idea is....&quot;. The Writing section doesn&#39;t really show &quot;I live in a world where such things as spell check exists, and that writer&#39;s have such things as&amp;nbsp;publishers... o.0 that correct grammatical errors for a living&quot;... but rather &quot;hey I still remember what I learned in 3rd grade because schools don&#39;t teach grammar anymore&quot;. And last but not least, the Essay...... the most flawed and useless section of them all. It doesn&#39;t really show &quot;I possess the ability to write a eloquent paper or even book&quot;.... but rather &quot;hey I can write a b-s paper in less than 20 minutes! About a topic that has no relevance to anything, but still determines what college I go to! =]&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This test just isn&#39;t made for the &quot;general public&quot;, they don&#39;t understand that there are people out there that DESPISE math, and USE SPELL CHECK, TEND TO&amp;nbsp;OVER THINK&amp;nbsp;SOME THINGS and ENJOY WRITING ABOUT RELEVANT SHIT. And they don&#39;t show the fact that although a person may have gotten a perfect score, they&#39;re shy and seclusive to the people around them and don&#39;t really &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;play in impact in this world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In the mystic world of&amp;nbsp;Asian&amp;nbsp;people, your SAT scores determine whether you will be&amp;nbsp;successful&amp;nbsp;in life or not. Literally. Parents idolize other children that had perfect or near perfect scores........... but not the fact that they have no friends, and enjoy injecting heroin into their&amp;nbsp;forearms. But who carezzZ??? It&#39;s the SAT scores that matter most in life......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will continue this post in the near future............&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... thanks for reading !!.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I&#39;M DONE WITH THE SAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/4741336196719844654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/sat-is-gay-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4741336196719844654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4741336196719844654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/07/sat-is-gay-part-1.html' title='The SAT is GAY... Part. 1'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgYqsaY2KuBCBEUVUAzHHq13RgqxCLq9JYyoJWs4qlpUSVJ6tMxCA4zqU46YGPcwAKaovu8liLrFivcxqyTVpQUBrUFpF4mzLTa54PxX6dG8rvxBEqN0hr6c1cnQRLNMJGBhT7dZeBEU/s72-c/SAT+is+shit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-174835119307717399</id><published>2010-06-30T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:35:16.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia Is A RELIABLE SOURCE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBPhnXXtv1su5abKDNsQsJMKNwLT2NhUTV9sr2xA4Kg0SmxZm0Q3fa_1mj4vzhUuKUdyoweSw9hgSRdmkt0vWLfQjiHcL_mDLyqndG4Np1hXJ0pDs8Tm_-bZ72BGxkY0JlfcR6UYVioI/s1600/Wikipedia.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBPhnXXtv1su5abKDNsQsJMKNwLT2NhUTV9sr2xA4Kg0SmxZm0Q3fa_1mj4vzhUuKUdyoweSw9hgSRdmkt0vWLfQjiHcL_mDLyqndG4Np1hXJ0pDs8Tm_-bZ72BGxkY0JlfcR6UYVioI/s200/Wikipedia.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Today&#39;s post is going to be fairly short.... and if you haven&#39;t read the title....... it&#39;s about Wikipedia.... and contrary to what teachers call &quot;unreliable&quot; or &quot;not substantial&quot;, Wikipedia is &lt;b&gt;definitely reliable and substantial.&lt;/b&gt; To test this, I wikipedia-d &quot;World War II&quot;... and changed every date from 1942 into 2015..... Merely 3 MINUTES LATERZZZZZ........ it was changed back......... Which led into my conclusion that there are sad scholars out there that monitor this stuff..... preventing the information provided to be flawed. So why do teachers think Wikipedia is unreliable?&lt;br /&gt;
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1. They&#39;re jealous that when they were our age.... they still had to use textbooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Textbooks..... they want us to suffer and get paper cuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Some don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;acknowledge&amp;nbsp;that internet exists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4, &quot;Internet is the devil&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &quot;What is&amp;nbsp;Wikipedia?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. They&#39;re afraid we might learn something more than them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Having a book as a source just seems more legitimate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. 15 years ago, Wikipedia was not reliable... therefore/ergo/visa vie.... it is not now...... (logic &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;FAILURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; anyone??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. They&#39;re socialist&amp;nbsp;communists&amp;nbsp;that plan to take over the world via flawed teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. ..........&amp;nbsp;secretly............. they ARE&amp;nbsp;WIKIPEDIA!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG!!! AGHY!HDRT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most important reason why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;They don&#39;t want us to copy and paste our homework/projects/tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....... but then again......... if you&#39;re giving us stuff &quot;copy and paste&quot; worthy..... ur teaching style is&amp;nbsp;obviously&amp;nbsp;..... WRONGGGGGGG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/174835119307717399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/06/wikipedia-is-reliable-source.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/174835119307717399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/174835119307717399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/06/wikipedia-is-reliable-source.html' title='Wikipedia Is A RELIABLE SOURCE!!!'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBPhnXXtv1su5abKDNsQsJMKNwLT2NhUTV9sr2xA4Kg0SmxZm0Q3fa_1mj4vzhUuKUdyoweSw9hgSRdmkt0vWLfQjiHcL_mDLyqndG4Np1hXJ0pDs8Tm_-bZ72BGxkY0JlfcR6UYVioI/s72-c/Wikipedia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-1403006998372935670</id><published>2010-06-29T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:56:58.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis = Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rzIj26kV9tT05gX6gI_4gRqhrFNTNjCLrX8zFNvAkrYokeddv4xgivs7erL67KM2mrXJKpfi49kTkEPd4pZvVUSIilnah5oRbCBBV3eV4RHil-qkKStHuibh8jQ3MO0jEkbUNOpwm7k/s1600/tennis_money2_070831_mn.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rzIj26kV9tT05gX6gI_4gRqhrFNTNjCLrX8zFNvAkrYokeddv4xgivs7erL67KM2mrXJKpfi49kTkEPd4pZvVUSIilnah5oRbCBBV3eV4RHil-qkKStHuibh8jQ3MO0jEkbUNOpwm7k/s320/tennis_money2_070831_mn.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;So I play tennis in school right now, because my parents didn&#39;t allow me to play those &quot;cool kids sports&quot;. But you know what? I don&#39;t care..... cuz I don&#39;t need a sport to tell me if I&#39;m &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;kool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or not...... However, with many sports, to become better than others is to simply train and work hard. For example, in basketball, if you shoot 100 more&amp;nbsp;free throws&amp;nbsp;than another person who has&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;athletic&amp;nbsp;abilities&amp;nbsp;compared to you.... then you would no doubt be &amp;nbsp;better than him at&amp;nbsp;free throws. But what I hate about tennis, is that although hard work is essential, money decides who is better or worse. In basketball, you use one ball. In football, you use one ball. In soccer, you use one ball. In swimming, you use one pool. In ping pong, you use one table. In track, you use one track field. The list goes on and one, and the only difference that you may have from another athlete in these sports is perhaps the shoes and the athletic wear. But in tennis..... you use one court........ but about 10,000,000 + combinations of tennis strings and rackets that constantly change and upgrades. And to keep up this with this constant flow of improvements, the only way is to spend money $$$. What I mean is that you can buy one nice expensive racket, and in three years, the same racket but better comes out. So should you spend more money on the new racket? Or should you use the same one while others use the new and improved one around you? Speaking of rackets, the structure of a tennis racket is a frame with string weaved and tensioned....... simply put. But even with this tennis string, their are different levels of string that provide extra power/spin/control etc. But like all things, with better quality, comes a higher price. Furthermore, these tennis strings don&#39;t last forever, they break every once a month. So you would think that these simple little strings cost like a few bucks right? WRONG!!! One set of string for 1 racket..... costs about $25-75 (including stringing). So let&#39;s do the math here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Nice racket ($150) + String ($25x, x &amp;nbsp;being number of stringing times) + Shoes ($55) = &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;And equipment is only small portion of this inequality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;When you walk onto a tennis court, you can CLEARLY tell who is &quot;legit&quot; and who is &quot;recreational&quot;. Why? Because if you&#39;re a recreational player, the stroke techniques are completely off from what &quot;legit&quot; players consider standard. If you play for fun, most of the time, you merely wish to get the ball back over the net. But if you&#39;re &quot;legit&quot;.... not only are you REQUIRED to get the ball over the net... you have to consider WHERE you should hit, WHAT KIND OF SHOT you should hit, all while trying to PERFECT the shot itself. So how can this be done? The answer is very simple. You get a coach. Sure you can go online and look up &quot;tennis techniques&quot;, but there will always be SOMETHING wrong because you don&#39;t know for sure what is right and what is wrong. So at this point, you have spent a large sum of money for equipment, and now to be &quot;legit&quot; you hire a coach. The average cost for a 1 hour session with a professional coach is $50+ &amp;nbsp;Multiply&amp;nbsp;all of these&amp;nbsp;expenses&amp;nbsp;for a AT LEAST 3 years.... and BAM!!!! .......................... you might as well go buy a new car................. or a house......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Why 3 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Because if you&#39;re of the human race, then it takes time to mold what you find comfortable into what is considered right. And I fondly remember that there is a saying that goes &quot;money is time&quot;. If you&#39;re smart and work hard, then in 3 years, you techniques and strokes will be slowly developing into the &quot;legit&quot; player. But if you don&#39;t, then the expenses just keep on going up manzzzz...... You see, in basketball or football or any of those &quot;cool kids sports&quot; I don&#39;t believe that the expenses invested is anywhere near what tennis requires. True, you can go to those Training Camps or Athlete Programs.... but tennis has all of that. There is literally schools and schools that devote their entire purpose into molding tennis players from around the world. The 17th ranked world player and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;former world number 1 player who had won 3 grand slams, Maria Sharapova, spend her entire childhood in one of these camps. Her parents quit their jobs so that they could invest in her daughter for this very sport..... and I guess..... good&amp;nbsp;investment..... but that is 1 player out of millions and millions of players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;So moral of story?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t even try to become a&amp;nbsp;professional&amp;nbsp;tennis player. Don&#39;t take this sport to seriously, because tennis is money. And money is time. And unless you truly want to devote your life to this sport. Just have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/1403006998372935670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/06/tennis-money.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/1403006998372935670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/1403006998372935670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/06/tennis-money.html' title='Tennis = Money'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rzIj26kV9tT05gX6gI_4gRqhrFNTNjCLrX8zFNvAkrYokeddv4xgivs7erL67KM2mrXJKpfi49kTkEPd4pZvVUSIilnah5oRbCBBV3eV4RHil-qkKStHuibh8jQ3MO0jEkbUNOpwm7k/s72-c/tennis_money2_070831_mn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-453905297242504279</id><published>2010-06-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:22:41.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job REJECTION$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsS5aGG3ZmHXWr9Uh29GGzHgFp7BGnmc4Lr5MgxY28yw2focTzUFlXtnvytCt9CSMIw5ejX-E0o0qNSac5NvDpo97KXwOtMStcDXqsOgBXmoK6OWaxBKWj0bS6kupufVys2NzOTLMlWnw/s1600/Rejection+pic.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsS5aGG3ZmHXWr9Uh29GGzHgFp7BGnmc4Lr5MgxY28yw2focTzUFlXtnvytCt9CSMIw5ejX-E0o0qNSac5NvDpo97KXwOtMStcDXqsOgBXmoK6OWaxBKWj0bS6kupufVys2NzOTLMlWnw/s320/Rejection+pic.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn&#39;t it funny that during school, I manage to at least get 1 blog post a week done..... and now it&#39;s summer and I can&#39;t manage to even get 1 done a month? Who said&amp;nbsp;procrastination&amp;nbsp;was a bad thing in school? Anyways, I don&#39;t really have much to talk about besides talking about random stuff itself. And to start things off..... I hate summer....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You could be all like &quot;Oh Ma GOD? WAT? YOU FREAK! YOU HATE SUMMER?1?!?!&quot; I hate summer because although summer is truly the greatest time to have fun-z, about 75.13162124% of the time I&#39;m just sitting around at home.... playing games, watching some Te3VEe, stalking little kids on Facebook (just kidding). And to be honest, I&#39;d rather be at school, where I was forced to &lt;i&gt;do something useful&lt;/i&gt;. And it&#39;s not like I want to be in this situation, I applied to currently 18+ job locations around my city... yes... not neighborhood or area.... but city..... annddd................. they&#39;ve all &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;rejected&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me. Actually, they didn&#39;t actually reject me, they just never contacted me ever since I applied, and when I call them, they&#39;re all like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;Hello! (trying to sound happy and interested), I applied here a few weeks ago, and I&#39;m just calling to see whether I got accepted or not??!?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them: ....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them: &quot;uhhhhhhHhhHhHhhhhh.......... have you applied yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: =.= ........ Yes............... I have applied online...... using the internet........ from my computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them: Oh, well if we&#39;re hiring we&#39;ll call you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Well OBVIOUSLY IF YOU CALLED ME THEN THIS CALL WOULD NOT EXIST......... (&amp;lt;- ok I didn&#39;t really say that.... but I thought that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh.. really? (=.= .... just say you don&#39;t want me..... please....) ummm.... when will they call me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them: I don&#39;t know, my manager usually does that stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Ok I see.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them: Anything else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No, that&#39;s all, well thank you for hel- &lt;i&gt;they hang up&lt;/i&gt;.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways to keep this long and sad story short.... I&#39;m still looking for a job....... so that I don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;accidentally&amp;nbsp;brutally&amp;nbsp;murder myself from boredom at home.... And the moral of the story is?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; F&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/453905297242504279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/06/isnt-it-funny-that-during-school-i.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/453905297242504279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/453905297242504279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/06/isnt-it-funny-that-during-school-i.html' title='Job REJECTION$'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsS5aGG3ZmHXWr9Uh29GGzHgFp7BGnmc4Lr5MgxY28yw2focTzUFlXtnvytCt9CSMIw5ejX-E0o0qNSac5NvDpo97KXwOtMStcDXqsOgBXmoK6OWaxBKWj0bS6kupufVys2NzOTLMlWnw/s72-c/Rejection+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-4441384933332239171</id><published>2010-06-03T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:21:41.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Gangsta Rap Fa Sho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I got really bored in class the other day... so I decided to compose a fictional rap about my life. 98.824% of it is fake... so don&#39;t call child services er something.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I’m just the asian that lives down the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Mow’in his front lawn with his bare hands and feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I can’t afford to buy a mowing blade cuz I’m way too cheap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But education is my top priority cuz it’s good for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But there is one thing that I can ensure about me&lt;br /&gt;
Something you and I can both agree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;That I’m a trained ninja and can kill you in your sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;This is the system I live in that surrounds all I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I try to be different and I try to break free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But I can’t cuz I’m just not a straight up G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;So instead I’ll be a rebel and just to TCC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;But seriously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I’m just the average Asian boy with all A’s and 1 B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Get one C and you can just kill me, please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;If you don’t kill me, my parents will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Stuff me in a bag of glass shards and throw me down a hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I get cut by glass and I feel pain but can’t chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;This is punishment by my parents so they don’t give me the relieving pill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;So I’m still rolling and flying down the 9k feet hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;With a conscience overwhelmed by fear and thrill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Then I suddenly stop and I open my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I see a shining light that shines extremely bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;So I walk toward the light and what do I see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I see my entire life flashing before me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But to my surprise I do not see fun and happy suggestions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Instead of see mathematical functions, derivatives, and SAT questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Like what is p if 4z + y equals arithmetic progression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And other things that lend toward a dying depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And basically things that give this rap session aggression concession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And then do I realize that my life has been a waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Learning stuff and doing shit that fun does not relate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Suddenly I wake up and realize it was all a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And that I had just taken another nap in AP history period 3B, with the teacher now looking menacing at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But I really don’t care cuz it’s the end of the school year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I just want to go home, and not be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Drink beer, have no fear, for the Asian superman is finally here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Thanks fa reading... YO...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/4441384933332239171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/06/ma-gangsta-rap-fa-sho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4441384933332239171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4441384933332239171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/06/ma-gangsta-rap-fa-sho.html' title='Ma Gangsta Rap Fa Sho'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-4735367774520157616</id><published>2010-05-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:08:20.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Month #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnGP5Wr3RhF8SbQLARMfdJ82Jb34G4g8DQV_hLVfssaey9Ge-4Xvkkox2Nh2qeQyDFR1ZpUyn5LnrYU9zc39ROQyKSjo9LdjtvAIWLeUFeRGtxWpjCWnq-XPCVdevgfdOXIoM5VQRmms/s1600/IMAGE_088.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnGP5Wr3RhF8SbQLARMfdJ82Jb34G4g8DQV_hLVfssaey9Ge-4Xvkkox2Nh2qeQyDFR1ZpUyn5LnrYU9zc39ROQyKSjo9LdjtvAIWLeUFeRGtxWpjCWnq-XPCVdevgfdOXIoM5VQRmms/s400/IMAGE_088.jpg&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So this weekend, I attended this random church to hear a famous speaker. During the intermission, my bladder instructed me to use to restroom. And so I walk in, do the usual; look into the mirror, choose a toilet with at least one toilet in between me and another person, and then proceed to secrete the excess stream of a natural water faucet. After finishing, I&#39;m about to push the toilet lever down to flush the toilet... and I read &quot;Please Flush after Use!&quot; (and the translated version too!). What is this world coming to? When people have to tape&amp;nbsp;warnings signs&amp;nbsp;or notices that remind people to flush the toilet..... you know that alians are about to invade the world. Why would you&amp;nbsp;seriously&amp;nbsp;need to &lt;b&gt;remind people&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;flush a toilet&lt;/b&gt;? Isn&#39;t that common sense,&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;when your done alleviating &amp;nbsp;yourself into a public piece of machinery..... &amp;nbsp;you should at least bother to clean it away? It&#39;s like having a nice&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;with a friend, then accidentally sneezing a large blob of germs and saliva on his face, only then to continue on the&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;casually as if you don&#39;t notice the now shocked expression of your friend of whom is now covered in a layer of mucus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I understand people not mowing their front lawns, because they might not own a lawn. Or they might not have the physical&amp;nbsp;capabilities&amp;nbsp;to mow the lawn, or simply just hiring somebody to mow the lawn for them. But flushing a toilet? You can&#39;t not have a &quot;pee-pee&quot;, you can&#39;t &quot;not use the restroom&quot; (unless you&#39;re a FREAK), and you can&#39;t lack the physical&amp;nbsp;capabilities&amp;nbsp;as to press gently on a lever, or wave your hand over a sensor. And most ultimately, you can&#39;t hire somebody to flush a toilet for you after you pleasure yourself. Just think about it, would you like to walk to a toilet and be happily welcomed by a pool of yellow urine left as a gift by the person before you? If you don&#39;t flush a toilet when you&#39;re done, it&#39;s like a dog that poops along the side of a road, then waits for his master to pick his s*%$ up for him.... only you&#39;re the dog that lazily poops everywhere and waits for other&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;to flush after you. And that&#39;s just sick, and gross and wrong in every possible way. In a way, you&#39;re almost a hypocrite; because you must shower each day, brush your teeth, etc. in an attempt to have clean&amp;nbsp;hygiene. But then you leave urine and poop everywhere for other people... what&#39;s the point in being clean if you have other people cleaning your dirtiest &quot;productions&quot;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Moral of the story: flush the toilet please. Think of the trees; if everybody started to flush the toilets... you wouldn&#39;t have to have reminders that tell you to flush the toilet....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;***its was extremely&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;taking this picture.... people &amp;nbsp;behind me were&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;&quot;WTF is this guy taking a picture of a toilet for?? WHAT A WEEIIIRDOOOO!!!&quot;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Tanks for reading! Follow me blog or subscribe if you would like!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/4735367774520157616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-of-month-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4735367774520157616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/4735367774520157616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-of-month-2.html' title='Picture of the Month #2'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnGP5Wr3RhF8SbQLARMfdJ82Jb34G4g8DQV_hLVfssaey9Ge-4Xvkkox2Nh2qeQyDFR1ZpUyn5LnrYU9zc39ROQyKSjo9LdjtvAIWLeUFeRGtxWpjCWnq-XPCVdevgfdOXIoM5VQRmms/s72-c/IMAGE_088.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-5156359092413874627</id><published>2010-05-01T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:16:52.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need of Support</title><content type='html'>Today&#39;s blog is going to be a tad more solemn than my other posts. If you don&#39;t already know, I am going on a mission trip to Canada this summer to help spread the word there to those that have not&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;it yet, while also learning how to spread the word. The&amp;nbsp;following&amp;nbsp;is a letter I wrote to a few people in humble request of financial and moral support. If you would like to support my trip, there is a donate button on the right side of the blog to help&amp;nbsp;contribute. And if you do not feel an urge to, I ask of you to still provide prayer and loving support. Thank You.&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Dear ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m a rebel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m a dissenter, liberal, renegade, &lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;insurrectionist, heretic mutineer or any equivalent terminology that allows me to be against the flow of society. I’m a complete nonconformist to traditional doctrines or orthodox, I hate following the ways people find to be “acceptable” and I loathe the typical stereotypes bestowed upon me before birth. Essentially, if you were to say “that’s like finding a needle in a haystack”, I’d like to be that one single strand of hay that is discolored and at discontent with the others. If you didn’t truly know me, characteristics of this personality would at one point or another stand out. To those oblivious to my true nature, I’m generally labeled as an “immature adolescent” that likes to talk loud in places that are deemed to be quiet. I enjoy the exasperated looks teacher’s give when they ask “does everyone agree”, and I’m the one that boldly raises my hand to logically argue how I disagree. Sometimes, when reading something controversially or blatantly obvious in terms of moral standards, I would argue why their logic is wrong or flawed. So judge me, am I considered anything but bad and what some adults refer to as “being mature”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;So by the time you’re reading this very sentence you’re wondering “so what did that have to do with &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; of the sincerity to the request of mission trip giving?” Well to begin, I’d like to set aside a portion of your time to inform you of my personality and opinions. But you may think “David claims he’s a rebel, isn’t that a bad thing? Why is he informing me of all this negativity?” And the thing is, it’s true to say that a rebel is often regarded as something negative or detrimental to our path of living a righteous life. However, aren’t we all rebels towards Christ? In God’s eyes, we are the ones that raise our arms in question to his power, his authority, and ultimately, his everlasting love. There is absolutely not a time in your life when you haven’t complained “God, why? Why did this happen? Where are you when I need you most?” Don’t we all find ourselves doing absurd actions when angry? Isn’t anger itself a complete contradiction to the teachings of love, which we all should live by? And isn’t living a life against moral doctrines itself rebellious in nature? You see, I admit I’m a rebel, and you may have to. But what about those who still live a complete life rebelling and constantly testing the mercy of God? As Christians who strive to live a holy and hallowed life. Don’t they to deserve the chance to admit themselves as rebels of God?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;In another sense, though we are rebels against the mercy of God. On earth and in society, we are God’s holy rebels against the forces of sin and evil. We are his beloved soldiers saved by loving grace to fight against the influences of sin, and to carry forth the message of liberty and salvation. But like soldiers on a battle field, we need the constant supply of daily living and support. What is a soldier without adequate training and preparation for war? Is he soldier? Or is he just another person wishing to become God’s soldier while crumbling into the fire of sin?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;I am soldier for and of God. I humbly thank Christ to allow me to be born into a household of love and to be set on a path of correct morals. But while living a holy life is vital to fight against negative influences of this world. Spreading the message or helping the development of other soldiers may only further strengthen the bond we have with Christ. Though obligatory, I find that spreading the message of God may not only strengthen my relationship with God, but to help others struggling. While hopefully learning and constantly growing with God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;That is why I ask of my brothers and sisters, like that of the soldier, to supply me with prayer and love to fulfill this task for God. However, in a world were money predestines actions. I humbly ask of the financial supplement needed to effectively carry forth this calling. According to James 2: 15-16, Christ says “If a brother or sister is without clothing and in need of daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and be filled,” and yet you do not give them what is necessary for their body, what use is that?”. In my current state of life, I am a fellow brother not only lacking the financial help needed, but also the courage and strength required. Like the verse says, I am without clothing and food, but with the loving support of you and other Christians; such worldly values cannot obstruct the spirit to live for God. Thank You and May God bless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Sincerely,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;David Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So I was at the book store BORDERS the other day, and while bored I wandered into the children&#39;s section to check out what books were now specially written for children. While walking around, I suddenly found this book (above). My first response was like &quot;weird looking kid as cover....&quot;.... then I read the title and was like &quot;WHOAA WTFF?!?!?!?!? IS THIS REAL??&quot;. What kind of outrageous &lt;b&gt;government&amp;nbsp;bull !@%^&amp;nbsp;propaganda&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is this!?!? So what do I do? I take my phone out and take a picture of this fecal substance. Just look at it, the title, which is considered to have a very lasting impression, reads ....&quot;Books make me Happy&quot;. Now look at the picture of the kid&amp;nbsp;himself&amp;nbsp;portrayed&amp;nbsp;in the picture. First of all, how high must have the artist who drew it been? He looks like a&amp;nbsp;psycho-maniac ax&amp;nbsp;murderer&amp;nbsp;pedophile&amp;nbsp;who escaped from a genetically altering&amp;nbsp;asylum only to be handed books by a random author... taken a picture of ... and thrown on a book with a title of &quot;Books make me Happy&quot;.&amp;nbsp;Additionally, this book was placed on a special shelf, to draw more attention to customers. But what kind of impact would this book have on a kid innocently&amp;nbsp;walking&amp;nbsp;around the bookstore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Kid: *walking around the bookstore*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Book: *sitting there on shelf*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Kid: &quot;B-b-b books M-m-makes Me H-h-happy&quot;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Kid: BOOKS MAKE ME HAPPY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Kid: *chants to himself*.... books make me happy.... books make me happy..... books make me happy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;*at school the next day*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Teacher: So kids, what makes you happ-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Kid: *finishing teacher&#39;s question blurts out* BOOKS MAKE ME HAPPY FOOOOOL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;What makes it even more outrageous is the fact that on the shelf right above that book, theres a couple of books that ironically read &quot;Wreck This Journal&quot;..... Okay, so now I&#39;m looking at a freak book that&#39;s titled &quot;Books Make Me Happy&quot;... only then to read the book above that reads &quot;Wreck This Journal&quot;. Sooooo..... I&#39;m happy enough about reading to shred what I just read into pieces? ..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And this is what is being sold at bookstores near you! Thank You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Follow Me Blog!.... and I will show you the way of life. Not really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/3087671401918191789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-of-month.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/3087671401918191789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/3087671401918191789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-of-month.html' title='Picture of the Month #1'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAB-C1GTexJSYCNI_6EDaS8dNuUUoiye6LK2D_-CrsTvN3oltUeDcGURoBRriZ4KkZ9fzXu-HG9C0tySNcSAJKzIH4R7KqqbMj3A3iQkb3SM6kS2n_F8lak7E7E4BPfAyQEc7OfxG-kQ/s72-c/IMAGE_074.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-790071615447533209</id><published>2010-04-26T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:25:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Society&quot; Used In Context?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KHL5DNFm78NKrUIuiV275_pN5ZQhw5o8Q0kH34UwLQdVOTaCInZY32UIyp8LuIo6Q7Fma3HMc62mFH0BPdLbTuVLIc2aN6ilv4SQJLV1BPV4tAvDUYFKDQQdGk3z34my6MefMHHzGTQ/s320/confusion.jpg&quot; width=&quot;249&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so I&#39;ve been wondering deeply about something that&#39;s been on my mind for the past couple of days. The term &quot;society&quot;. This term is ubiquitous in every form of paper or writing and speech to address synonyms of &quot;this world&quot;, &quot;our lives&quot;, etc. But like similiar terms, I find that using society in whatever context of our work seems strange and confusing. I am profoundly dazzled by the fact of how I, David Wei, am part of this &quot;society&quot; of what I and many people write about. Because if sombody was to write (or speak), let&#39;s say, a form of encouragement or persuasion. This somebody might use &quot;Don&#39;t follow the ways of society! Follow your own heart!&quot;. Well unless this somebody was not of this world, the term &quot;society&quot; would also refer to them as well; hence concluding that this somebody is&amp;nbsp;hypocritical&amp;nbsp;in what they claim and say.&lt;br /&gt;
If not already baffling enough, another example may be if I was to boldly say &quot;I hate how society is these days&quot;. Of course in clear&amp;nbsp;conscious&amp;nbsp;of what that meant, the statement is very normal and sincere. However, because I myself am part of this &quot;society&quot; that I speak of; I&#39;m basically saying that : &quot;I hate myself these days&quot;. Now I don&#39;t know about you reader, but the statements &quot;I hate how society is these days&quot; compared to &quot;I hate myself these days&quot; are completely different. Because one is speaking of a dislike toward the public, while the other is directed toward myself (or himself... whatever), all because of the literal usage of &quot;society&quot;. In addition to this already mind blowing (personal opinion) realization, is that even if, lets say, I claim that I&#39;m not part of this &quot;society&quot;. Well if all of us who are writing of this &quot;society&quot; deny ourselves to be part of this &quot;society&quot;, then who in freak are we&amp;nbsp;referring&amp;nbsp;&quot;society&quot; to be??? It&#39;s funny&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;lets says I am writing something about society, and a person I don&#39;t even know of is writing of a&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;same thing. Then that means, we each are&amp;nbsp;referring&amp;nbsp;to each other as part of the &quot;society&quot; we write about, even though we ourselves deny to be part of it since we are the ones writing&amp;nbsp;against&amp;nbsp;it (&quot;it&quot; being not part of the &quot;society&quot; discussed). But then think about it, if I was to use the earlier statement &quot;I hate how society is these days&quot;, then in normal terms, I&#39;m practically trying to say that I am not satisfied with a particular thing people or &quot;society&quot; is doing. But then that very same statement will be twisted if say another person says or writes a&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;thing, again referring you to be part of the &quot;society&quot; hated. It&#39;s then funny again, because in way, a person that you don&#39;t even know... hates you.....and you hate him...... even though yall (yes I used yall) are on&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;terms&amp;nbsp;referring&amp;nbsp;to the &quot;other people&quot; that you both find hate to.&amp;nbsp;Furthermore, the &quot;other people&quot; that yall now find a dislike to (even though yall are&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;not on the same terms) may include people that to find a&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;dislike to what yall are&amp;nbsp;essentially&amp;nbsp;disliking. But because of this perplexed usage of &quot;society&quot;, everyone that is true and&amp;nbsp;corresponding&amp;nbsp;to each other in terms of opinions, are actually not. Resulting in a huge mess of people hating each other, while the initial disliked group of people that actualyl are the ones reffered to as &quot;society&quot; can be&amp;nbsp;questioned&amp;nbsp;to as if they are actually to or not to be disliked and hated.&lt;br /&gt;
Now that is what I go through on a normal basis..... call me a freak..... or insane. But in truth, if you actually think about it hard enough, all of that seems to make sense (at least to me), somehow. Well that&#39;s all I have for this time. Once again I&#39;d like to thank those that read my blog. And this time, comment because I&#39;m interested in what your opinions are. Because right now.... I feel like a complete&amp;nbsp;psycho&amp;nbsp;freak.&lt;br /&gt;
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and btw, if you&amp;nbsp;haven&#39;t&amp;nbsp;noticed.... this blog is shorter than the one I claimed to be short... that turned out quite&amp;nbsp;lengthy&amp;nbsp;lol....&lt;br /&gt;
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When you&#39;re at your computer and bored, what do you usually do? Maybe play some games? Or chat with some friends? Regardless, we all can admit that at one point or another, YouTube seems to be a consistent&amp;nbsp;source of entertainment. With the endless amount (literally.... endless) of video comedy, drama, action, blogging, the&amp;nbsp;possibilities&amp;nbsp;of the preferable genre choices are substantial to satisfy any extremity of boredom. But in terms of the actual&amp;nbsp;tendency&amp;nbsp;to watch a certain video, it is possible to say that many of us tend to watch the one with the most stars or greatest amount of views. For example if you look up... &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;how to grow wings and fly&lt;/span&gt;, and about a thousand plus videos show up, do you watch the video listed as number 3,813? Or do you prefer to glance over the top 5 videos, then select the one most&amp;nbsp;appealing&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;terms&amp;nbsp;of stars and viewers? Well the thing is, it&#39;s not our fault, the highly regarded videos are highly regarded for a reason; their simply more entertaining to watch compared to others. And as pursuers of fine entertainment, we eventually find ourselves watching them, whether we notice that trend or not. Most of the time, if a certain YouTuber made a video extremely appealing to you, then usually, his entire line of produced video will seem appealing to you. However, what I hate most is that the more famous a YouTuber gets, the more &lt;i&gt;suck-ier&lt;/i&gt; the videos gets. And as a pursuer of fine entertainment, I loathe that fact. And that is what I will be talking about in this blog today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m going to use one example that I find to be the&amp;nbsp;epitome&amp;nbsp;of this descending suckage of YouTubing skills: KevJumba. If you haven&#39;t watched any of his videos, it&#39;s quite funny and entertaining. He talks about facts in a way that makes you go LOL, and for that, I respect him as a YouTuber and as a human. But then, more people like me began to watch his videos and subscribe to his channel, and soon enough, he was regarded as a famous YouTuber. And from there on, his videos has been worser and worser by every click of his video editing. Earlier as a normal YouTuber and individual like you and me, his videos as a average high schooler appealed greatly to me simply because the things he talked about, and the prose in which he presented it. Now as a famous YouTuber not only has he completely lost track of the essence that originally made him famous, he&#39;s trying to conform to viewers and the YouTube society as the average &quot;Video Blogger&quot;, which I hate. Because in sense, I watch the videos because of its austere and authentic humor, but now, he unnaturally tries to emphasis humor in a way that leaves you responding &quot;eh&quot; to the vast majority of his recent videos. However that is still not the major reason, as a famous YouTuber, KevJumba like many other famous YouTuber&#39;s now feel like it&#39;s their duty to appeal to the public as a humorous, nice, or witty character. But truthfully, the old rugged biasness and genuine humor is what appealed to me, far greater than what the person actually may be in character. Because once again as pursuers of fine entertainment,&amp;nbsp;entertainment enacted through the performer is what we seek, not the&amp;nbsp;performer&amp;nbsp;itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another side I have been noticing is the fact that when a YouTuber begins to become well known in the YouTube society; they either create a separate and new channel to document the more &quot;realistic and natural&quot; side of their lives, or a channel raising money for &quot;charity&quot; by the view or donation. For example a famous YouTube group Smosh has created a new channel IanH to document their more personal life. Although it may sound strange, and question &quot;David why would they create a new channel to document their natural life when their original YouTube channel was already their natural life?&quot; It all comes clear when you find out, that their &quot;original&quot; channel now has a set of directors and producers, and audio engineers, and prop artists....... WTF would a YouTuber need such high level of performing when what essentially made them famous was the unpolished, almost pristine nature of their normal and average life? Or furthermore, WTF would you need script, specially written by a screenwriter in your videos.......??? I want to hear your&amp;nbsp;dialogging, your thoughts and humorous insights, not the frikin screenwriter&#39;s..... Now talking about the second choice of famous bloggers, YouTuber&#39;s like that of KevJumba have created a&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;YouTube channel to raise money (JumbaFund).... simply because he knows that people would ignorantly watch a thing, because he is famous, and &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; funny. And sooner or later, those famous YouTuber&#39;s completely ignore their old channels, simply because now you have one with a flow of income, I mean &quot;charity money&quot;. It peeves me, that such great YouTuber&#39;s with such limitless potential all seem to end up in the same pile of horse poop. It&#39;ll be like me if this blog was to become super-ultra famous one day (highly not likely), and soon because it was that famous.... it wasn&#39;t even me writing anymore.... just me pressing &quot;publish post&quot;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end blog today, I would like to thank those that&amp;nbsp;manage&amp;nbsp;to read all the way to this sentence. It means a lot to me when people are reading my work (perhaps commenting.... no pressure). Because then I know that I&#39;m not insane when I know that I&#39;m not the only person reading this blog.....Which is a good thing.&amp;nbsp;I recently added a subscribe thing so that if you follow my blog and subscribe, you now get an email when something new comes out... yea!&amp;nbsp;And to remind you all again.... please feed the fish at the bottom of the page!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Okay..... If you haven&#39;t noticed the title, I&#39;m going to keep blog fairly short today, which may or many not be a good thing. Anyways (anyways = favorite word/transition), I&#39;ve been noticing the practice of becoming vegetarian quite frequent among schoolmates and fellow peers. I don&#39;t understand why people would suddenly choose to stop eating delicious meat (AKA the Blood of Man, AKA the Holy Grail, AKA Man&#39;s Best Friend, AKA the AKA.....) after eating meat enjoyably for many years. I would ask them, &quot;so do you like to eat a nice juicy, well flavored, seasoned steak?&quot; And they would be like, &quot;yeaaa but it&#39;s soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wrong to kill cows..........&quot;. Of course they didn&#39;t say it like that, but roughly reworded&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;to that. And I thought to myself, first of all, your not a Muslim or something, so &amp;nbsp; how could you possibly be so ignorant as to miss out on the world&#39;s best choice of food? Second of all, what will you replace beautiful, glorious meat for? Beans? Tofu? Grass? Store- bought grass? Organic grass? Backyard grass? Third-ly, what do you think cows were made for!?!?!? To look at as a beautiful animal (like a unicorn) or to raise as a pet? No, cows were made for one thing, and one thing only. To be killed, smoked, roasted, grilled, baked, and&amp;nbsp;barbecued&amp;nbsp;into something that goes into the hole on your face that contains teeth. &amp;nbsp;And lastly, you need meat in your life whether you care to acknowledge that or not. For example, have you seen the first Twilight movie (don&#39;t judge me just because I watched the Twilight movie)? Remember that one part where that freak vampire Edward said something like &quot;it&#39;s sorta like eating meat, you can be vegetarian, but you feel like you&#39;re missing something&quot;. Well, if you&amp;nbsp;haven&#39;t&amp;nbsp;seen the movie, he&#39;s human-blood-atarian, which means that he basically eats meat that doesn&#39;t contain human blood.... cuz he&#39;s a vampire.... So instead, he eats deers................ But that&#39;s not the point, the point is that can you see what it did to him to not eat what he truly needs and desires? He, or it, turns into a human figurine of sparkling diamonds when he&#39;s in the sun, and pale and skinny snowman looking when he&#39;s not. I truly believe that the people who wrote and directed the movie implemented this as&amp;nbsp;symbolism&amp;nbsp;directed at the foolish people out there blindly choosing to be vegan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Meat is amazing. Period. Think of all the delicious, savoring dishes that contain meat. Yea, they all contain meat, and if they don&#39;t, then it&#39;s not food but rather &quot;nutritious supplements&quot;. Sure people can be all like &quot;eating meat does this or that to you&quot;, or &quot;eating meat can help you become this or that&quot;. And for the sake of this blog, I went to Google and searched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;why be vegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;? The third website listed quotes these as a reason; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;From the website:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://library.thinkquest.org/20922/why_vegan.htm&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;http://library.thinkquest.org/20922/why_vegan.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(#3 posted on&amp;nbsp;Google)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, becoming a vegan doesn&#39;t mean that you suddenly become super slim and healthy. No, it means that you&#39;re not eating meat, cuz your a sad lonely vegan. If you wanted to &quot;lower cholesterol and blood pressure, less use of medication, avoiding surgery, and feeling and looking great&quot;, it may be something mind blowing, but it&#39;s a &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; special program called Eat-Less-And-Work-Out. Becoming a vegan will not help you if you&#39;re still eating a lot, instead it will further deprive you of you crave, making you more fat and&amp;nbsp;unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you&#39;re a vegan and reading this, PLEASE DO NOT BE OFFENDED. I&#39;m just trying to help you. Trying to put you on the right path of life. Essentially, trying to help your life, become happier and more fruitful. And lastly, thank you for reading this blog!...................... and be sure to feed the fish at the very bottom of the page. They to are hungry.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/708737129563091489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/04/keepin-things-short.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/708737129563091489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/708737129563091489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/04/keepin-things-short.html' title='Keep&#39;N Things Short'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXY5G5sqzAKRP_7VGu2C1U9zIyUP5nCqlAS50Oxw9HR7tCmyzIosxZHjZR-4vnLpGBNeEmza9WS-r8nxjXDZqZujgfIV4-TP7HhINrdQZxJ0KHY6-YtLNwF6x7wpaMR8voEMzXR6e79w/s72-c/TG-0751P-l.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-6150745523866766108</id><published>2010-04-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:29:47.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Be a Jerk Doctor Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0000ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, a few days ago I went to visit my dermatologist to deal with the medical condition commonly known as pimples (I prefer to use the denotation pimples instead of acne, because acne simply just sounds gross. “Acne”, it sounds similar to a Russian name, like Youzhev Acne…….. er something). To this very day, I don’t truly know why God allowed such pestering things to develop and grow on the faces of innocent, beautiful teens all around the world. Maybe God didn’t allow this to happen? Since God is a God of love, and since a loving and caring God would not like to see disrupt and unease in his creation… maybe, just maybe… pimples are the creation of the devil, unknown to the presence of God. But what would have been the reason for the devil to create such a disastrous thing? Maybe… it was because Mr. Satan himself had it as a “minor defect from imperfection” as a child. Or maybe, pimples are a symbol to remind us of the fight against the forces of evil.... by buying cleansers and medical supplements to rid of such things, again symbolizing the need of a religion denomination. However, this blog post is not about pimples, nor the theological history of pimples in my own perspective. Instead, it is about the dermatologist himself… dun dun dun!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you’ve never been to a dermatologist, it’s very similar to a normal doctor’s check-up. You drive to the hospital or clinic, sign in, wait, get called in, wait some more, keep waiting until the doctor comes, nurse comes in to tell you “the doctor will be here momentarily”, doctor does not come “momentarily”, wait some more… and as soon as you decide to lay down for a small nap on their little bed thing; the doctor comes in. But when my so called doctor came in, I noticed something on his name tag that questioned me. It read “Nurse Practitioner” instead of the usual “Md., PhD, etc.” meaning that this “doctor” I had paid money for was a nurse. Wait, not a nurse, a “Nurse Practitioner”. So I thought “It’s all cool, calm down, he’s got the skills to provide the right pills yo, no worries”. But instead of acting like a “Nurse Practitioner” should, he acted as if he was the doctor, as if he went through the 10 plus years of hell in medical school…. Since this was a dermatologist focusing on the face, you would suspect a “professional” to actually diagnose you, according to your face. But no, he didn’t even look at my face, but rather at the plastic clipboard made from China which he mistakenly took as my face. He would be like “mhm… yes. Ok. Oh?... I see. Mhm”, while I would be sitting on the chair looking at the clipboard replacing what used to be his face, before the prestigious level of “Nurse Practitioner” was heavenly bestowed upon him. In the end, I got what I needed. End of story. While the actual knowledge of the “Nurse Practitioner” may have been sufficient in diagnosing my minor pimple condition, I still would have appreciated it if his outwardly pose would have been more caring. Moral of the story; if you’re a kid or college student aspiring to become a doctor whether forced by tyrannical parents or because of the stable career it provides... Take note that when becoming a licensed doctor of any field, please care to at least seem interested in your patient’s problem. It means a lot to the patient if you don’t treat him like a toy you get from a McDonald’s happy meal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now if you’re actually a doctor because you TRULY want to help people regardless the influence of society… actually I will talk about this next time =]. As for this blog, thanks for reading! And if would like to comment… DON’T!!!!!! Just kidding, feel free to comment. Actually I hate having to say stuff like “feel free to comment… yea!” because it makes it feel as if I’m begging you to read this stuff and respond. Or like those people that spam “Read my blog, and be sure to comment!” on Facebook every few hours. No with me, if you feel like you just want to unleash the verbal rhetoric of emotions dwelling deep inside you about my blog, do it. I find all comments whether positive nor negative, satisfying, in a strange way...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/6150745523866766108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-be-jerk-doctor-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/6150745523866766108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/6150745523866766108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-be-jerk-doctor-please.html' title='Don&#39;t Be a Jerk Doctor Please'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgf3fThjsR4-Qghft6TFfzvD1OTVbRsYqwc7U4WTFps_Ysr6hJXCkDy-SVt67EZcmONpGivs78J2S9APQrdbEa9kM-by5wNM0F6W6-SVm_fUjPGwibcD5FSDW6_QghX8lQJ4bq31q82-A/s72-c/doctors-postmortem.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-2628730155405166547</id><published>2010-02-17T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:29:58.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make- Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeGW2VEkCS6USEmltNk3iWSu_w3tOCtm4roBKqWYTaS9LQoIibb8iI8sILqVFrYQlTw3sZHoAqCbd5aWU8a33zUNL2MjODslAKknGZ4MGEKLe_nNGbxFjuifWt-C9SB4zsuyeAPSml_Q/s1600-h/nr4.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439304853383779074&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeGW2VEkCS6USEmltNk3iWSu_w3tOCtm4roBKqWYTaS9LQoIibb8iI8sILqVFrYQlTw3sZHoAqCbd5aWU8a33zUNL2MjODslAKknGZ4MGEKLe_nNGbxFjuifWt-C9SB4zsuyeAPSml_Q/s320/nr4.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 233px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 196px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;For the past weeks, I went on my blog to write something because I felt obligated to write something that I felt obligated to write…. But then I realized that a blog is simply an oasis to write freely about whatever I felt like; meaning that the duration between new blogs is directly proportional to the inspiration and willingness to write something. So today, I fee like writing something, something that will solve world hunger…. forever…. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;Anyways, just recently at school, I looked at a group of girls and wondered “I wonder what they look like without make-up.” I don’t know about every girl out there, but to me, a little mascara here and some face powder er whatever it’s called there and you can completely change the facial appearance of an individual. So then this started to get me thinking; what if all of the woman and girls of the world stopped using make-up? Wait, let me restate that, what if make- up was never invented or created? Random reader that I don’t know, do you realize the significance and impact such a thing would have on today’s society? First of all, we wouldn’t really have businesses to market these products (since they don’t exist), and that would lead to a chain of other non existent businesses that directly profit from the initial business itself. For example, let’s say _______ (I don’t know any make-up brand) was never created; well then, the business that creates the products would never exist. Without those businesses having something to produce, they would probably never exist. And without much of these large businesses all in the competition of creating newer and better cosmetics, the media itself would completely change; showing what people truly look like, and discerning true beauty from “fake beauty”. This would probably eliminate people that are famous for their distinct style, highly influenced by their make-up style. For example, let’s take the individual …. Lady Gaga. Take the appearance of her, and mentally imagine her without any make- up, a tamed normal pony tail and wearing a normal blue colored blouse instead of her normal sexually provocative clothing. What do you see? Well I don’t know about you, but I see a history teach for some reason…. o.0? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;So one day, I had a mini experiment with this concept of mine; I announced to girls that “Tuesday is no make-up day”. And unsurprisingly I was replied with very steadfast and emotional replies of simply “no!” or “impossible!” or “uhhhhhh………….. no”. So what does this prove?! This experiment of mine can be interpreted as many intriguing questions that I now wonder over;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;1. Are girls/woman that &quot;embarrassed&quot; or &quot;ashamed&quot; of their true looks in public?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;2. Does make-up provide a sort of &quot;barrier&quot; or &quot;shield&quot; to conceal their true identity and feelings?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;3. Can make-up alter the way some people think or act?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;4. Why do some girls wear make-up and some don&#39;t?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;5. Is the influence of wearing make-up solely based on the media?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;6. If you are a girl that wears make-up currently reading this; If everybody stopped wearing make-up, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Comment Ignorant Fool!!!!!!!!!! No jk jk jk jk jk jk, feel free to comment. =].&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/2628730155405166547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/02/normal-0-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/2628730155405166547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/2628730155405166547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/02/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title='Make- Up?'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeGW2VEkCS6USEmltNk3iWSu_w3tOCtm4roBKqWYTaS9LQoIibb8iI8sILqVFrYQlTw3sZHoAqCbd5aWU8a33zUNL2MjODslAKknGZ4MGEKLe_nNGbxFjuifWt-C9SB4zsuyeAPSml_Q/s72-c/nr4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-6088601357931139331</id><published>2010-02-01T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:30:06.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps At School???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOu1L-cDzcO2Dhz3ohw7LSbMqNsabepLeU-7Bv7RLdDH6HDdyMonX5jAZbgChdNysc-av_rZOcQlPAgb1IDwWPTjPFHCmxy2Ex0v3-MqcUgOrREZewP1-y4FkY-54AN_QRpqutShUs1Q/s1600-h/news-naps1_t350.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433858269139166994&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOu1L-cDzcO2Dhz3ohw7LSbMqNsabepLeU-7Bv7RLdDH6HDdyMonX5jAZbgChdNysc-av_rZOcQlPAgb1IDwWPTjPFHCmxy2Ex0v3-MqcUgOrREZewP1-y4FkY-54AN_QRpqutShUs1Q/s320/news-naps1_t350.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 196px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 265px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Remember when you were a little toddler in whatever school toddler&#39;s go to, and after a nice lunch you would take out your mat.... and take a small nap (hey that rhymes)? Well, wouldn&#39;t it be sweet if high school-ers and middle school-ers, even elementary school-ers still had that special time once a day to simply take a nap? BUT wouldn&#39;t it even be even more sweeter, If the old, useless and unresponsive school district(s) actually implemented naps once a day even if it called for adding 1 extra hour of school? It doesn&#39;t even have to be once a day, a simple every other day would do the job. As students, parents, and even teachers, can you realize the endless amounts of possibilities and improvements a simple nap could have? There would be more responsive learning, and a generally more lively and alert group of students. Wouldn&#39;t it be great if a teacher had students that was a lot more interested and focused on what the teacher was teaching? From personal experience, when one begins to put his or her head down during the middle of class, it not because the teacher&#39;s lecture is boring, but because WE&#39;RE FRIKIN TIRED! If I was this Admin person with powers to change the school system, I would outline a day of a students around this general plan:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Come to School&lt;br /&gt;
2. Do whatever &quot;school stuff does&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
3. Lunch&lt;br /&gt;
4. NAP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
5. Recess/ Exercise&lt;br /&gt;
6. More School Stuff&lt;br /&gt;
7. ...... More School Stuff&lt;br /&gt;
8. Day ends and go home&lt;br /&gt;
You see how I strategically placed &quot;Recess/ Exercise&quot; right after &quot;Lunch&quot;? Well that&#39;s because it serves a vital importance. You see, after a student eats his lunch, the student often feels a feeling of drowsiness and laziness to do anything. So then BOOM! You give him the nap instead of a lecture, whoever wants to take a nap can sleep for maybe a 30 min. to 1 hour, and any one that can&#39;t can just lay down and relax. Then after nap time is done, BOOM! you vitalize the student back again with Exercising and Recess. After all that, BOOM! the student now is probably feeling energetic and fully alert from the nap... and ready to learn. Now there are probably tons of flaws in this &quot;general outline&quot; of mine, but going past that. Hopefully you can see the importance and potential a nap has. And who knows, maybe this simple nap can completely change the lives of many.&lt;br /&gt;
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A hypothetical situation and effect of a school nap:&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: How was school today.... George?&lt;br /&gt;
George: ....... like...... TOTALLY AWESOME!!! I learned sooooooooo much stuff today!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: Well, my, my, I&#39;m awfully glad I agreed to allowing those school naps ;)&lt;br /&gt;
George: I&#39;m happy too!! I&#39;m going to go up to my room now and do homework and advanced physics!&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: No advanced physics tonight honey.&lt;br /&gt;
George: But mom......... I love learning!&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: George, as a third grader. I want you to keep up with what you are learning, and nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;
George:..................... well you&#39;re just a noob then.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/6088601357931139331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/02/naps-at-school.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/6088601357931139331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/6088601357931139331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/02/naps-at-school.html' title='Naps At School???'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOu1L-cDzcO2Dhz3ohw7LSbMqNsabepLeU-7Bv7RLdDH6HDdyMonX5jAZbgChdNysc-av_rZOcQlPAgb1IDwWPTjPFHCmxy2Ex0v3-MqcUgOrREZewP1-y4FkY-54AN_QRpqutShUs1Q/s72-c/news-naps1_t350.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062755758738596706.post-8347810007569926333</id><published>2010-01-31T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:30:12.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying foundations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFKXL6H69j3ccPeVA26leuNysVxul1oVbNYcw2yekJQitNQdWjz8NPqtB452dfYg72pLxUp_42hCkxNK7li0VG8YSzvsajcOPwl8CV7s2MkHt3nHT0hB_o-709gVDILn2F5TZscvWgYQ/s1600-h/smile.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433862521584510834&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFKXL6H69j3ccPeVA26leuNysVxul1oVbNYcw2yekJQitNQdWjz8NPqtB452dfYg72pLxUp_42hCkxNK7li0VG8YSzvsajcOPwl8CV7s2MkHt3nHT0hB_o-709gVDILn2F5TZscvWgYQ/s320/smile.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 182px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 274px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Well.... this is my first blog that I have ever started. Probably that statement before this had been said numerous amounts of time on numerous amounts of blogs, that perhaps to an extent that people who read it probably start to care less about whether this is first blog or not. But regardless, I will still write that because it is the truth, regardless of what you or any others think (in a positive way). Anyways, to be truthful, I found the inspiration to start blogging after watching the recent movie Julia &amp;amp; Julia.  I don&#39;t know why many teens of my current age believe that movie to be &quot;gay&quot; or &quot;boring&quot;, but I believe it to be quite interesting and fun to watch. In a matter of fact, I was quite drawn to the movie to not leave the movie half way through playing. At this point of writing, I am starting to feel a little off track from what I originally wanted to write about (hence the title &quot;Laying Foundations&quot;), but I feel that as a blogger now, I do not have to stick to the boring &quot;thesis statements&quot; or even have to write anything about what the title says. In a matter of fact, I can put the title as &quot;Solving poverty in one night&quot; and write completely about how I did not like the taste of pizza from a particular restaurant. Which now leads me to thinking, if we all did not stick to the typical grammatical sentence structures and started @ll wr!t!ng likes dis, then perhaps... this will be the next step into a new age of grammar. But then again, people will start writing maybe @#$^@#$@ like that, starting a new generation beyond the generation ()f d!$. Well, now that I have completely fallen off topic, I will end this blog today. In hopes that another one will be written soon. =] Balla !!!......... Sorry, I&#39;m not a baller, as a matter of fact, I am horrible at basketball. But what if &quot;Balla&quot; refered to something else......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/feeds/8347810007569926333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/01/laying-foundations.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/8347810007569926333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062755758738596706/posts/default/8347810007569926333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/01/laying-foundations.html' title='Laying foundations'/><author><name>Chee154</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17296754743824807994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoPZULpcrhbWLNZzkcAiT53nAAEKQ-Q6eqcI89o6ARZ283-lG3EBlYW2XRvzLNgeIhU2eOeUk34DLe4z9AqbSkkKN-ntRtwhnZkIHRsAv7CJN6zSdXALLJyMlM3VlHek/s220/anotherawesomeday.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFKXL6H69j3ccPeVA26leuNysVxul1oVbNYcw2yekJQitNQdWjz8NPqtB452dfYg72pLxUp_42hCkxNK7li0VG8YSzvsajcOPwl8CV7s2MkHt3nHT0hB_o-709gVDILn2F5TZscvWgYQ/s72-c/smile.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>