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Jangan suka jaga tepi kain orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kain sendiri yang terlondeh!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is to put on record of the top temperature this year - where's mine towel, me off for more showers! :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Btwo, Bfive, Blue - Babyboo! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Ever caught yourself smiling randomly while bustling and scurrying through the day?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Duties and academics weigh heavy as the moon ends, yet such smile frequents unconsciously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A big sign that I am but a happy boy :)&lt;/div&gt;
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I recall how as a kid I have always dreamt of owning a video game console, controlling a fire-spitting Mario to save my princess or something.. but now that I probably can get a PlayStation 3 or Xbox 360 should I press move, I no longer burn similar desires - not that I was much an avid gamer to begin with, possibly due to the limited privileges I was afforded back then! (and it's a good thing LOL)&lt;/div&gt;
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Just a very random thought. Now back to my assignment *cracks head* &lt;/div&gt;
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Wow. Finding myself reeling over how affected I am on my letting down of people. If anything, this reinforces how strongly I have always felt about disappointing others. Even more so when it's not just any other person. Thing is, I probably understand more than most how upsetting it must be for the other party.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have let myself down in that sense.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Question &lt;/b&gt;: Why do people bring politics into on Fb?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It has not escaped my eyes that more and more political-influenced statuses are brought to light on Fb. I on the other hand, see no compelling reason to let the world know which side you're on.. and I struggle to find reasons to why people would bother!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Those in the corporate working line, do you really want your bosses to read all your emo statuses bashing the opposition/government? Sure you can always block them but even with your own family/friends, you have to remember that people are creatures of judgement. Yes, deny them view and deprive everyone else for that matter so nobody could see them - then there is no longer a purpose to update statuses when nobody can read them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;a good idea to use Fb as your repertoire for political-flamed rants to begin with!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't know about you but I'd rather not even discuss political inclinations. In times like this, I would amuse myself by attempting to unravel the motives of people and comparing if any would match justifications. Or even if there are potentially hidden agendas behind such posts? I can only say that, should you desire to influence or gather supporters, this is certainly not a place for your campaigning and truthfully, I don't think anyone can be bothered other than getting irked every now and then. Even patience has got its limits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe I should just be ruthless and block all feeds from these specific people to end the story.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is by no means coincidence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I set myself lofty targets to shoot for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyone who wishes to measure themselves against the world should do so too. &lt;/div&gt;
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I would stroll in between racks after another, scanning through stuff realizing that there are just so many things you want to indulge yourself in, yet you know time is scarce. Then there was this particular book that caught my eyes. As it was still wrapped in plastic wrapper, I memorized the title intending to research more about it when home comfort presents. Granted, little information were made available, but with what you can find, little expectations were formed and surely enough later, I became sufficiently intrigued to proceed with purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book had a difficult introduction and slowly eased itself into your pace once initial confusions clear themselves out. It asks questions about yourself that you never imagined ever being asked. The more I explored the book’s contents, the better I got to know myself and measure if sometimes actions in the past may or may not be the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without realizing, I found myself so engrossed and addicted with it’s beautifully written plots, its rich substance, elegant style, and so much more. I began to realize why I acted in certain ways or the reasons to certain habits or behavior given situations. The more you are in, slowly you realize you’re starting to fall for this book. Further deep reflection heightened emotions and sooner even, you come to a point and acknowledge that this is real. Many have asked how one would know if they found the right book and nobody can ever sufficiently provide answers. It is definitely not something to know with one strike of a moment. It is, in fact, something that slips unknowingly and unsuspectingly into the consciousness and reveals with more questions that you demand of yourself and examinations of failures from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on Fear yesterday and obviously it is something I have already went through prior to this section of the book. Full understanding of how it came about is extremely crucial and the book really opened up on how exactly I felt with words I cannot even begin to describe. Closest I can get would be the feeling of baring it all and being naked to another. Such strong feelings I have for this to the extent as if I feel that I’m growing together along with my reading. Obviously this is one that affects me way too deep for me compared to any other books that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how crazy this would sound but to what end would you go in preservation of such books? I would keep them close by knowing how much stronger I have become even before touching the final pages. After all, this book is massively thick and interestingly enough there are many sheets of purposeful blank pages at the end too. Perhaps this is one that would blossom into everything I’ll ever need "beyond addiction and fondness” or anything I’ve ever known of. This is a special read and one book I will hold on tightly to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, do not bother asking what title could this book possibly bear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31029454-5358492945681036209?l=scholez18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They are both intense people but in different ways and that is  what gives the real push to the relationship they have. Life is always  exciting and fun is amazing with them.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Scorpios are generally very alluring and magnetic personalities with  velvety voice and wonderful mystery that everyone wants to solve. They  have a dazzling mind and burning passion with the gist to win everything  they want in their life. They appears calm and friendly on the outside  when in fact just underneath the surface lies their true emotions  whether they hide  their love and devotion towards near ones or revenge  on someone who has hurt them or their close one.  Scorpions never forget  anything; any kindness done to them is wonderfully rewarded and every  betrayal is cruelly punished. Getting in their good books gives  protective and loyal friend forever. They can read anyone like a tome  with their intense gaze and enjoy tearing through the secrets inside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sagittarius people are open and friendly for real with a spirit of  adventure and jolliness in them. They are optimist and quite friendly  and see the hope in any situation no matter how terrible it may seem.  They love to solve puzzles and mysteries and they love to chase secrets,  probing until they find the solution to a problem with a gazillion  questions if necessary. Sagittarius has a blunt and frank honesty which  can rip anyone’s heart apart but if taken seriously their intelligent  criticism is worth taking and working upon. They enjoy socializing,  being direct, being flirty and honest above all else. They love to  inquire and talk and ask and flirt until their desired effect is reached  and their aim is fulfilled. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The similarities between Scorpio and Sagittarius do not go unnoticed.  They both seem to crave the need to know answers to things of interest.  With Sagittarius, the curiosity has an inquisitive nature and Scorpio,  well, it’s not just a curiosity. That is too plain a word for them. They  just need to know. They are both into the competition of things.  However, on losing Sagittarius sucks it up and try again next time and  the Scorpion dies trying to win. If not successful they become extremely  sore losers and just not much fun to be around anymore.  Scorpios’  compulsion and knowledge that power gets them further in life drives  them to success and drives anyone down in their path to get there. They  can go about this path subtly and calmly not letting on to anyone as to  what their intentions are. When the time comes, they strike and almost  every time it ends up in success for them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sagittarius, on the other hand, is not so stealthy. They are outright  blunt and ask any question they have to, to reach such a success. They  come off as rude and even demanding if they feel the need. They both  have their own tactics in getting to the end result of a question or  problem, but to see them go head to head in conquering each others  dilemmas is a sight to be seen. The two tend to go after each other with  the pure goal of getting under the surface of the other one. They are  both determined to do so as they both protect themselves the best way  they know how. Sagittarius does like to play a good guessing game in  trying to get you to figure out just who they will be today, but in  play, they will drop a hint or two to make things more interesting in  the game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They both can have some dazzling relationships, especially if they  are sibling or friends while in case of professional colleagues, Scorpio  may find Sagittarius insincere and Sagittarius can look at Scorpio as  self-absorbed. The relationship of lovers or spouses is better played  with Scorpio man and Sagittarius woman compared to the vice-versa.  Parents and children also find great comfort together provided that  Scorpios are parents as they are more protective while Sagittarius  parents can teach their Scorpio children to be more relaxed.  Partnerships and business venture can flourish well till the time  finances and dealings are with Scorpio and creative part is in hands of  Sagittarius. If they can just sit back and relish in the good aspects of  each other, let some of the bad go, and stop trying to change the other  person, this is just a worthwhile relationship in all areas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If Sagittarius can sit still and learn some self control and avoid  bluntness in their words, they can better off. They can also teach  Scorpio about freedom; self honesty, being more positive and laid back  and that helps to strengthen the bond between them also. Another flaw  that Scorpio sees in Sagittarius is their innate desire to be very  outgoing and easy doing. Scorpio does not tolerate such antics as the  Sagittarius frolics about, and the latter cannot understand why anyone  can be so private and closed minded about something. The relationship  between these two has their positive outcomes as well as their  downfalls. They need to work toward a strong bond if they do indeed love  each other. Scorpio can add a bit of imagination and permanence to the  relationship and Sagittarius can show some more open and forthright  attitude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Source: &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.ask-oracle.com/sign-compatibility/scorpio-sagittarius/"&gt;Ask Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31029454-1264774584143480628?l=scholez18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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