<?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: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-8329766948399362060</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:09:14.452+11:00</updated><category term='a'/><title type='text'>What's In My Head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5109409604744803457</id><published>2011-06-22T22:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:02:54.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Please..</title><content type='html'>chat with me, I'm in mighty need of a companion to chat with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5109409604744803457?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5109409604744803457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5109409604744803457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5109409604744803457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5109409604744803457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2011/06/please.html' title='Please..'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3819031222108238828</id><published>2011-06-15T23:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:10:52.421+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The fork in the road.</title><content type='html'>It is eventual and inevitable and there are many that one has to face throughout one's life. Some aren't that big of a deal and one or two bad judgement calls in these wouldn't do one that much harm. However, there are also those that determine one's future and the choices that are laid before him or her are often mutually exclusive - choosing one path denies the others, such is the brutality of life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there such a thing as a mistake in making these choices? They are, in the end, just choices. Yes, it's true that some choices will bring one to his or her knees, regretting ever making that choice in the first place. I don't think one should classify the choices made to be either a right or wrong choice by just the outcome of the choice, rather, it should be classified base on how the decision to choose that path was made. Whether or not all the other choices were given enough consideration should be factored in. Mistakes, like getting bruises, will occur. There are ways to live life safely but that's a tad boring way to live I'd say, where's the adventure in that, right? I guess this is where cliche lines like "failure is the the turning point towards success" or "If at first you don't success, try and try again" but it is true, isn't it? We learn a lot more from the failures we've made rather than the successes we've achieved, provided, of course, we realise the mistake and actually attempt to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this post has derail from it's original purpose. but. oh. what. the. hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna write more but the damn keyboard is preventing me from doing it. I have to smack the key for the letter O before it appears - forcing me stop and fill in the missing Os. This is seriously disrupting my chain of thoughts. Humph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last few posts and this post included, I blog because I simply wanted to write something and not because I have something that I wanna rant or tell. I start off with a general idea about something and I simply type. So, more often than not, my posts are pretty random and sometimes, they don't make sense to other people (really?). I do hope you, yes you, dear reader can follow my train of thoughts (if there is one, that is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rant rant rant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3819031222108238828?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3819031222108238828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3819031222108238828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3819031222108238828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3819031222108238828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2011/06/fork-in-road.html' title='The fork in the road.'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6618982190767344341</id><published>2011-06-13T15:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:52:24.196+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided.</title><content type='html'>I shall shed off some of the stereotypes that I subconsciously apply to myself. It bugs me. I find it to be very constrictive and stifling. I'm still young even though my age starts with the digit 2. I want to have choices to what I wanna be. I want to do something that is beyond my ordinary routine or out of the usual me (of course, within my own boundary of morality). Liberalising myself from self-stereotyping should do me good (I hope). I wonder why did I even do it in the first place? Was it the ever-so-cliche peer pressure or is it the similarly overused reason of mass media? However, in this case, it doesn't matter what compelled me to act with such naivete since I'm the one who did it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my brain is so cluttered now. Pre-exam period I guess. Seriously, it's so noisy. Good thing I have this blog to ramble but somehow, I think it kinda backfire because last night, I only managed to get 3 hours of sleep before waking up in panic. Plus, it was soooo hard for me to sleep. I guess my brain has the ability to induce its own caffeine which works infinitely better than Nescafe. Back to what I'm suppose to be doing - study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6618982190767344341?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6618982190767344341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6618982190767344341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6618982190767344341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6618982190767344341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-decided.html' title='I&apos;ve decided.'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3421518531978085558</id><published>2011-06-12T23:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:57:36.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not suppose to be here</title><content type='html'>Shhh, I'm suppose to be studying but then again, the proportion of my time that I took to tell that I am, suppose to or want to study is definitely much larger than the proportion of my time that I took to actually study. Why am I here? I'm not really sure. After all, most of my posts have more words than purpose. Why? It is just the nature of who I am. A bum who supposedly try to blog but desperately in need of matter. Does it matter? Heck no, I'm the owner/writer/creator of this blog so I can do whatever I want to. Besides, the fact that you are actually reading this post, despite knowing by now, that it does not have any purpose, direction, points or matter proves that you are reading this post purely because I wrote it. After all, I'm just a wad of wet tissue on the ceiling that some find interesting. This post's seemingly non-important existence is purely to entertain my loyal reader(s) whom has/have nothing better to do. In fact, I would say the usage of the word 'entertain' in the previous sentence is exceedingly pretentious and exaggerated in terms of expressing the purpose of this post. Honestly, I would say the word 'occupy your head with more nonsense' is spot on. However, if you really are here for the aforementioned reason, I severely question your ability to fill that squishy blob of pink matter that you call brain with information that has no base, logic nor point. Is it not your onus to do just that on your own without resorting to come here? Does it not make you wonder what you have reduced yourself to just by reading this post? Have you recently start questioning the authenticity of your sanity because if you haven't, I'm already doing it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really read all of that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3421518531978085558?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3421518531978085558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3421518531978085558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3421518531978085558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3421518531978085558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-suppose-to-be-here.html' title='I&apos;m not suppose to be here'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-4783137323263196247</id><published>2011-06-12T01:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:58:00.277+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, stop worrying.</title><content type='html'>I've been getting quite a few responses about the post before this. Let me make myself clear, being an introvert does not equate to being emo and by no means a reason to raise alarming concern. I do appreciate that you approached me about that post but really, I'm fine. Speaking of introvert, I recently a post concerning myths surrounding introverts in general and I find most of it to be rather applicable to me. Now, allow me to point out the things that the post talks about that I can say the same thing about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Introverts don't like to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If you don't know about me and never seen me when I'm with my close friend, then it's safe to assume you would probably deduce the same conjecture. Truth be told, I'm quiet most of the time but to assume I dislike talking would be equivalent to accusing someone who doesn't eat much to be an anorexic or saying those who likes to read books are masters of nerds. The reason why I don't talk much is because I really rather keep to myself than engaging in conversation that I personally find to be rather dry or pertaining to topic which is not of my interest. For those who have seen me being talkative, you know I wouldn't stop until I'm out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Introverts don't like people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, I just don't really go along with certain people that  I can't really relate to. Au contraire, I value my close friends a lot. Though I'm pretty sure I can count those people. However, it is not about the quantity but the quality and I can say with exact certainty that I have fine fine close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Introverts don't like to go out in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So&lt;/i&gt; not true. I like being outside but the thing that trouble me the most is crowded area. It disturbs me a lot sometimes that I get dizzy. That's why if I'm out shopping alone, I'll definitely finish fast and avoid places with a lot of people. You can say I'm a fast and efficient shopper, unlike girls in general. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Introverts always want to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There's a fine line between an introvert and an emo. For one, I don't wear eye shadow and two, I don't have any piercing. &lt;s&gt;Plus, I'm authentic&lt;/s&gt;. Point being, I do not want to always be alone. Yes, I find being in solitude to be peaceful. Yes, I'm fine with just me and my thoughts. Yes, I used to talk with myself when I was a kid. However, that does not mean I want to be in constant shroud of loneliness. As fun as my thoughts are, being alone still does void me of human contacts which, surprisingly, something I yearn more and more as I get older (a good sign, I guess).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Introverts are weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Say what? I believe the correct term for most of us is &lt;i&gt;unique&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;individualistic&lt;/i&gt;. Despite being corrupted by the media stream via television, radio, internet and whatever other means there are, I find being in a stereotype to be really stifling and downright boring. I have my own set of "glasses" that filters what I see. Am I saying I'm a self-proclaim interesting guy, no. I'm just another cup of tea. It's up to you whether you find me to your liking. If it isn't, well, really, it's your lost, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I wanna write more but I'm compelled to stop by my anchor of laziness. Besides, I'm suppose to be studying for my exam. Anyways, to all you introverts out there, hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edit: I starting to hate this layout, it makes the font looks crappy. I'm such a hopelessly minimalistic person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-4783137323263196247?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/4783137323263196247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=4783137323263196247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4783137323263196247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4783137323263196247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-stop-worrying.html' title='Oh, stop worrying.'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8127002840584256224</id><published>2011-06-07T03:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T03:32:24.972+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Predict not of it's dismay</title><content type='html'>I feel my social life is imploding. My introvert self is resurfacing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8127002840584256224?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8127002840584256224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8127002840584256224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8127002840584256224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8127002840584256224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2011/06/predict-not-of-its-dismay.html' title='Predict not of it&apos;s dismay'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5723482476448435243</id><published>2010-09-22T15:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:54:35.788+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random musing</title><content type='html'>The story below is meant for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a story about a boy who lived in family that valued cleanliness and spruceness above other things in their life. The family was so zealous about being clean that they purchase ridiculous amount of bar soap on a weekly basis. They were so worried of being dirty that they wash clothes so often that the boy's white shirt shines. The parents were so ardent in being tidy, the mother ironed and starched his boy's clothings so vigorously, that the boy's shirts were solid and never once people saw a wrinkle. The father was so enthusiastic about being clean that he was nicknamed "General White". Like all things in life (this is getting cliche), doing something excessively is never good. Predictably, the boy was ostracized by his friends. The boy's clothes were so clean and sparkling, they hurt people's eyes. He was sad, he was unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the parents went off for a trip in another state and left the boy alone. The parents naturally supplied him with every type of products for hygienic and cleanliness purpose imaginable - mountainous bars of soap, stocks of cleaning powder that would last him for years, enough starch to feed the whole neighbourhood and enough toothpaste to turn any elephant white. When his parents left, he felt an overwhelming feeling of liberation. For once, he felt the gargantuous responsibility to keep himself constantly clean taken off from his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a whole week, he did not bathe, he did not wash his clothes nor did he brush his teeth. He played in the mud and slept with enough dirt behind his ears to plant a flower. When his parents returned, they were shocked to see the condition of their only son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the story from then on but it ended with the boy growing fruits from his body becuase he was so dirty. The parents learnt to accept him in the end. As to whether it ended the way I said it, I'm not sure.. but that's not the point as to why I'm writing this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this story fascinating, not because of the story but because of what the children might learn from it. I thought about it for a while and concluded that there are 3 possibilities of what might the children get from this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Being who you are is important regardless of who your parents are and their idiosyncrasies. This value seems very westernize, if you ask me, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Being dirty is ok as long as you can grow fruits from your armpits and behind your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I... can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5723482476448435243?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5723482476448435243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5723482476448435243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5723482476448435243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5723482476448435243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-musing.html' title='Random musing'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3213990163319444325</id><published>2010-07-15T02:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:47:06.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer to a baffling question - aussie news</title><content type='html'>The search for an answer for the question who came first, the chicken or the egg has always left people with the state of frustration over their inability to produce satisfying answer. Some picked the chicken, some picked the egg and some say both are dependent on each other, meaning that both cannot exist without the other one. However, none of those answer are backed up by any logical scientific evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news reports the discovery of  new protein that exist in the shell of an egg called ovocleidin (OC-17). The protein is a key component in the formation of egg shell and is produced in the ovaries of hen. It acts as a catalyst that initiates the changing of calcium carbonate to calcite crystals, which acts as a covering for the egg yolk and the shielding fluid. Nonetheless, the scientists are still unable to come out with a sound argument to how the protein-producing chicken came into being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my personal input, I hardly find it sensible for the discovery of OC-17 in hen's ovaries to point out that chicken came first in the ever-so-confounding question of which came first. In my opinion, it merely shows how eggs is produced. What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3213990163319444325?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3213990163319444325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3213990163319444325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3213990163319444325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3213990163319444325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/07/answer-to-baffling-question-aussie-news.html' title='The answer to a baffling question - aussie news'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-840226879474440067</id><published>2010-07-13T16:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:59:51.451+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The time travel</title><content type='html'>An essay I submitted for some competition 2-3 years ago. Something IS definitely better than nothing. Yes, this is my exceedingly lame attempt to resuscitate my dead-ish blog... again. The instruction of the essay was to start with "50 years from now.." . I vaguely remember this essay but I do, however, able to recall that this essay was an extension of one my essay I wrote for some English test. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older, I find this essay to be.. err... lame and very immature but that was me, nonetheless. How do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;50 years from now, the world is degenerated. One boy shall witness it and alter the course of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Release thy leash…&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bleak and cold night; a perfect condition for Josh to take a refreshing stroll around the park area under the guidance of the silver moonlight. The trees swayed in resonance with the cool wind; as if waving at him– he smiled. As he paced down the eerie park, the wind changed; chilly and soft wind changed into warm and violent flurry. A ball of compressed lightning materialized out of thin air some 20 feet away from Josh. Gaining strength, the mysterious sphere started pulling nearby object as if having its own gravity. Panicked, Josh tried to escape from the pull but the magnitude was too much for him. He felt as if a thousand invisible hands pulling him towards the sphere. The force was gripping and gentle at the same time – that is all he perceived before he was knocked cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unbind this lad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   From thy vicious torrent …&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his conscious returned, he felt himself floating on nothingness. Colours that he had never seen before surrounded him; the atmosphere was austerely bizarre. He felt like he was inside another dimension. Again, the same kind force that pulled him into the sphere wrapped his body and started dragging him to some place else and struggling, at that time, was futile – “To another dimension,” he thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a blink of an eye, Josh found himself in a place that only exists in post-war movies – the place was stark and footprints of destruction were everywhere. The clouds were as black as the night itself, barren land stretched for as far as his eyes can see.  He pinched and slapped himself several times, making sure if it was a nightmare, he would wake up – Nothing happened. Terror swelled deep within him but he tried to suppress it. Deep breath was foolishly useless as the air stank the stench of rotten meat. Curiosity aroused, he followed his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witness the stain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Made by the hands of humans…&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he grew nearer, the stench became more and more unbearable. The smell, he noticed, came from the base of a huge crater, like those seen on the surface of the moon. Shock ran through his body as he peered down. Human remains of all stages of life, young and old amassed at the base of the crater. He backed away from that place in terror. “What the hell happened here?” the voice in his head yelled. Suddenly, two strong hands firmly clenched both his shoulder. Instinctively, he wards off the hands and began running, only to be caught again by his wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Halt, I am a non-akuma humanoid!” Said the man, the voice was dry and croak but nonetheless, human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still terrified, Josh muttered in response “Wh.. Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Josh studied his face; scars tainted his face to the point where he looked horrendously deformed but a hint of his own facial characteristic was there – the eyes were bluish green and the cheekbone was sharp, like his.&lt;br /&gt;“I am Scorpius... Follow me, I’ll bring you to a safe place then, I’ll explain to you everything you need to know.” Answered the man en famille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pandora Box was opened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Letting loose the purest of evil..&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen, I’m a scientist and the one who made you come here, you are in the future. If my calculation is right, you are 50 years ahead of your time.” Scorpius looked hard at me. “Whoever you are, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; derail the course of time so it won’t become like this!”&lt;br /&gt;Josh took a while to digest all of that fact – the thought of him being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saviour&lt;/span&gt; of the world from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; total destruction&lt;/span&gt; seems awkwardly too much. Furthermore, time traveling sounds fictitiously surreal. He never thought that time and space continuum could be messed up to such a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man moved cautiously, making sure nobody or nothing followed them while Josh tailed him from behind. He asked what they were hiding from. Scorpius halted and in whispers, explained Josh the existence of a new breed of human, the akumas – the genetically modified humanoid that possesses strength and agility of a demon but lost their humanity in compensation. They were in the nutshell, animal with human skin. Scorpius warned him to take immediate evasive action if Josh was ever to see one as they usually come in packs and fighting back would be plain suicidal. Out of curiosity, Josh asked how to differentiate whether they are humans or akumas. Jokingly, Scorpius told him to try shaking hands with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up on a hill, Scorpius prodded Josh with a telescope and pointed at the pack of akumas that was starting to gather at the crater where he was a few minutes ago. Caught unprepared, Josh puked on what he saw next; the esurient akumas edaciously dine on the remains. He threw the telescope back at Scorpius, revolted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How could someone even think of making those... those... things?” Josh bellowed; he felt his stomach was going to erupt.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpius let out a dolorous sigh and said, “Those akumas are a perfect example of what a human’s greed and lust looks like in physical form.” He took a deep breath and continued, “When people get too obsessed, they tend to venture into the realms of inhumanity. If destroying earth look so simple to them, a fortiori, making akuma is easier!”&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me, destroying earth?” Josh interrupted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hope is missing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Only Evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Only Malice…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh looked around; scouting the desolated land, “You mean they’re not the one causing it?”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you insane? Sure, they’re insanely vicious and all that but to destroy earth!” Scorpius said, irritated.&lt;br /&gt;For the next hour, Scorpius spilled out all that had happened for the past 50 years. 31 years ago, the Russians secretly started building bombs name “Big Bang” that could alter the moon from being a piece to pieces. The year afterwards, the news leaked and that is where it all began – major wealthy country started manufacturing Big Bangs. The building of such bomb was indefatigable at that time. Even veto power was useless against their ignorance. They claimed to build it “for the sake of the country’s public safety and to maintain military equilibrium between countries” or so they say. Being suspicious of each other, they signed an agreement name Mega Military Treaty that agreed on one consensus: that is only to utilize their military prowess particularly, the Big Bang for defensive purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patently, a county breached the agreement and harnessed the Big Bang to conquer another country. Enraged, the world retaliates; never in the history of humankind, have political ties looked that lachrymose. Not long after that, the phrase “Actions speak louder than words” came alive. That very day was the day where all human that had survive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;remember and etched in their little twisted labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Give way, give way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   For Death is looming...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firework displayed on that day was by far, the most extraordinary of all for even the earth itself shook in respond. Hordes of Big Bang were unleashed en masse and destruction follows soon after. Most of the Big Bangs were intercepted while it was still in outer space and the view that tailed after was splendour beyond words; Sparks of red and blue coloured the sky, murdering the ozone layer. Clouds were blown away by the sheer shockwave of the Big Bang. Fortunately, only two of them really hit the earth but the catastrophe it caused was apparent until this very day. When the Big Bang touched the earth, flash of blinding light made a number of people and animal lost their visual. After that, a monolith grey mushroom of death was formed – blasted its way up with terrifying speed to reach the heavens. The energy generated was fiction-like – vast area of land was flattened. The earth was depopulated and terraformed. It was as if Death itself swept by an did what it does best; Greets people to the other world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not stop there, the radioactive energy released was phenomenal – rain itself changed into downpour of poison as the clouds was contaminated. Colours of the seas and rivers changed and drinking the water from those sources only brings fatality. Even the air was envenomed by the Big Bangs and inhaling it will slowly but surely kill everyone except a few who had total immunity against these things – Josh grasped his nose and mouth and started choking himself as if trying to avoid the air. Common sense kicks in and gave up doing so. The sunshine, Scorpius explained, is a like a raining of knives, it kills you in an instant. He could see the tears rolling down the cheeks of Scorpius as he told the story. His eyes dictated sorrow, emptiness and anger but his facial expression begged to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Where is hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   When is she coming?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, Scorpius abruptly stopped and started scanning for any akumas, Josh was confused by such actions – “If this is the “safe place”, where is it? All I see is land and more land” Josh mused himself. Scorpius’s finger was pointing downward, signaling that the shelter was right under his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An akuma roared, calling the rest for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpius hurriedly unlocked the entrance...&lt;br /&gt;The akumas started running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened up the hatch...&lt;br /&gt;They are getting closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Scorpius and Josh jumped into the shelter and locked the entrance behind them.&lt;br /&gt;War cries of the akumas were loud. At least, Josh had a clear idea on how insanely strong they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh covered his eyes as Scorpius turned on the lights by voice activation. As his eyes finally adjusted, he gasped in awe as he saw numerous complicated machines of many designs filling the room. One particular device, however, captured his attention; it was a sphere made up of several suspended rings floating above an intricate-looking platform, which was connected to a gigantic machinery, which looked like a power generator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is what I used to summon you to my time,” Scorpius blurted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hope lies nowhere but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Inside the children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Children of the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   For they are hopes and dream itself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang! Bang! Bang! The akumas almost breached through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hurry, Josh, get into that sphere!” Scorpius persisted; his entire body was shaking excessively.&lt;br /&gt;“What about you?” Josh asked. With all the strength he could muster, he tugged Scorpius to follow him – he was afraid of going alone, afraid that he might not able to succeed changing the future.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpius calmed down, threw a weak smiled and looked at Josh in the eye “I can’t, the machine can only transfer one person. I am sorry to say this but I cannot go back to past, or rather, I do not want to go back to past. The sins I have done in the past must be repent by saving your future. One more thing...” He stopped “If you ever see someone in your time that looks like me, whatever you do, make sure he never ever think of making akumas”&lt;br /&gt;With one final hit, the akumas broke in. Josh dashed into the sphere and the machine started automatically, his tears was flowing out uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;It started to spin faster and faster and shrouds of darkness engulfed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up to find out he was lying on the ground of the park. Feeling dizzy, he woke up shaky and saw a paper with some writing. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I lied, my name is actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1936 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-840226879474440067?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/840226879474440067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=840226879474440067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/840226879474440067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/840226879474440067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-travel.html' title='The time travel'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-2408461725117756931</id><published>2010-06-05T00:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:10:10.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>can't say much</title><content type='html'>I find my life these days to be extremely colourless, nothing new to see, nothing new to report. Maybe it's because deep down inside, I really do prefer this kind of situation - where I never need to move, just stand there; stagnant and motionless. Never making a progress. Maybe I'm in the middle of a fork in a road - needing me to choose where should I be heading. It's true, I look back these past few weeks and I deem myself to be 'confused'. I see myself as someone who adapts with current situation. However, college life is a vortex of confusion as it is a mixture of a lot of new things - things that is hard for me to swallow. Hence, the current confused me. Maybe I'm just rambling random and nonsensical stuff - something I do quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has become too open for me to write everything that I wanted to write. So, every time I decide to blog, I have to consider the possibility of people whom I prefer not to be here reading the posts I put up here. That is somewhat a nuisance. Erm, I take it back, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just make a new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-2408461725117756931?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/2408461725117756931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=2408461725117756931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2408461725117756931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2408461725117756931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-say-much.html' title='can&apos;t say much'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-4848292209368815688</id><published>2010-05-24T11:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:44:20.714+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Argumentative Essay #3 - TV</title><content type='html'>When the invention of television came into existence, a surge of changes swept the advancing world – altering how people spent their time. A statistic done by American Time Use Survey in 2003 has shown that both men and women spent more time watching television than relaxing, reading and even socializing. Entailing that statement, television has become a significantly prominent device in terms of bringing about effects. With that in mind, I fully support the notion of watching television being beneficial as it cultivates critical thinking, educates people with global issues and provides different dimension to learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, watching television empowers critical thinking among the viewers which is a skill of pivotal importance in social and academic environment. Owing to the fact that it is an attractive medium, it promotes critical reasoning in human-related problems such as globalisation and homelessness (Leigh 2001). From a different perspective, families can discuss how applicable in the real world is the solutions used to solve conflicts that arises from the television shows (Sharif 1999). Concurrently, such discussion incites critical thinking as it involves a careful and sharp observation from the viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, viewing television benefits the viewers as it allows them to acquire current local and world issues (Rutherford 2002). Youth can also be inspired by the news they obtained from watching television to carry out healthy activities such as charity works (Sharif 2002). In a country, the citizen can also be more conscious from the knowledge they attain in television programs on the events happening around them and thus, exerting pressure on councils, major companies and also national governments. This will encourage decision-makers to take the responses from the audience into account and thus, a force for democracy is formed. In short, watching television is advantageous as it creates bridges for people to global issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, television programs give an additional dimension for learning process. Television delivers information through sight and sounds - a better alternative to text books in terms of learning. The varying and interesting ways used to present science, geography and other subjects help the viewers to comprehend the information more easily (Leigh 2001). Besides that, television can also be utilized as a teaching tool. Rutherford (2002) explained that television programs enable the viewers to be more knowledgeable in the field of culture and beauty in other parts of the world and study facts pertaining to nature in a much more enjoyable manner. Children are able to enjoy the pros of watching television as they tend to have more extensive vocabulary. Hence, it is proven that television really is more of a rose and less of a thorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the advantages of television viewing outweighs its disadvantages as it encourages critical thinking, teaches people about global matters and provides an alternative dimension to learning. Thus, as a reiteration, I strongly agree that television viewing is more beneficial to the viewers. Notwithstanding, it could not be denied that television viewing has the potential to harm its viewers and it is ultimately up to them to decide on who is the master and who is the servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-4848292209368815688?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/4848292209368815688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=4848292209368815688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4848292209368815688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4848292209368815688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/05/argumentative-essay-3-tv.html' title='Argumentative Essay #3 - TV'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1854220577163916916</id><published>2010-05-19T15:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:15:40.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Argumentative Essay #2 - TV</title><content type='html'>When the invention of television came into existence, a surge of changes swept the advancing world – altering how people spent their time. A statistic done by American Time Use Survey in 2003 has shown that both men and women spent more time watching television than relaxing, reading and even socializing. Entailing that statement, television has become a significantly prominent device in terms of bringing about effects. With that in mind, I fully support the notion of watching television being beneficial as it cultivates critical thinking, educate people with global issues and provides different dimension to learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, watching television empowers critical thinking among the viewers which is a skill of pivotal importance in social and academic environment. Owing to the fact that it is an attractive medium, it promotes critical reasoning in human-related problems such as globalisation and homelessness (Leigh 2001). From a different perspective, families can discuss how applicable in the real world is the solutions used to solve conflicts that arises from the television shows (Sharif 1999). Concurrently, such discussion incites critical thinking as it involves a careful and sharp observation from the viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, viewing television benefits the viewers as it allows them to acquire current local and world issues (Rutherford 2002). Youth can also be inspired by the news they obtained from watching television to carry out healthy activities such as charity works (Sharif 2002). In a country, the citizen can also be more conscious from the knowledge they attain in television programs on the events happening around them and thus, exerting pressure on councils, major companies and also national governments. This will encourage decision-makers to take the responses from the audience into account and thus, a force for democracy is formed. In short, watching television is advantageous as it creates bridges for people to global issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, television programs give additional dimension for learning process. Television delivers information through sight and sounds - a better alternative to text books in terms of learning. The varying and interesting ways used to present science, geography and other subjects help the viewers to comprehend the information more easily (Leigh 2001). Besides that, television can also be utilized as a teaching tool. Rutherford (2002) explained that television programs enable the viewers to be more knowledgeable in the field of culture and beauty in other parts of the world and study facts pertaining to nature in a much more enjoyable manner. Children are able to enjoy the pros of watching television as they tend to have more extensive vocabulary. Hence, it is proven that television really is more of a rose and less of a thorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the advantages of television viewing outweighs its disadvantages as it encourages critical thinking, teaches people about global matters and provides alternative dimension to learning. Thus, as a reiteration, I strongly agree that television viewing is more beneficial to the viewers. Notwithstanding, it could not be deny that television viewing has the potential to harm its viewers and it is ultimately up to them to decide on who is the master and who it the servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1854220577163916916?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1854220577163916916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1854220577163916916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1854220577163916916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1854220577163916916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/05/argumentative-essay-2-tv.html' title='Argumentative Essay #2 - TV'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6322420378568027791</id><published>2010-05-18T11:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:08:21.155+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Argumentative Essay #1 - TV</title><content type='html'>When the invention of television came into existence, a far-reaching surge of changes swept the advancing world – altering how people spent their time. A statistic done by American Time Use Survey in 2003 has shown that both men and women spent more time watching television than relaxing, reading and even socializing. Entailing that statement, television has become a significantly prominent device in terms of bringing about effects. With that in mind, I fully support the notion of watching television being beneficial as it cultivates critical thinking, educate people with global issues and provides different dimension to learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, watching television empowers critical thinking among the viewers which is a skill of pivotal importance in social and academic environment.  Owing to the fact that it is an attractive medium, it promotes critical reasoning in human-related problems such as globalisation and homelessness (Leigh 2001). From a different perspective, families can discuss how applicable in the real world is the solutions used to solve conflicts that arises from the television shows (Sharif 1999). Concurrently, such discussion incites critical thinking as it involves a careful and sharp observation from the viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, viewing television benefits the viewers as it allows them to acquire current local and world issues (Rutherford 2002). Youth can also be inspired by the news they obtained from watching television to carry out healthy activities such as charity works (Sharif 2002). In a country, the citizen can also be more conscious from the knowledge they attain in television programs on the events happening around them and thus, exerting pressure on councils, major companies and also national governments. This will encourage decision-makers to take the responses from the audience into account and thus, a force for democracy is formed. In short, watching television is advantageous as it creates bridges for people to global issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, television programs give additional dimension for learning process. Television delivers its shows through sight and also sound which is a definitely a better alternative to text books in terms of accepting new knowledge. The varying and interesting ways used to present science, geography and other subjects help the viewers to comprehend the information provided more easily (Leigh 2001). Besides that, television can also be utilized as a teaching tool. Rutherford (2002) explained that television programs enable the viewers to be more knowledgeable in the field of culture and beauty in other parts of the world, study facts pertaining to nature in a much more enjoyable manner, and also enjoy the process of learning the complicated steps of a scientific equation. Children are able to enjoy the pros of watching television as they tend to have more extensive vocabulary. Hence, it is proven that television really is more of a rose and less of a thorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the advantages of television viewing outweighs its disadvantages as it encourages critical thinking, teaches people about global matters and provides alternative dimension to learning.  Thus, as a reiteration, I strongly agree that television viewing is more beneficial to the viewers. Notwithstanding, it could not be deny that television viewing has the potential to harm its viewers and it is ultimately up to them to decide on who is the master and who it the servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6322420378568027791?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6322420378568027791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6322420378568027791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6322420378568027791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6322420378568027791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/05/argumentative-essay-1-tv.html' title='Argumentative Essay #1 - TV'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-4169484693382812586</id><published>2010-05-14T10:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:09:16.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Argumentative Essay Final (hopefully)</title><content type='html'>According to Smith in Family Journal (2005), junk food is defined as any food which is considered to be generally unhealthy and contain low nutritional value. A statistic done by Australian Health Journal (2004) has shown that 50% of the teenagers in Australia consume excessive sugar and fat. Due to increasing consumption of fast food, nutritional level of Australian children has been constantly falling for the past 30 years (Weekend News 2005). Therefore, I strongly believe that the sale of junk food in school canteens should be banned as it is detrimental to health, causes behavioral problem and also because sale of junk food causes littering problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             To start off, junk food is made up of unhealthy ingredients that deteriorate the children’s health. Weekend News (2005) reported that junk food is a main cause of childhood obesity. Children with obesity problem are prone to serious diseases pertaining to obesity such as heart disease, osteoarthritis and cancers. These problems are further aggravated by young people who consume a lot of junk food and do physical activities infrequently. One statistic shows that most of the popular snack foods are those of low nutritional value and thus leading towards disproportion nutrients intake (Health Foundation 2005). Thus, in order to prevent health issues caused by junk food, the sale of such food in school canteen should be banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Other than that, junk foods intake brings about behavioural problem. The chemical additives that were added to junk foods which serve the purpose of flavour and colour enhancement has been scientifically proven to trigger various behavioural problems in children, such as hyperactivity and poor concentration (Family Journal 2005). Based on Caputo (2005), a research shows that there is improvement on children’s behavior by reducing the amount of junk foods in children’s diet - after the removal of junk food and soft drinks from school canteen, students were shown to be calmer after lunch and showed improvement in their behavior (Green 2005). In short, reduced or absence existence of junk food is proven to contribute to better conduct among school children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Litter problem is also one of the unavoidable problems that comes with the sale of many types of junk food in school canteens. With the increasing choices of junk food in schools, cans, crisp packets, cartons and plastic containers are littered all over the school compounds. Inversely, reduced spending on junk food by certain schools has proven to reduce their litter problems (Green in The Food Show 2005). Cleaning costs will go up as increasing litter leads to greater need on cleaning workers. Plus, litter mars the image of our communities. (Family Journal 2005). In short, a conducive, litter-free environment can be introduced by banning sale of junk food in school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In conclusion, the sale of junk food brings about a variety of problems such as deterioration in school children’s health, behavior problem and litter problem. The fact that the sale of junk food generates profit to the school does not justify its negative side effects. Thus, I strongly believe that it should be banned to improve the prospect of children. Therefore, I strongly believe that the sale of junk food in school canteens should be banned as it is detrimental to health, causes behavioral problem and also because sale of junk food causes littering problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-4169484693382812586?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/4169484693382812586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=4169484693382812586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4169484693382812586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4169484693382812586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/05/argumentative-essay-final-hopefully.html' title='Argumentative Essay Final (hopefully)'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3009408313728046705</id><published>2010-05-05T14:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:05:30.825+10:00</updated><title type='text'>For now</title><content type='html'>Time to write an essay. 1Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've confessed to you once, I went out with you twice or more. Why are you confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3009408313728046705?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3009408313728046705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3009408313728046705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3009408313728046705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3009408313728046705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-now.html' title='For now'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1453300578590075560</id><published>2010-05-03T22:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:38:22.068+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I know?</title><content type='html'>How can I know the feelings someone has for an individual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is it through the seemingly random post on msn/facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I show you that I like you without the medium of voice or message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Did you noticed that looking at you makes me smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Did you noticed how I adore looking at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Did you noticed how much it hurts when you ignore me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1453300578590075560?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1453300578590075560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1453300578590075560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1453300578590075560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1453300578590075560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-can-i-know.html' title='How can I know?'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1215394353930108774</id><published>2010-04-20T10:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:40:58.292+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Production #4</title><content type='html'>Global warming is an occurrence where the average world’s temperature increases. This concern has been growing rapidly over the past few decades among nature-lovers and scientist alike. Many parties have put in great amount of money and effort in search of the truth behind this travesty and the results suggest a depressing tale. There is a saying that goes, "In the absence of light, darkness prevails". Therefore, by not taking any drastic and swift actions to correct this problem, global warming will grow exponentially until it reaches a certain point where it is beyond human’s control. When the world gets hotter, a series of events will follow after – each with its’ own negative effects and solutions to these problems are a necessity and not just a simple need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these events is the rising of the sea level and that ultimately, will drastically decrease our limited supply of habitable land. In Al Gore’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Inconvenient Truth&lt;/span&gt;, he talks on the odds of two major ice sheets in West Antarctica and Greenland to collapse, in which either both will increase the global sea level by around 6 metres. The number might look small but that slight change in sea level will sink numerous low-altitude areas, especially those near costal area. The worrisome part about this is that one tenth of the people on earth live in areas less than 10 metres above sea level (Riebeek 2007). If that really were to happen, millions of people’s lives will be lost and render many more homeless – perhaps even without a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, global warming also causes a disturbance in the equilibrium of nature’s ecosystem. Animals and plants will be forced to adapt themselves to the changes global warming has made on the seasons (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Inconvenient Truth&lt;/span&gt; 2007). If these organisms fail to catch up with the changes, they will face a brutal possibility of being extinct. Diseases which used to bring death and despair to people back in the olden days now resurface and continues doing what it has been doing for a long time – kill people. Plus, new diseases such as SARS, Arena virus and Lyme disease are also an effect global warming brings (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Inconvenient Truth&lt;/span&gt; 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrective measures should be taken into action with no further delay in order to prevent global warming from worsening and alleviate the current situation. Contrary to what public thinks, most people already have sufficient know-how in order to combat excessive carbon emission. The solutions are in our hands (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Inconvenient Truth &lt;/span&gt;2007). We could use energy-saving light bulbs, get an economical car with better mileage, use public transportation, turn off the lights when they are not being used and many more. At an international level, many countries have already joined Kyoto Protocol with the intention of saving the earth by reducing a percentage of carbon dioxide emission. Other countries, primarily, USA need to follow the example shown by these countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, global warming is an issue that brings us to a time where we must reconsider the actions we have on this earth – the path we took to better our lives with the cost of global warming. Earth is a place where all of us share the luxury and the comfort of having a place to live and we share this planet with the animals and the plants. They deserve to sustain life in here as much as we do. So, let us all, hand-in-hand, tackle this problem and ascertain a better future for the next generation. As said by Winston Churchill, “The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays is coming to its close in its place we are entering a period of consequences.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1215394353930108774?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1215394353930108774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1215394353930108774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1215394353930108774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1215394353930108774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/04/text-production-4.html' title='Text Production #4'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5758148337270373733</id><published>2010-04-20T10:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:41:25.521+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Argumentative Essay #1</title><content type='html'>According to Smith in Family Journal (2005), junk food is defined as any food which is considered to be generally unhealthy and contain low nutritional value. Due to increasing consumption of fast food, nutritional level of Australian children has been constantly falling for the past 30 years (Weekend News 2005). Therefore, I strongly believe that the sale of junk food in school canteens should be banned as it is detrimental to health, causes behavioral problem and also because sale of junk food causes littering problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, junk food is made up of unhealthy ingredients that deteriorate the children’s health. Weekend News (2005) reported that junk food is a main cause of childhood obesity. Children with obesity problem are prone to serious diseases pertaining to obesity such as heart disease, osteoarthritis and cancers. These problems are further aggravated by young people who consume a lot of junk food and do physical activities infrequently. One statistic shows that most of the popular snack foods are those of low nutritional value and thus leading towards disproportion nutrients intake (Health Foundation 2005). Thus, in order to prevent health issues caused by junk food, the sale of such food in school canteen should be banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, junk foods intake brings about behavioural problem. The chemical additives that were added to junk foods which serve the purpose of flavour and colour enhancement has been scientifically proven to trigger various behavioural problems in children, such as hyperactivity and poor concentration (Family Journal 2005). Based on Caputo (2005), a research shows that there is improvement on children’s behavior by reducing the amount of junk foods in children’s diet - after the removal of junk food and soft drinks from school canteen, students were shown to be calmer after lunch and showed improvement in their behavior (Green 2005). In short, reduced or absence existence of junk food is proven to contribute to better conduct among school children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Litter problem is also one of the unavoidable problems that comes with the sale of many types of junk food in school canteens. With the increasing choices of junk food in schools, cans, crisp packets, cartons and plastic containers are littered all over the school compounds. Inversely, reduced spending on junk food by certain schools has proven to reduce their litter problems (Green in The Food Show 2005). Cleaning costs will go up as increasing litter leads to greater need on cleaning workers. Plus, litter mars the image of our communities. (Family Journal 2005). In short, a conducive, litter-free environment can be introduced by banning sale of junk food in school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the sale of junk food brings about a variety of problems such as deterioration in school children’s health, behavior problem and litter problem. The fact that the sale of junk food generates profit to the school does not justify its negative side effects. Thus, I strongly believe that it should be banned to improve the prospect of children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5758148337270373733?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5758148337270373733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5758148337270373733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5758148337270373733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5758148337270373733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/04/argumentative-essay-1.html' title='Argumentative Essay #1'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5186691993600899058</id><published>2010-04-13T17:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:34:26.119+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Production #3</title><content type='html'>Global warming is an occurrence where the average world’s temperature increases. This concern has been growing rapidly over the past few decades among nature-lovers and scientist alike. Many parties have put in great amount of money and effort in search of the truth behind this travesty and the results suggest a depressing tale. There is a saying that goes, "In the absence of light, darkness prevails". Therefore, by not taking any drastic and swift actions to correct this problem, global warming will grow exponentially until it reaches a certain point where it is beyond human’s control. When the world gets hotter, a series of events will follow after – each with its’ own negative effects and solutions to these problems are a necessity and not just a simple need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these events is the rising of the sea level and that ultimately, will drastically decrease our limited supply of habitable land. In Al Gore’s “The Inconvenient Truth”, he talks on the odds of two major ice sheets in West Antarctica and Greenland to collapse, in which either both will increase the global sea level by around 6 metres. The number might look small but that slight change in sea level will sink numerous low-altitude areas, especially those near costal area. The worrisome part about this is that one tenth of the people on earth live in areas less than 10 metres above sea level (Riebeek 2007). If that really were to happen, millions of people’s lives will be lost and render many more homeless – perhaps even without a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, global warming also causes a disturbance in the equilibrium of nature’s ecosystem. Animals and plants will be forced to adapt themselves to the changes global warming has made on the seasons (Gore 2007). If these organisms fail to catch up with the changes, they will face a brutal possibility of being extinct. Diseases which used to bring death and despair to people back in the olden days now resurface and continues doing what it has been doing for a long time – kill people. Plus, new diseases such as SARS, Arena virus and Lyme disease are also an effect global warming brings (Gore 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrective measures should be taken into action with no further delay in order to prevent global warming from worsening and alleviate the current situation. Contrary to what public thinks, most people already have sufficient know-how in order to combat excessive carbon emission. The solutions are in our hands (Gore 2007). We could use energy-saving light bulbs, get an economical car with better mileage, use public transportation, turn off the lights when they are not being used and many more. At an international level, many countries have already joined Kyoto Protocol with the intention of saving the earth by reducing a percentage of carbon dioxide emission. Other countries, primarily, USA need to follow the example shown by these countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, global warming is an issue that brings us to a time where we must reconsider the actions we have on this earth – the path we took to better our lives with the cost of global warming. Earth is a place where all of us share the luxury and the comfort of having a place to live and we share this planet with the animals and the plants. They deserve to sustain life in here as much as we do. So, let us all, hand-in-hand, tackle this problem and ascertain a better future for the next generation. As said by Winston Churchill, “The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays is coming to its close in its place we are entering a period of consequences.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5186691993600899058?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5186691993600899058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5186691993600899058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5186691993600899058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5186691993600899058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/04/text-production-3_13.html' title='Text Production #3'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1385459367980373001</id><published>2010-04-12T03:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T04:06:02.917+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really sorry</title><content type='html'>I've been ignorant, I saw all those posts but I somehow missed them. I'm stupid, forgetful and I've hurt someone - It was unintentional. If I knew the value of those words that I've spoken, I should have use them with more caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are powerful, words are influential. For that reason, I hurt people as I never think of anything thoroughly. I admit once more that I'm an imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might show courage and confidence in a presentation and I might sound wise when I speak. However, deep inside, I acknowledge that I am immature, introvert and timid - it's just that I learn to how cover it. Once again, I'm terribly sorry if I did hurt you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, yes, I do, but I always thought you never see me and for that reason alone, I took the liberty to make rash, irrational and downright idiotic conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1385459367980373001?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1385459367980373001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1385459367980373001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1385459367980373001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1385459367980373001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-really-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m really sorry'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8135349305683078356</id><published>2010-04-10T03:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T03:54:55.389+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The desire of wanting</title><content type='html'>I've had enough with emo moments in the past. I've had ENOUGH. I don't want to be miserable anymore. I refuse to submit myself into such a dark period again. I hate to hate. That's why I either try to console an emo person or avoid that person entirely. If I appear to be avoiding you, I'm sorry - I really am but I don't to be emo anymore. Life is how you make it and I'm shaping it with my own power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda awesome. At least, most of it. Gave an impromptu speech in ENL today. I end up crapping and almost went too personal but it was alright, I guess. After that, ate my lunch. In the evening, went to music room to play some tunes on the guitar and enjoy music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden urge to stop typing. The bed is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts of the day:&lt;br /&gt;If you love somebody, sometimes, letting them run free is the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;Does being musically educated lowers your appreciation towards music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I still want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8135349305683078356?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8135349305683078356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8135349305683078356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8135349305683078356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8135349305683078356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/04/desire-of-wanting.html' title='The desire of wanting'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5608803050409398254</id><published>2010-04-01T03:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:29:31.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation</title><content type='html'>Some questions are answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is finally out of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That truth liberates me of my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a good night sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5608803050409398254?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5608803050409398254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5608803050409398254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5608803050409398254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5608803050409398254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/liberation.html' title='Liberation'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-7392142909118549657</id><published>2010-03-30T06:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:37:07.914+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple posting in one night!</title><content type='html'>Just went through my old post in this blog and gawd, I'm such a melodramatic queen, lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not as melodramatic as Karee! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really oughta write more often. Blogging is a way of capturing those moments in your life in words that sometimes, only you yourself can understand the nature of those words. For those who actually had read and commented on my past post, thank you very much for enduring my endless vichyssoise of verbiage and I promise I'll try maintain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are just merely shout outs, each one dedicated to different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having someone is addictive (which is bad) and LESSEN YOUR CURSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-7392142909118549657?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/7392142909118549657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=7392142909118549657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/7392142909118549657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/7392142909118549657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/triple-posting-in-one-night.html' title='Triple posting in one night!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-428658134620738121</id><published>2010-03-30T06:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:25:36.562+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My long awaited text production #2</title><content type='html'>Global warming is an occurrence where the average world’s temperature increases. Concern has been growing rapidly over the past few decades among nature-lovers and scientist alike. Many parties have put in great amount of money and effort in search of the truth behind this travesty and the results suggest a depressing tale. There is a saying that goes, "In the absence of light, darkness prevails". Therefore, by not taking any drastic and swift actions to correct this problem, global warming will grow exponentially until it reaches a certain point where it is beyond human’s control. When the world gets hotter, a series of events will follow after – each with its’ own negative effects and solutions to these problems are a necessity and not just a simple need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those events is the rising of the sea level and that ultimately, will drastically decrease our limited supply of habitable land. In Al Gore’s “The Inconvenient Truth”, he talks on the odds of two major ice sheets in West Antarctica and Greenland to collapse, in which either both will increase the global sea level by around 6 metres. The number might look small but that slight change in sea level will sink numerous low-altitude areas, especially those near costal area. The worrisome part about this is that one tenth of the people on earth live in areas less than 10 metres above sea level (Holli Riebeek, 2007). If that really were to happen, millions of people’s lives will be lost and render many more homeless – perhaps even without a nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, global warming also causes a disturbance in the equilibrium of nature’s ecosystem. Animals and plants will be forced to adapt themselves to the changes global warming has made on the seasons (Al Gore, 2007). If these organisms fail to catch up with the changes, they will face a brutal possibility of being extinct. Diseases which used to bring  death and despair to people back in the olden days now resurface and continues doing what it has been doing for a long time – kill people. Plus, new diseases such as SARS, Arena virus and Lyme disease are also an effect global warming brings. (Al Gore, 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrective measures should be taken into action with no further delay in order to prevent global warming from worsening and alleviate the current situation. Contrary to what public thinks, most people already have sufficient know-how in order to combat excessive carbon emission. The solutions are in our hands (Al Gore, 2007). We could use energy-saving light bulbs, get an economical car with better mileage, use public transportation, turn off the lights when they are not being used and many more. At an international level, many countries have already joined Kyoto Protocol with the intention of saving the earth by reducing a percentage of carbon dioxide emission. Other countries, primarily, USA need to follow the example shown by these countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, global warming is an issue that brings us to a time where we must reconsider the actions we have on this earth – the path we took to better our lives with the cost of global warming. Earth is a place where all of us share the luxury and the comfort of having a place to live and we share this planet with the animals and the plants. They deserve to sustain life in here as much as we do. So, let us all, hand-in-hand, tackle this problem and ascertain a better future for the next generation. As said by Winston Churchill, “The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays is coming to its close in its place we are entering a period of consequences.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-428658134620738121?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/428658134620738121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=428658134620738121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/428658134620738121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/428658134620738121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-long-awaited-text-production-2_29.html' title='My long awaited text production #2'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-4179969943420985860</id><published>2010-03-30T06:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:04:03.440+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>I love waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and the time suddenly decided that it should be 3.03AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be earning my beard by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-4179969943420985860?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/4179969943420985860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=4179969943420985860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4179969943420985860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4179969943420985860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3727752735859754158</id><published>2010-03-26T12:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:40:14.814+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Production #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-right:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Global warming is a world-wide issue that affects all of us in many aspects. Concern has been growing rapidly over the past few decades among nature-lovers and scientist alike. Many parties have put in great amount of money and effort in search of the truth behind this travesty and the results suggest a depressing tale. There a saying that goes, "In the absence of light, darkness prevails".  Therefore, by not taking any drastic and swift actions to correct this problem, global warming will grow exponentially until it reaches a certain point where it is beyond human’s control. When the world gets hotter, a series of events will follow after – each with its’ own negative effects.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of those events is the rising of the sea level and that ultimately, will drastically decrease our limited supply of habitable land. According to Al Gore in his “The Inconvenient Truth”, he talks on the odds of two major ice sheets in West Antarctica and Greenland to collapse, in which either both will increase the global sea level by around 6 metres. The number might look small but that slight change in sea level will sink numerous low-altitude areas, especially those near costal area. The worrisome part about this is that one tenth of the people on earth live in areas less than 10 meters above sea level (Holli Riebeek, 2007). If that really were to happen, millions of people’s lives will be lost and render many more homeless – perhaps even without a nation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than that, global warming also causes a disturbance in the equilibrium of nature’s ecosystem. Millions of organisms, be it animals or plants, are forced to adapt themselves to the changes global warming has made on the seasons (Al Gore, 2007).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If these organisms fail to catch up with the changes, they will face a brutal possibility of being extinct. Diseases which used to brought death and despair to people back in the olden days now resurface and continues doing what it has been doing for a long time – kill people. Plus, new diseases such as SARS, Arena virus and Lyme disease are also an effect global warming brings. (Al Gore, 2007). In addition, mosquitoes are now appearing at a higher altitude as compared to decades ago. This animal lives in a habitat where it is warm enough for them to find food and reproduce. As the world gets slightly hotter, the places where mosquitoes are able to live get wider and higher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Corrective measures should be taken into action with no delay in order to prevent global warming from worsening and alleviate the current situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Contrary to what public thinks, most people already have sufficient know-how in order to combat excessive carbon emission. The solutions are in our hands (Al Gore, 2007). We could use energy-saving light bulbs, get an economical car with better mileage, use public transportation, turn off the lights when they are not being used and many more. At an international level, many countries have already joined Kyoto Protocol with the intention of saving the earth by reducing a percentage of carbon dioxide emission.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In short, global warming is an issue that brings us to a time where we must reconsider the actions we have on this earth – the path we took to better our lives with the cost of global warming. Earth is a place where all of us share the luxury and the comfort of having a place to live and we share this planet with the animals and the plants. They deserve to sustain life in here as much as we do. So, let us all, hand-in-hand, tackle this problem and ascertain a better future for the next generation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As said by Winston Churchill, “The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays is coming to its close in its place we are entering a period of consequences.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3727752735859754158?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3727752735859754158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3727752735859754158&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3727752735859754158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3727752735859754158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/text-production-1.html' title='Text Production #1'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3046462733143935355</id><published>2010-03-14T00:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:35:33.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'>On the point, sir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This house believes that..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obligations &lt;/span&gt;and not interest, I just participated in INTI Nilai's Debate Competition. As fancy and prestigious as it may sound, it is, in fact, just a debate competition done in my college and compared to the other debate competitions I have joined in the past, this has got to be the smallest and quickest in terms of.. everything, really - number of participating teams, number of rounds done and time taken to start wrap up the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/S5uZmGYZkuI/AAAAAAAAADE/8fwMzejJ6xg/s1600-h/13032010315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/S5uZmGYZkuI/AAAAAAAAADE/8fwMzejJ6xg/s320/13032010315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448117054061777634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was the time-keeper but I debated the rounds before and after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is certainly not the most boring one I've tried - I had fun! Thanks to Karen and Luo Wen and for the record, this is my first time debating with a foreigner ( it's Luo Wen, just in case ) but it didn't feel awkward at all. In fact, I felt as if I've been their teammates for a long time but it's probably because I've seen them in the debate practices often enough to the point where I'm very familiar with them, Karen especially. The motions were pretty interesting, too. The three motions used was THBT Barrack Obama does not deserve the Nobel Peace Prize, THBT space exploration should be the main focus in scientific research and for the finals, THBT Politics is just a matter of business. Yes, there were only three motions because only 3 teams joined this competition - see what I meant by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smallest&lt;/span&gt;? Anyway, we debated on the 1st and 3rd motions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/S5uZlzczuqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/db-K_8zwpqg/s1600-h/13032010316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/S5uZlzczuqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/db-K_8zwpqg/s320/13032010316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448117048979995298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The other motions. Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st motion was still manageable but 3rd motion &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;killed &lt;/span&gt;me. We turned it into an economics debate which I'm very weak at, at the moment. I'm taking economics subject but I'm still new at it. We lost but I never have expected to win anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I cut my hair, now it looks like I'm a kid. The guy who cut my hair screwed up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/S5uiULRrWfI/AAAAAAAAADM/s08ICwbcyWM/s1600-h/12032010314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/S5uiULRrWfI/AAAAAAAAADM/s08ICwbcyWM/s320/12032010314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448126641742764530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3046462733143935355?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3046462733143935355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3046462733143935355&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3046462733143935355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3046462733143935355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-point-sir.html' title='On the point, sir!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/S5uZmGYZkuI/AAAAAAAAADE/8fwMzejJ6xg/s72-c/13032010315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1040649983231091724</id><published>2010-03-09T06:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:21:31.852+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Respond respond!</title><content type='html'>When I wished I wanted to be normal in my past post, I didn't really think it through. I guess you could say that the line skipped the logic part of my brain and went straight to my fingers where they did clickity click on the keyboard, producing the post in the process =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been doing some thinking ( a few mins only lah ) and what I want is not to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; per se but instead to be my normal &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the old me that I was back when I was in secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;the old me that enjoyed crapping to the point where I considered crapping as a hobby,&lt;br /&gt;the old me that enjoys the company of people,&lt;br /&gt;the old me that rarely goes emo,&lt;br /&gt;the old me that won't go down without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back, I can see myself as an organisms that adapts to its' surrounding. By surrounding, I meant the people. The people here are not the same as those people I see back in my secondary school - they're different in a lot of ways. I see myself as part of a firm in an oligopoly market, hehe - I'm interdependent to other people. I wonder how I could let myself be influenced in such a way - how could I let myself be dictated by changes and oddities in my surrounding. I should have stay true to who I am despite the flaws and defects - I find that very pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermm... still no&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1040649983231091724?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1040649983231091724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1040649983231091724&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1040649983231091724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1040649983231091724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/respond-respond.html' title='Respond respond!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6024727256493314307</id><published>2010-03-02T05:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:43:53.497+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want</title><content type='html'>Should I be realistic or optimistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I choose to be the former, then the answer would probably be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. The pattern seems to point to that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I choose to be optimistic, then it'll be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; and that will definitely make me extremely happy, but then again, it's hard being happy on a lie that you're telling to yourself. In the end, it'll boil back to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point of being optimistic? The only thing you'll get from being that naive is disappointment and grief - something that time and friend can only partially heal it. The rest would be how forgetful you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After all these ramblings, I still do love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6024727256493314307?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6024727256493314307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6024727256493314307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6024727256493314307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6024727256493314307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-want.html' title='What I want'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8943296270243635436</id><published>2010-03-01T20:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:07:20.649+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I stop breathing.</title><content type='html'>Mr Yee asked for a sunflower when he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be recognize as my persona, not who I am inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8943296270243635436?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8943296270243635436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8943296270243635436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8943296270243635436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8943296270243635436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-i-stop-breathing.html' title='The day I stop breathing.'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-362326380737922456</id><published>2010-02-28T20:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:24:15.794+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Change..</title><content type='html'>In a place where "the usual" doesn't really exist, it's really hard not to lose yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-362326380737922456?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/362326380737922456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=362326380737922456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/362326380737922456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/362326380737922456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/change.html' title='Change..'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5460532193103427490</id><published>2010-02-24T00:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:58:39.435+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I am</title><content type='html'>normal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5460532193103427490?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5460532193103427490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5460532193103427490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5460532193103427490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5460532193103427490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-i-am.html' title='I wish I am'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1530362647204763331</id><published>2010-02-23T02:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:19:14.662+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeee~</title><content type='html'>What a joyful day it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DAMN!!! I CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyday is like today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;UNREQUITED LOVE? I WANT SOME ANSWERS, LEAVING ME IN THE DARK IS MAKING ME SUFFER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee~ wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I WANT TO UNLOAD TO SOMEONE BUT WHO SHOULD I TELL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines and the moon brightens our darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just want.. someone to say it's alright. Deceiving myself doesn't work anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To turn our frown upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1530362647204763331?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1530362647204763331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1530362647204763331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1530362647204763331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1530362647204763331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/weeee.html' title='Weeee~'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3929160151696341503</id><published>2010-02-22T04:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:40:47.208+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm updating because I'm too lazy to do my homework!!</title><content type='html'>Let the title be a confession! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm screwed this week and probably weeks after that but I don't give a damn, at least not now because I'm ignorant. If ignorance really is bliss, I guess I'm the happiest guy on earth. With that said, let me state that most of my homework are yet to be touched, let alone finished. Laugh now, enjoy now and grief and curse later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Akmal, chill!&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3929160151696341503?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3929160151696341503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3929160151696341503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3929160151696341503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3929160151696341503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-updating-because-im-too-lazy-to-do.html' title='I&apos;m updating because I&apos;m too lazy to do my homework!!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-2097097982811283378</id><published>2010-02-14T23:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:41:31.535+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain to me why?</title><content type='html'>It's only the 2nd day back in my hometown and I'm already this fucking bored&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It used to be noisy around me and now it's so quiet. I miss all that noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-2097097982811283378?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/2097097982811283378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=2097097982811283378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2097097982811283378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2097097982811283378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/explain-to-me-why.html' title='Explain to me why?'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8843784639404331733</id><published>2010-02-13T15:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:21:39.818+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Had I known...</title><content type='html'>Reached my hometown, Batu Pahat a while ago and I'm surprised as to how much I miss my hometown. Honestly, before this, I thought staying in INTI was a better idea but now I'm here, guess I'll say that was a stupid thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly probably because of the faster Internet connection I'm getting here. Tee hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as cliche as it is, I'll still say it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8843784639404331733?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8843784639404331733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8843784639404331733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8843784639404331733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8843784639404331733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-i-known.html' title='Had I known...'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6980558545909034920</id><published>2010-02-10T00:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:52:04.488+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My formal response for another formal response to a formal request</title><content type='html'>Dear Miss Zhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:RE:Proposal for Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to your quondam letter in which my proposal was rejected, It is an etiquette of a gentleman that I, at the very least, express my gratitude for considering and actually read my letter of proposal. I would also like to note that I find your firm's pride in quick decision making rather appalling as it clearly proves that female homo Sapiens  generally do not utilize their brain in any matter but instead, rely on their limbic system in decision making - It's the part that controls emotion, in case you don't know which I'm very sure to the point of certainty that you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rationale behind your rejection, I have zero interest in such trivial matters as it is merely a rambling from the degenerated and old. Please note that I do not have, as you phrase it, "presumptuous attitude" but rather pity from a successful and reasonable youth to an unwanted and frail woman whom should qualify to be a grandmother. Also, please think before you write ; in your letter, you clearly state in the same paragraph that you were not going to reveal the rationale but you end up writing 6 reasons which, in my honest opinion, vividly shows that you are overly proud and downright dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the response to your reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm taking this love agenda into a serious business-like manner to suitably depict your current biological age which I need not explain as you should be up-to-date in matters pertaining to your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm saddened by the fact that you are completely oblivious to your own feelings. Let me remind you that during our last meeting, you were blushing to to the point where your face matches the blood red lipstick that you wear so generously on your meaty part on your face that you call as lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Again, pertaining to the meeting we had, I would gladly prompt you that you were the one who were so enthusiastic in meeting me - the thick sweat marks under your armpits were apparent to public and thus, proving my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not get over yourself over my past letter as it was intended for your sister - making you a mere medium that I had to use to get to your sister, who is infinitely a better treat for the eyes compared to you and much importantly, has a heart. I'm pretty sure there is a void of emptiness in your chest which is suppose to be where the heart is. Good news is, you do not have to reply to this letter as I am currently dating your sister and she is my lover with good prospects in being my future wife. As for your size 14 shoe, I gave it to the rats. However, they, too, rejected it due to its unfavourable odour that is strongly radiating from your it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Loh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6980558545909034920?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6980558545909034920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6980558545909034920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6980558545909034920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6980558545909034920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-formal-response-for-another-formal.html' title='My formal response for another formal response to a formal request'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8563255873806978099</id><published>2010-02-10T00:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:35:30.049+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The nature of me</title><content type='html'>Sorry to Vijeya for not being able to entertain her - was kinda emo and I don't talk random when asked to, it comes, well, randomly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Karee ( Curry Ayam ) and Aaron for making my emo-ness go poof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8563255873806978099?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8563255873806978099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8563255873806978099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8563255873806978099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8563255873806978099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/nature-of-me.html' title='The nature of me'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3274210652808482379</id><published>2010-02-08T01:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:00:53.423+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Weekends are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;, I could feel time ticking away its' rust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3274210652808482379?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3274210652808482379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3274210652808482379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3274210652808482379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3274210652808482379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1704683537002404890</id><published>2010-02-04T21:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:13:57.691+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shampoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I just love my class suddenly, and for obvious reason too - they made my day super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; awesome. If only someone recorded all of that, I would've watch that n/o times ; n = any constant. Really, I can't remember when was the last time I laughed so hard that long - I'm amazed I could do, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Ah, I'm also amazed by my classmates, how little did I know they're that good of an actor. It's like revealing their inner side, well, not all, if you know what I mean. From that presentation, I've learned the fun side of everyone, perchance even their inner-naughty side also. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part, I'm not gonna comment anything, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wakakakaka&lt;/span&gt; - it's just that I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tooooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun. Embarrassing, yet fun. What I couldn't comprehend was how calm I was at that time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Herm&lt;/span&gt;, probably due to the 1 hour period of non-stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sesiapa&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;baca&lt;/span&gt; post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;harap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sebarkan&lt;/span&gt; ape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;berlaku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;situ&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rules: once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never this kind of posting before but no harm comes from trying, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 1:&lt;br /&gt;My dad's, grandad's name and even mine are only 5 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 2:&lt;br /&gt;I like my name being short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 3:&lt;br /&gt;I like music, A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 4:&lt;br /&gt;I hate evening naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 5:&lt;br /&gt;If did had an evening nap, I would be waking up with a really terrible mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 6:&lt;br /&gt;I'm always dissatisfied with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 7:&lt;br /&gt;I love to drink cold milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 8:&lt;br /&gt;I'm really a shy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 9:&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me will probably say Fact 9 is a big lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 10:&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently learning how to play the drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 11:&lt;br /&gt;I love new things and hate to be stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 12:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mix blood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 13:&lt;br /&gt;My blood is red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 14:&lt;br /&gt;I have a black belt in Taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 15:&lt;br /&gt;Fact 14 is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 16:&lt;br /&gt;I hate sports in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 17:&lt;br /&gt;I forgot when was the last time I exercised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 18:&lt;br /&gt;My weight is bordering thin and normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 19:&lt;br /&gt;I eat a lot for someone of my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 20:&lt;br /&gt;I like to joke around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 21:&lt;br /&gt;My jokes are extremely lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 22:&lt;br /&gt;I love to bug people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 23:&lt;br /&gt;I think I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 24:&lt;br /&gt;I have curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 25:&lt;br /&gt;I'm random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never knew writing 25 facts about myself could be this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tag people since I'm lazy. So, those who read this, feel free to be tagged. =)&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to Katy's many comments in the last post, I found this layout by Google-ing. After that, I changed the background by adding a bit of myself into. The rest are just basic HTML coding. Herm, I also do other people's layout, provided I have time and I prefer to keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;Just nudge me in MSN, I'll reply if you ask nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, got meeting now. Dang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1704683537002404890?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1704683537002404890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1704683537002404890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1704683537002404890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1704683537002404890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/shampoo.html' title='Shampoo!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1318190407221711144</id><published>2010-02-04T16:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:37:09.826+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn!</title><content type='html'>Must be mentally prepared to do what I'm gonna do for my econs presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ARGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1318190407221711144?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1318190407221711144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1318190407221711144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1318190407221711144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1318190407221711144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn.html' title='Damn!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8751254742842941318</id><published>2010-02-03T10:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:18:34.407+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Guily of bloggin</title><content type='html'>Damn, 45 minutes until my spec maths quiz and here I am, blogging, terrible betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's some glitch in this layout and I did spent like 5 minutes trying to solve it but meh, that can wait. We live for a greater purpose rather than just blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite, wish me luck people/person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8751254742842941318?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8751254742842941318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8751254742842941318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8751254742842941318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8751254742842941318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/guily-of-bloggin.html' title='Guily of bloggin'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3445580041387757240</id><published>2010-02-03T03:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:30:00.082+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipmunk-fied</title><content type='html'>I have spec maths quiz in another 7 and a half hour and I'm scared shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I messed up a few of my favourite songs to sound like they're being sung by the chipmunks (Theo!). These songs should be listened moderately because they have super freaking high pitch which is a bad for my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Malasnyer nak study =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3445580041387757240?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3445580041387757240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3445580041387757240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3445580041387757240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3445580041387757240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/chipmunk-fied.html' title='Chipmunk-fied'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-7415055634964128030</id><published>2010-02-02T23:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:48:56.478+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Call it my own</title><content type='html'>Finally, a blog layout that defines a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes people or person, that's a supply demand graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-7415055634964128030?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/7415055634964128030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=7415055634964128030&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/7415055634964128030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/7415055634964128030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/call-it-my-own.html' title='Call it my own'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-7572281148803251847</id><published>2010-02-02T12:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:51:44.827+11:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>If I were to blog more regularly and less randomly, I would've reached the 100th post a heck of a long time ago but being me, it's rather expected. Really, My posts are random in all sort of way, my mood changes kinda rapidly - happy in the morning, not-so-happy in the evening but that's part of a teenager's life, I guess. My sudden drive to blog is sporadic to the point where if there was a graph showing my frequency of posting, it would've been like a kid's drawing of grass - going up and down at a rapid succession. What's even worse or better is the content of post! If you have been following ( which I doubt so ) or at least read two or more of my post, you should have noticed that logical stream of thoughts isn't really my thing. I write what I feel like writing and that is certainly not really a good thing to do if it is for exam purposes - the word "screwed" seems to fit well there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm okay with that. Why? Because my post paints a picture of who I am, well, not all, but I can roughly see what I was 2-3 years ago and how I am currently. The corny/lame side of my is vividly depicted in the choice of words and sentencing in my post, even in the earlier ones. Honestly, I like how I am when I was 16, I'm aware that normal is not really the best choice of word to describe, it shouldn't even be considered but I'm fine with, in fact, I think I like the fact that I wasn't normal. As Vijeya worded it, normal is for boring people and oddity is for people like us. Then again, if everybody is odd, wouldn't that mean odd is a normal thing and ultimately, is trait of a boring person? A little food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, shit, I'm suppose to do my research proposal but I end up typing this post. Oh well, at least I'm writing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, btw btw, thanks a lot to Vijeya for that awesome post! I never quite really see myself as how you described me in that post of yours. Awesome =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I asked you whether I can say "I love you" to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seriously? Did I really have to ask that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You question my love and it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You asked me back how I feel about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and I answered: Like I've never felt for anyone before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and that, my dear, is the truth and nothing but the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta prepare for class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-7572281148803251847?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/7572281148803251847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=7572281148803251847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/7572281148803251847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/7572281148803251847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6591745956407559710</id><published>2010-02-01T19:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:40:03.525+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide Penguins!</title><content type='html'>Don't mind the title, I just can't think of the topic for this post. So, I'm just putting random titles. Well, a bit of randomness is your life isn't going to kill you. Quite the contrary, in fact - I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up this morning feeling goody goody ( The post before this being the proof). Then when class started, I suddenly went emo, lol. I have no idea why but I felt like punching someone, reaaalll hard. The emo dragged on for 4 hours straight. So, if I gave a very cold response to anyone a while ago, I'm sorry, I didn't meant to. I just felt really really angry of something suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from an hour session of drumming and it is awesomeeee. Losing some steam in the process. However, I was kinda ticked off by the idiot who screwed around with the drum's position. I didn't drum alone, of course. Good things are meant to be shared. So, I shared the music room with Soo but I do felt sorry for him. Keyboard isn't really the most loudest of instrument and drum isn't really the quietest of instrument. I think he got used to it. I hope. If he hasn't, I'm really really sorry &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't promise you it won't happen again, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumming is getting kinda addicting. Even though I still suck at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6591745956407559710?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6591745956407559710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6591745956407559710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6591745956407559710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6591745956407559710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/02/suicide-penguins.html' title='Suicide Penguins!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8378980168175720598</id><published>2010-02-01T12:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:37:09.229+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice!</title><content type='html'>Happy 1st of February to you all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not really special day per se but I just want to feel happy. The days before this hasn't really been good to me. Too many negative externalities. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have Economics class in another half an hour and I feel like going for drumming in the afternoon but of that, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm, I'm very certain I did dream last night but I suppose I didn't remember it. All the nights before this were pretty much similar. However, I do remember a little bit of the dreams that concerns someone. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, gotta go bathe~&lt;br /&gt;I'm stinky~ wee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8378980168175720598?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8378980168175720598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8378980168175720598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8378980168175720598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8378980168175720598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/01/rejoice.html' title='Rejoice!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6255905033042047853</id><published>2010-02-01T05:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T05:38:17.008+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A request for myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm missing someone a lot =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do I feel as if we're friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want you, but you're not giving it to me, aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want to say "I love you", but you're not letting me, aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want to be close to you, but you're distancing yourself from me, aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have feelings for you, but I don't think the feelings you have for me is the same, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want to ask all of these, but I can't seem to bring myself to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm afraid of the answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm such a COWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my eyes can't close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6255905033042047853?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6255905033042047853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6255905033042047853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6255905033042047853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6255905033042047853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/01/request-for-myself.html' title='A request for myself'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5026619607462087386</id><published>2010-01-31T12:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:19:09.055+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More drama than a soap opera.</title><content type='html'>I love and hate my life and that's the truth. I hate it because so many negative events happened and will happen and I'm very sure of that. Every of such occurrences always seem to smack truth into me - the continuing domino effect of my faults and mistakes. These problems never cease to bring me down - it hurts so terribly in the inside but crying is never really an option. I was weak and that weakness was what caused all those screw ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every event scars me and that those scars heals eventually. Strengthening my heart in the process. What used to hurt so badly, hurt a lot less. What used to make me want to cry now makes me vengeful and fuels me to fend off my problems. The naive part of me still exist but lessening in the short-sightedness when seeing a problem. My eyes were forcefully opened to view the ugly side of the world - the side I ventured and got lost and end up having to remorse my past but I will not let my past define me. Instead, I will continue to search the real me - a path so confusing, I once lost track of who I really am. I'm still stuck in the middle, still choosing which side I really want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because I have friend whom I can say "I'm not normal" to them and they still accept me for who I am. For that, I'm really grateful. I admit that I'm odd in a certain way but that oddity is no reason for me to be not be happy in life. However, if it wasn't for my friends, I think I wouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance brings me salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday and I had loads of fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for those wishes all of you spammed in my Facebook. It was tiring replying all of those wishes but I did my best. Frankly, I don't really like my birthday to be celebrated, that's why I prefer to just receive wishes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was very lovely =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5026619607462087386?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5026619607462087386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5026619607462087386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5026619607462087386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5026619607462087386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-drama-than-soap-opera.html' title='More drama than a soap opera.'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-2339675737734754528</id><published>2010-01-26T07:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:38:46.273+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction | Salvation</title><content type='html'>It's 430am now and yet I'm still not asleep. In fact, I'm still quite awake -  probably because of all those caffeine from nescafe. Class starts in another 5 hours and a half but I don't care, sleep, to me, is a waste of time. If time to sleep were to spent for something else, that would make my life much more eventful since I always forget what I dream about. That sucks terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm slightly better now. Happy birthday and Thanks lotsa to Mr Justin Lim Poahong for cheering me up back then. You've always been the ears where I can complain and complain. It's not like it's uncommon seeing joining this zoo of Blog Animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a sudden urge to sleep appears. Ah btw, speaking of addiction, I did have my own share of addiction of something. No, it's not cigarette nor drugs but something else. Plus, I won't ever say who was that, what was that and stuff like those. I am however determined to repeat those mistakes. haih..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-2339675737734754528?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/2339675737734754528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=2339675737734754528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2339675737734754528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2339675737734754528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/01/addiction.html' title='Addiction | Salvation'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-140576073530545052</id><published>2010-01-25T20:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:35:17.855+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a life</title><content type='html'>I'm lost and my thought are everywhere. Loud music drowns everything else - a bliss. I'm not okay. It's my fault, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-140576073530545052?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/140576073530545052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=140576073530545052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/140576073530545052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/140576073530545052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-life.html' title='Living a life'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-204274270300249631</id><published>2010-01-24T20:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T04:20:25.625+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Abberation of a stupid idiot</title><content type='html'>Once again, out of the blue, I went into hiatus which happens so often to the point of sickening. That is true, provided, of course, there are those who follow or perhaps even readers of my sick lil' blog. However, I will be optimistic on this matter as I am, though people would strongly beg to differ, sensible. So here I am, sitting uncomfortably on my plastic chair, typing away crap or in a more subtle word, manure, which I so wanted to do for a very long time. This is, after all, my passion - the norm of society, of course, wouldn't be part of its descriptive. Nonetheless, I shall pursue this zest of mine with great paroxysm. Note that this nonsense ends when I stop breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holds breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Sunday and is usually the most boring day of the week. Partly because it's the last day of the weekend and definitely because of the classes on the very next day. However, today's Sunday is an exception. Why? Because I said so and what I say supersede all logic and explanation. Anyway, I had a really fun weekend, thanks to my brother for taking the whole family for a random holiday. I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Malacca and had a blast, we stayed in some condo in A'famosa, the lively and dead holiday place. It's lively because people seems to annoyingly flock recreational spot. I see it dead because a lot of land space are yet to be utilized and also because of the shockingly poor maintenance despite being an international holiday area. Enough indulging on my baseless opinion. Let's get on to what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after much delay due to me and my sis's inability to wake up at the right time, we all went to the water world. If I were to summarized the whole experience in there, I would've used the word "wet". However, since I'm such a good sport, I'll use more adjective, verbs, noun, conjunctive, and whatnot. Due to time constraint, we had to rush through the rides. We end being tired because of all the running up the stairs and not because of having too much fun, which we did, by the way - Immensely, if I might add. However, the experience would've been better if the water was not so concentrated with chlorine which I could detect even before I went into the water and also if I knew how to swim. Yes, people of the nonexistent world, I can't swim. In fact, the only way I could swim is the rock style - sink all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after that which is today. We tried on other recreational activity. Go kart was insanely fun. It was faster than I thought it would be and I had alot of fun crunching the pedal - satisfying my inner craving for speed. *evil laugh* What was really fun, however, was sharing it with someone else. In this case, my dad and my sis, I drove for 2 rounds. The first round, my dad was my passenger and my sis was my passenger in the last round. I drove slowly in the first round, I wouldn't want to give my dad a heart attack - I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a good son. The 2nd round, however, is a different story - I sped as if my life depends on it. Almost had an accident, though but it's no fun when your life is not on the line, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a few other things as well but I'm too lazy to write it up. However, I want to highlight the fact that throughout my stay in Malacca, I ate like a pig - munching and biting almost non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel as if people are avoiding me =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm, guess I'm picking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-204274270300249631?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/204274270300249631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=204274270300249631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/204274270300249631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/204274270300249631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2010/01/abberation-of-stupid-idiot.html' title='Abberation of a stupid idiot'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3528319462549401570</id><published>2009-12-15T02:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:54:24.825+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm okay</title><content type='html'>Time heals, and I'm a living proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I was just texting with one of my NS friend, updating on how he's been. He complained to me his miserable life in a college and asked me how to make life better. I told him to be patient and keep a positive mind and at that moment, I felt kinda hypocritical. So I opt to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess recent happenings kinda dull my senses, blinded me from seeing the greener side of life. So I revert back to my old self - the old carefree me and I'm happy... For real =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my holiday, nothing much has happened, go out with friends, watch movie, crap around. Still, that doesn't change the fact that I'm still uber bored. This blog turned from a blog to a heap of dung of boring-ness. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm.. One question - would people look at me differently if they know who I really am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3528319462549401570?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3528319462549401570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3528319462549401570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3528319462549401570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3528319462549401570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-okay.html' title='I&apos;m okay'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-2135588363137966953</id><published>2009-12-09T01:07:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:24:28.814+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the lines</title><content type='html'>If time was really moving at a varying speed, then I would say time has been moving slow and continues to slow down during my entire holiday. But I'm happy, I guess and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Been feeling depressed lately as if I'm losing my will to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have friends. If not, my holiday would've been worse. At least with them, I feel alive =P .Having such caring friends really does put colour in your life and I appreciate them a lot. Especially my secondary school friends, they made a rainbow out of my black and white life. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm feeling lonely, I need someone. I want to love and be loved at the same time, why is it that hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this past two weeks have really been an inspirational period for me. I've attempted to make music using a software called FL studio last year and now, I'm pretty much addicted to it - I can never get enough of em'. Ideas have been pouring into me like nuts and because of that, I'm deprived of my sleep. Urgh, panda eyes all over again. I'm happy nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I making more songs these past few weeks because I wanted to express myself more, a bottle has its limit as to how much pressure it can take. I feel like a whirlwind going through my head. Nightmares keeping me awake every now and then. I'm feeling angry to myself. I want love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, sleepy lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-2135588363137966953?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/2135588363137966953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=2135588363137966953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2135588363137966953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2135588363137966953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/12/between-lines.html' title='Between the lines'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-4609240547499671636</id><published>2009-12-05T05:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:47:01.387+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats!</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough blogging about my life, time to write something with more life. Time to blog about cats! Yes, you read it right, it's cats, lao mao, kucing or whatever you call it. Those furry lil' thing will be on the spotlight in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing else to blog, guess I'll write up about Manga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga has always been a part of me, I grew up around Manga. The first one being Dragon Ball, a manga about fighting and only fighting. In fact, all there is to it IS fighting. After that, I started reading Sailormoon. Before you laugh ( I know you are now =.= ), they are my sisters'. I have 3 of em' and all of them like Sailormoon. So, having finish reading dragonball, all 42 Volumes of them. I had no other choice but Sailormoon. Again, it's about fighting, well, partially about love but at age 10+, I don't give a damn about love. =D Yes, kiddies, at that age, I've no friend and no life, what do you expect me to do anyway? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, manga has been evolving until now. It now has so many genres, that even I, the great manga reader, don't know. Shounen, shoujo, seinen, and many more. Eh eh, a sudden surge of laziness just came to me. So guess I'll write something shorter. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading Chii's Sweet Home. The manga is about the life of a kitten who got lost, found by some kid and lived. As to why I'm reading it? I have no idea. It's just pure adorable-ness. Haha. I've read too much gory and bloody mangas to the point where I'm actually blogging about Kitty manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm currently working on a new track and I kinda like it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Joel said it, it's gonna take patience and inspirations for me to finish it. I have no problem with the inspiration part but being patient is biggg problem for me. Haih Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-4609240547499671636?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/4609240547499671636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=4609240547499671636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4609240547499671636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4609240547499671636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/12/cats.html' title='Cats!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5600397762201560256</id><published>2009-12-01T04:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:37:10.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'>akljdlakjsdlkamslkdm</title><content type='html'>Hey there, yeah, you. I'm referring to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still on holiday. Yes, people, I still am and if you're feeling envious of my ridiculously long holiday, well, continue to do so. It's not like I give a damn to your short-compared-to-mine holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having holiday this long really is amazing. Why? because sooner or later, you'll run out of ideas on what to do. Herrmmm, maybe it's just me. Sheesh, this is the first time I feel my holiday going verrrryyyy sloooowww. So slow, I could literally see a moving snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've upgraded my laptop to Windows 7 and I think it's kinda awesome. K-i-n-d-a. Sure, the whole look is futuristic and all (I used XP before this) and some of my games are running slightly more smoothly. However, I still miss XP, lol. I'm still getting used to all the changes in windows, like setting IP address, enabling/disabling hardware, etc, etc. You know, stuff that'll ruin your computer. I really love the new taskbar, it's the bar at the bottom of screen with all those fancy buttons, in case you don't know :P . In XP, every running application, folders are listed in taskbar to the point where it gets crowded and messy. Well, guys in windows did an amazing job on the new taskbar, now every application and stuff are put into group according to their default application. So, let's say I open 10 firefoxs, 10 folders with 10 MSN chat windows. In the taskbar, you'll only see 3 icons - folders, MSN and firefox and clicking or hovering your mouse cursor on them would open up a list of all the windows relating to that icons. I noticed that if your firefox is running a video, the thumbnail in taskbar will show the video too which I think is a nice touch to the taskbar. Other than that, at the right-most of the taskbar is a small rectangle by which if you click on it, it'll quickly minimize everything and show the desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SxQAlWbL4uI/AAAAAAAAACs/moGR1G_Q1JE/s1600/w7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SxQAlWbL4uI/AAAAAAAAACs/moGR1G_Q1JE/s400/w7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409949694053573346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I didn't plan on writing a lengthy overview on W7 but I did anyway, so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I intended to do was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Tricks :&lt;br /&gt;Type in one these and click on I'm feeling lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Blue&lt;br /&gt;Google Goth&lt;br /&gt;Google l33t&lt;br /&gt;Google loco&lt;br /&gt;ewmew fudd&lt;br /&gt;xx-klingon&lt;br /&gt;xx-piglatin&lt;br /&gt;Google BSD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cool and funny. You should try it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, btw, I've met someone which I hope to be the one I'm looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5600397762201560256?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5600397762201560256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5600397762201560256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5600397762201560256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5600397762201560256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/11/akljdlakjsdlkamslkdm.html' title='akljdlakjsdlkamslkdm'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SxQAlWbL4uI/AAAAAAAAACs/moGR1G_Q1JE/s72-c/w7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-2752414778660066118</id><published>2009-11-22T07:21:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:22:53.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are just those moments that you feel like kicking yourself in the butt for being rash and not thinking something through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm having one those moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-2752414778660066118?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/2752414778660066118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=2752414778660066118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2752414778660066118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2752414778660066118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-just-those-moments-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-4658028825526079665</id><published>2009-11-13T04:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:28:51.659+11:00</updated><title type='text'>There are survivors?</title><content type='html'>Just watched the movie 2012, thanks to Amirul. haha. I never knew today is the first day it is screened. Lucky for me, he got 3 tickets! However, we aren't all that lucky - we had to sit in the 1st row and that would be my first experience watching a movie from the 1st row. It's not all that bad, I did not, even though I kinda expected it, sprain my neck. The seats were quite far from the screen. The only problem was that the screen was to bloody wide. It's like looking at picture up close - you can't focus on the whole picture. Plus, the movie was all about earth getting whacked from the inside and she goes crazy and I can't see all the destruction. Damn, that was frustrating. I am not sadistic, they spent like nuts doing all the CGs so I can't afford to not see them. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the movie itself. One word, pure awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the movie started at 10 and finished at 1230-ish but I didn't even feel the movie being too long. I sat for 2 and a half hours and before I knew it, it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, okok, I think a proper review is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the movie's about end of earth, judgment day, the ending or whatever lah. Sure there are a few movies out there about end of world and all of them have different ways of approach - alien attack, meteors, serious sun burns, lol. This time, the earth overheats due to some happening on the sun. The movie started with different group of people, different perspective, each having different lives. However, each group has roles to play in that movie and it is interesting to see how they cross each others' path along the movie. I'm desperately trying not to spoil too much, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics were just awesome, and as I've said, a waste if left unwatched, haha. I love how they portray the process of the world getting destroyed - somewhat artistic, in my opinion lah :D. Nothing much to say here cuz I'm lazy. Oh yeah, and the sound is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my rantings and crap :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda hit me in the face, the aspect of the end of earth, aspect of dying. If it really happens, how is it really going to happen, the chaos. Will humanity actually survive and "repopulate"? Or will everything get destroyed, leaving us no prospect of surviving? Thinking it gives me the goosebumps, really. Final words for this post would be "How come there are survivors?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-4658028825526079665?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/4658028825526079665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=4658028825526079665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4658028825526079665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4658028825526079665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-survivors.html' title='There are survivors?'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1948742964069182894</id><published>2009-11-01T05:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:25:50.062+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like fries to go with that freedom?</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that it getting harder and harder for me to blog. Reasons being non-related to my laziness, not that I'm saying that I'm not. There are just so many distraction around here. Like what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fret I shall not, at least not for now. My last paper would be 2 days from now and the lecturer did drop a warning, saying that the paper is going to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt;. Shit. Before this, he said that AUP's calculus paper was going to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;. Guess what? It wasn't at all. It wasn't at all. In fact, it was so hard, my Facebook was literally flooded by their complaints. I pity them for getting tricked by such statement. When somebody say something is easy, the immediate reaction would be the sigh of relief. Then, comes the relaxed mood. Then, comes the slacking. Finally, during exam, cursing would be the only option. Please note that I'm talking about myself, though I know some are like me - the minority group of minorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that would be holiday. I'm not sure why but I think I won't be enjoying the holiday. No idea - a hunch maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1948742964069182894?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1948742964069182894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1948742964069182894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1948742964069182894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1948742964069182894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/10/would-you-like-fries-to-go-with-that.html' title='Would you like fries to go with that freedom?'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6799096519087238694</id><published>2009-10-21T12:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:30:39.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Of notes and harmonics</title><content type='html'>August Rush inspires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too old to start listening to the music?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6799096519087238694?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6799096519087238694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6799096519087238694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6799096519087238694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6799096519087238694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-notes-and-harmonics.html' title='Of notes and harmonics'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6415733354944276047</id><published>2009-10-14T14:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:34:23.279+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Between eating and expelling what you've eaten</title><content type='html'>I just came back from my Software Application class, 1 hour earlier then I'm suppose to. Oh well, nothing to do there anyway since all she wanted us to do was finish up our frontpage work which I think I have finished it. All I did for the past 1 hour was editing my future blog's layout. Unfortunately, I didn't bring my pendrive and everybody else is using theirs. So, I had to leave it all in that computer. Haih Haih, 1 hour wasted just like that. However, knowing that I've wasted more hours before that seems to make that 1 hour less significant than it really is. At least I was there in the class, though it was only for an hour which is better than none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from the free 1 hour I have now from leaving the class early, 15 minutes will be utilized to type this post. The rest pulak will be last-minute revision time since I have Maths and Econs quiz today. Rawr as Aaron would've expressed it. I have faith in me in Econs but I'm feeling kinda scared of my Maths quiz. Really! Back in my secondary school, I had confidence most in Maths. That confidence is now gone. How sad is that? I used to enjoy doing Maths, now I suffer because of it. I used to love thinking of mathematical solutions, now I loathe doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6415733354944276047?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6415733354944276047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6415733354944276047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6415733354944276047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6415733354944276047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-eating-and-expelling-what-youve.html' title='Between eating and expelling what you&apos;ve eaten'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-4188384470292527684</id><published>2009-10-07T04:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:49:40.144+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Edacious!</title><content type='html'>Just a short post on the few things I've did for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dowloaded Adobe Photoshop CS2 and Microsoft FrontPage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect this blog to change in its appearance in the next few weeks, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-4188384470292527684?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/4188384470292527684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=4188384470292527684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4188384470292527684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/4188384470292527684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/10/edacious.html' title='Edacious!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5430216011590292410</id><published>2009-10-06T01:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:36:28.512+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>*skip the first 2 paragraphs if you are familiar with the economics concept of elasticity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In economics, elasticity is the ratio of difference in one variable to the difference in another variable. It calculates how sensitive or how responsive of a variable towards another variable. To put in a simple way, girls or female in general loves shopping for clothes and other accessories related to bodily attractiveness. In response to that, any discount on clothing or any sort of complement goods will affect greatly on the quantity that they will be purchasing - almost to the point of perfectly elastic, if I may add, but of course, it's only through my view - not to say my views are inaccurate or unreliable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, one of its determinants is the portion of income a particular good takes in comparison to other goods. In normal English, it is how much money you're putting in to purchase that item. The more money you need to put in to buy it, the more elastic it is and vice versa. For example, the price of a type of sweet is 20 cents. Let say that the price of that particular brand of sweet increase by 100%, meaning that it is now 40 cents, people, primarily kids or sweet-tooth individuals will continue purchasing that sweet as if nothing ever happened. This is due to the fact that sweet that costs 20 cents will not take a big portion of an individual's income. To show an opposite example, let say that the price of laptop increases by 10%, people will tend to buy less of that item due to the fact that laptop cost a lot and takes up greater percentage of people's income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall attempt to apply all of those stuff in real life - not mine lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, some people call it heaven, some people call it hell and I know the person who calls it hell. However, who calls it what matter not in this post because I friggin' say so. I'm gonna crap on the varying view from people about love. The big picture is how much of problem it is, provided that it really turns out to be a problem or how elastic are people towards love when it's a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My say is, it all depends on that individual as to whether how much does that person care about it. In short, how much can she/he give a damn about love woes. If a person, like me, who don't really give a damn about it, then that person will be very unlikely to be troubled by such a petty thing called love. However, the view of such type of person is uninteresting to point of monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's view from the perspective of a person with opposite belief - what if love matters are of such great importance to him? What length is he/she going to take in the name of love since that individual is very elastic towards such matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I present the questions, alas, I don't have the answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm just writing down the stuff I've been thinking for quite some time. All of which inspired by my lil' troubled friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, anyone providing the answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5430216011590292410?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5430216011590292410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5430216011590292410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5430216011590292410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5430216011590292410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3811106434983806225</id><published>2009-10-05T00:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:59:37.760+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Duality</title><content type='html'>Mwahahaha, been quite some time since I've updated anything in this blog (like I've never said that before). I was busy, well, not all the time but I had a lot of assignments (not), homework (yeah, lotsa!), and a presentation (which I believe to be very lame since I forgot half of the thing I wanted to say but what the heck, it's over! WooHoo!). I never knew presentation could be fun, especially when you've finished it, haha. It's so relieving having it done and over - it's like exploding after a week of constipation, not that I've experienced it before. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, another MPW presentation, "rejoice"! Talking about the process of governing which, till now, I've no idea how it goes but thanks to Apez for the big picture of it, haha. Spec Maths test is around the corner, it's probably going to be this week. Hopefully, not on tuesday. Hermm, and english presentation week after this. Yeah, you heard me, presentation, with slide show! -.- . I'd be happy if it's only a speech but now I have to create one slide show. *sigh* This pretty much shows how lazy I am, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, green! I joined up one club called the Green Knights. By the name of it, you'll understand that it's an environmentalist club. Mind you, I joined other clubs besides this. Anyway, somehow, I'm really feeling it - the calling of nature. That sounds wrong but you get the idea, lol.  So here's my proof of being green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SsipkRXK9ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/nz5rmwZzYkA/s1600-h/dektop%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SsipkRXK9ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/nz5rmwZzYkA/s320/dektop%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388743394749773202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, nah, it's just that I found a software called "MyColors" which I think is kinda nifty - it'll be MUCH better if it's free for use. The theme I'm using is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least it's neat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3811106434983806225?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3811106434983806225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3811106434983806225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3811106434983806225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3811106434983806225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/10/duality.html' title='Duality'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SsipkRXK9ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/nz5rmwZzYkA/s72-c/dektop%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1430989925640733287</id><published>2009-09-24T00:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:34:30.178+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed moments</title><content type='html'>Heya, guess I'm free now to blog - not that I'm not before this as some might have realised. Raya this year is slightly different this year and it's kinda tiring and boring. Not gonna elaborate much on that. That will only worsen my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, problems seem to unearth on its own even though I tried so hard to bury them. Guess truth is the only way to eliminate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered that I have a history assignment to do. Eh, Eh, I mean, one or two part of it that I need to do since my group mates are taking the rest. Still, it doesn't change the fact that it annoys me. Why? Duh, because it's history! As for english, I'll be doing some sort of creative writing and speech. For the former, guess I'll whip up some nasty sounding crap and for the latter, I'll work on it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel lethargic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1430989925640733287?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1430989925640733287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1430989925640733287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1430989925640733287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1430989925640733287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/09/changed-moments.html' title='Changed moments'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-9106559393060156982</id><published>2009-09-18T23:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:08:14.774+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-9106559393060156982?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/9106559393060156982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=9106559393060156982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/9106559393060156982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/9106559393060156982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-2203812350094892841</id><published>2009-09-16T04:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:45:06.942+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>Chatting with Ngo now. I realized a lot of things. All being bleak in nature. All about life after finishing SPM. It sucks knowing that I have been spoon fed since young. As I moved on to college life, I held on my memories of my secondary school life as that the only thing that can bring me out from my emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live a quiet, peaceful life. One that is not full of negativity. It's true that it did open eyes - making me realize of how sad life is, of how sad the world we live in. So much woes, so little hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being emo sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-2203812350094892841?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/2203812350094892841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=2203812350094892841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2203812350094892841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2203812350094892841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-929927614368695527</id><published>2009-09-14T06:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:44:53.408+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sleepy</title><content type='html'>Okay, the title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; lying, I AM tired. It's 4.39 AM and I have a class at 8.00 AM. Yay, in 3 hours and 20 minutes' time, I'll be inside the class, yawning all the way through with my head facing the floor most of the time. Plus, it's specialist maths, w00t, if I'm sleepy then I'll be confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days till Raya! But I'm going back this friday with my brother n sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be skipping class. Some sacrifice has to be made! Utilitarianism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing that also comes with a price, 3 tests in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-929927614368695527?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/929927614368695527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=929927614368695527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/929927614368695527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/929927614368695527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-sleepy.html' title='I&apos;m not sleepy'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5358222562216457624</id><published>2009-09-03T03:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:37:43.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so sporadic update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eh eh, upon realizing that the character analysis of the movie Australia work that I did so crappily carries marks, I decided to redo it since I'm not planning to screw it up... like I always did back in the secondary school. This post will also serve to educate people, INTI-ans especially on the usage of DC++, the very technology that pretty much screwed, screwing, will be screwing up my educational life here. So, be like me and get screwed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just came back from Anna's place and sure am tired as hell. lol. Thanks to Renu and VJ for inviting me. If not, my night would be an extremely boring one. Special thanks to Karen too for standing alone at the side of the road intersection, if not, I wouldn't you girls were going out. Thanks also to Nathalie for hangin out with us, Anna for being so nice to let us visit your home and to Shehan for being an arse! haha. The bottle I'm keeping will always remind me of tonight, xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Facing quizzes and tests this week and the coming weeks. I'm not prepared for it (like I need to tell you that) and feeling kinda scared. Note the kinda. To me, first test are like a base for me to comprehend the seriousness of my deepshit-ness.. Ms. Dil, if you are reading this, pardon my profanity but this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; blog xD. My personal thoughts and works must be separated. Especially when marks are involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;=========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Drover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;A man with no name, responding only to the call of “The Drover”, he lives in the land of Australia and just as the name suggested, he droves for a living. It could even be said that droving is his way of life and had been a natural occupation for him; as natural as breathing itself. Like most of Australian at his period, he dresses in a cowboy type of clothing and even though he does bathe and takes good care of his hygiene, dirt seems to always be with him – a proof of man of the wilderness. Played by Hugh Jackman in the movie Australia, The Drover will make any girl to awe and guys to admire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Drover is man of wilderness and that very wilderness shapes him up into a violent man. In the earlier scene, he entered into a pub, only to find trouble. Indeed a man of trouble, he is. He assaulted a man whom discriminated the aborigines when The Drover’s friend, Margarri tried to enter. Not paying any attention to his surroundings, he beat the living soul out of that man, leaving him with bruises that would last a lifetime. His choice in finishing his victim was smacking him on the head using one of the many bags Lady Ashley was carrying. Only when the man fell unconscious, did he stop and noticed Lady Ashley’s presence. This particular example clearly tells us of how violent of a man The Drover is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Though he may be as violent as a raging wild horse, like all living things, a part of him can still love. Love is complex, as complex as human itself. He has a unique kinship with the aborigine of the Land Down Under. When all the other people looked down and discriminated the aborigine, The Drover befriended them. Magarri is one his many indigenous friends. His late wife was also an aborigine. Though he lived in a place where discrimination is practiced widely in public, he married to an indigenous lady. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;His wild heart was also tamed by Lady Ashley through love. In his first encounter with Lady Ashley, she seemed indifferent with the other aristocratic ladies. However, as time goes by and ups and downs, he saw a whole different side of the woman she is now and that was what tamed him. No one can live and leave no flaw – the relationship between The Drover and his employer, Lady Ashley has its own share of trouble or hiccup but in the end, love prevails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Bravery is also another word that suits The Drover. His job requires him to be so but I personally believe that all the years of droving must have tempered his heart to be solid.and not easily wavered by any situation. During the first incident in the bar pertaining to his friend whom was a "boom", he bravely challenged the others to fight him. He has the courage of a lion - he stood by his friend's side even though he knew it was not going to be pretty in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;In my opinion, The Drover is a character worthy to earn the title of modal for people to follow. This world needs more man like him as he is brave and loving. That is why I believe he is my favourite character in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; =====================================&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I'm tired and sleepy.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh, but the homewrk is finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5358222562216457624?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5358222562216457624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5358222562216457624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5358222562216457624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5358222562216457624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-so-sporadic-update.html' title='Not so sporadic update'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8667747136316111299</id><published>2009-09-01T11:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:43:45.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>Just got myself to buy a 2nd hand Ibanez electric guitar but it really looks new because the owner haven't really used it.... for RM500... Is it worth it? Guys, help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8667747136316111299?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8667747136316111299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8667747136316111299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8667747136316111299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8667747136316111299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1504111303547674582</id><published>2009-08-31T15:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:41:55.019+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be for my homework. I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to choose one character from the movie Australia and write about him or her. Being the hardworking and extremely rajin guy I am, I shall choose someone of lesser importance compared to the Drover (Hugh Jackman), Lady Ashley (Nicole Kidman, *whistles*!) or even the cows. haha. Nah, obviously he is slightly more important than the cows. I'm just bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall choose King George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my analysis about this old dude that goes by the name owned by royal families of the British empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather of the adorable Nullah, King George is an aborigine of the Land Down Under. Constantly wearing exceptionally revealing clothing, he lives in the wilderness - away from civilization; such is the nature of being an aborigine of Australia at that period of time. People believes he was once the head of an indigenous tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpthMuLvDfI/AAAAAAAAACM/Bz0gkI55Rzg/s1600-h/George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375997451380395506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpthMuLvDfI/AAAAAAAAACM/Bz0gkI55Rzg/s320/George.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mystery seems to linger around him, suddenly appearing on some hill with no explanation or a visual proof of how he end up being up there; the thought of him being up there always seem to puzzle me. However, the mystifying aura he carries suit his character of being a "magic man" - one who can perform strange feats that defies logic. In his case, he knows all of the "songs" for all the things, living or not. A song from him is equivalent to an Expecto Patronum from Harry Potter. On one event where the Drover and his riders were lost in Never Never Land, he sang their way to the main city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has the strength of an Olympic javelin thrower even though he does not look like one who has that physical prowess but that's irrelevant. At the end of the movie, he showed his capability of winning a gold medal in the next Olympic's javelin throwing. When Fletcher attempted to shoot down little Nullah with his rifle, King George pierced through him like the a sandbag he is by throwing a metal rod which was extensively available at that moment due to the bombing from the Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SptlaZkZZCI/AAAAAAAAACU/3YvLZ7fj4Bo/s1600-h/kinggeorge-770586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376002084411368482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SptlaZkZZCI/AAAAAAAAACU/3YvLZ7fj4Bo/s320/kinggeorge-770586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; cool&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Another thing that should be noted here is that he has this awesome pose which fits perfectly to his mysterious self. As can be seen from the picture up there, he stands with one leg while the other lean comfortably on his other leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, this mysterious grandfather of Nullah who stands on one leg for no reason that is able to kill people from quite a distance with a metal rod adds a slight but tangible touch of mystery to movie, making the movie a must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is King George saying Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SptlaybMqfI/AAAAAAAAACc/ftXhCxsVOPM/s1600-h/83734183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376002091083672050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SptlaybMqfI/AAAAAAAAACc/ftXhCxsVOPM/s320/83734183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1504111303547674582?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1504111303547674582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1504111303547674582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1504111303547674582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1504111303547674582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/08/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpthMuLvDfI/AAAAAAAAACM/Bz0gkI55Rzg/s72-c/George.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3725218700101976299</id><published>2009-08-30T10:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:58:31.442+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading most of the post I wrote back when I was Form 3-4 (went hiatus during Form 5). If I were asked to describe it in a word; then it would be sad. Sure, there are a lot of mixed feelings too but the prominent one was grief. I believe that the present sketches our future and that our present is sketched by our past. I have a bad memory and that disallow me to look back and see who I was. However, blog can be a vessel for the selected memories to be encapsulated in the form of words. I did that. Back in the old days, I was very honest in my words. Words that really reflects my feelings and my personality at that time; enables me to see my current self in comparison to my old self and see how have I change. I could not say I've grown mature but it seems that I've lost a part of my youth - my imaginative self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself as someone who had lost a part of his childhood and replace it with a few qualities of an adult. It is saddening. I try to pick the words that sounds nice but does not truly reflect of who I am. No longer do I have that cheekiness of a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUoMQf3HI/AAAAAAAAABE/U-vrH-kH4KU/s1600-h/soh-knife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUoMQf3HI/AAAAAAAAABE/U-vrH-kH4KU/s320/soh-knife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375561417193675890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My good ole buddy and teammate, Soh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUnzgoEVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK3zjmIwm6U/s1600-h/gab-think-quarantine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUnzgoEVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK3zjmIwm6U/s320/gab-think-quarantine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375561410550436178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabriel. We were in the quarantine room before debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUnS1dCaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fr-VSMOlc-I/s1600-h/clay-sum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUnS1dCaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fr-VSMOlc-I/s320/clay-sum1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375561401779423650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone doing pottery, I had my try and it didn't turn out pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUmyW96UI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kFMi-rTB2P8/s1600-h/clouds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUmyW96UI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kFMi-rTB2P8/s320/clouds2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375561393061620034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds! Flight back to home, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUmmXZMDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6S1wl_PPjrA/s1600-h/shah-gangster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUmmXZMDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6S1wl_PPjrA/s320/shah-gangster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375561389842182194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrizan, the team captain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying&lt;/span&gt; to be a gangster. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW7wBcphI/AAAAAAAAABs/m067Bxfz2qI/s1600-h/me-bonsai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW7wBcphI/AAAAAAAAABs/m067Bxfz2qI/s320/me-bonsai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375563952234997266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with some bonsai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW7StFmiI/AAAAAAAAABk/cnVB3K4Ff2I/s1600-h/soh-josh-bonsai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW7StFmiI/AAAAAAAAABk/cnVB3K4Ff2I/s320/soh-josh-bonsai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375563944364972578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Soh with some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; bonsai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW7D41CjI/AAAAAAAAABc/Q81Bi_4oeT4/s1600-h/Mr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW7D41CjI/AAAAAAAAABc/Q81Bi_4oeT4/s320/Mr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375563940387686962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. D! Our debate teacher! He rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW6k5GRhI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PVF-yZR4Ws/s1600-h/all-together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW6k5GRhI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PVF-yZR4Ws/s320/all-together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375563932067317266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of most of the debaters. Guess the guy standing right-most. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW6bcEd_I/AAAAAAAAABM/q7gLZFRWCXI/s1600-h/clay-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnW6bcEd_I/AAAAAAAAABM/q7gLZFRWCXI/s320/clay-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375563929529645042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my hands after attempting pottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnYM-lXQaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1e_adUbDxjY/s1600-h/DSC03397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnYM-lXQaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1e_adUbDxjY/s320/DSC03397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375565347713139106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us. Akmal's in China :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnYMq-jBmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O9IeYQ_QQgk/s1600-h/soh-lost2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnYMq-jBmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O9IeYQ_QQgk/s320/soh-lost2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375565342450058850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Likes this pic a lot because I took it! The clouds are just so awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnZ9PyFsbI/AAAAAAAAACE/FqNVo3zfYuE/s1600-h/1_218804259l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnZ9PyFsbI/AAAAAAAAACE/FqNVo3zfYuE/s200/1_218804259l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375567276475265458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the old days a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~From the television show &lt;i&gt;The Wonder Years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3725218700101976299?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3725218700101976299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3725218700101976299&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3725218700101976299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3725218700101976299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/08/past.html' title='Past'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/SpnUoMQf3HI/AAAAAAAAABE/U-vrH-kH4KU/s72-c/soh-knife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-2796706466009238265</id><published>2009-08-30T02:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:06:16.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporadic Update #2</title><content type='html'>It's that time again!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah~&lt;br /&gt;It's me being high for no apparent reason again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be emo for a tad while, 'kay? Why? My holiday is about to finish. I'm about to let go my privilege of having freedom from studying. I'll die from this world and brought into the world of constant hardship. A place where I'll be shoved into a bottle of education - forced to absorb everything inside, only to be regurgitated in the end for a future certain not. Plus, the obligation I face is yet to be touched. It waits patiently. Patiently building the lethality of it and at the last minute, it explodes. Explode in such intensity to the point of total annihilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo ends here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I have not done my assignments!! I am so freaking doom. I really need to spend my time in my dorm as that's the only place where I can properly focus and do the things that I really need to do. Only in that place can I prioritize and really able to carry it out. Crap, I'm so freaking doom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm used to do my homework at the very last minute. haha. So far, I've survived. If not, I won't even be in INTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermmm, I planned on writing a few more stuff but I forgot most of it. Haha, the high period is short, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, Oh wait! Just remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty disappointed in Batu Pahat's cinemas! All of 'em. There are 3, eh, slash that, 2 cinemas here but not one of them shows the movie District 9 which I've heard (from Mr. Yee, my econs lecturer, lol) to be quite an interesting movie and a must watch for me to tackle my boredom problem that I've written in my last post. Crap betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, guess I'll be downloading it in INTI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC++ is the way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-2796706466009238265?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/2796706466009238265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=2796706466009238265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2796706466009238265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2796706466009238265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/08/sporadic-update-2.html' title='Sporadic Update #2'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1769112854045256442</id><published>2009-08-25T17:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:34:47.744+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a'/><title type='text'>Sporadic Update #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am feeling something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling seems to linger. Linger in my deepest part of my heart. Thus, only the slightest of prod of my inner self can be felt. However, it grows - grows upon reading the texts from the virtual, intangible world. I am feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O, guilty me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O, guilty me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, just so you know, the stupid poem-like, gibberish and exaggerated stuff up there is just me telling you how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freakin'&lt;/span&gt; bored I am now. I'm on semester break now and pretty much clueless on what to do for this holiday that I unworthily get. Wahahahaha. I should be revising but nah, lol - SAM programme is uber cool. wait! That's wrong. SAM programme for my batch is uber cool because I get a few months to fool around like the carefree guy I am. Wakakakaka. However, I've been getting a lot of complain from a friend of mine who takes SAM as well but she's the first batch, meaning, she has a year to study while I get a year and a half. Some people even decipher SAM as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tudy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;tau &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ati". I think AUP programme is harder, seeing all my AUP friends studying like mad at the first week of the programme. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, this post was intended to fill up this empty blog. So, those who read, I feel bad for you because you just wasted your time! w00t. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the month of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;; a month of fasting for the muslim. For some people, it's a countdown to Hari Raya. lol. For some, it's time to slim down. For some, it's to gain weight. So far, I'm okay. lol. I have this I-don't-know-why tendency to fall sick every Ramadhan. Thank god I could puasa for the first day as I had a terrible stomachache the day before. I even threw up.... IN A CAR! So the next time I'm going for a long journey by car, I'll have to abide this 3 rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't eat and watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always prepare plastic bag&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;3. If the journey involves going through winding roads, avoid eating hot food before the journey as puking would result in me feeling burning sensation in my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: Rules may or may not apply to other people. Feel free to follow. gawd, i'm random -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the activities I did for the past 3 days of my holiday. It's chronologically arranged so it's easier for you to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt; will be my plan on the things I'll be doing for the rest of my holiday. Again, I'm writing it the same way as above for the same exact reason as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can suggest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. ermm.. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead tired&lt;/span&gt; at the end of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1769112854045256442?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1769112854045256442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1769112854045256442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1769112854045256442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1769112854045256442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/08/sporadic-update-1.html' title='Sporadic Update #1'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1530863037995605456</id><published>2009-08-18T13:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:39:04.017+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak witnessed the launching of the MSC Malaysia Pahang when the state government unveiled its plans to wire the whole of Kuantan (and eventually the whole state) with fibreoptics to drive the high-speed broadband service.This also means that Kuantan will be the first place in the country to have such services which could provide speeds of up to 10 megabits per second — compared to just 300 kilobit per second that we have from the normal broadband providers...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1malaysia.com.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=3371&amp;amp;Itemid=56&amp;amp;lang=en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One baby step for Malaysia's broadband services, one not-so giant leap for Kuantan. At least it &lt;em&gt;started&lt;/em&gt;, but it's gonna take a long time until it reach Johor with Batu Pahat included. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1530863037995605456?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1530863037995605456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1530863037995605456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1530863037995605456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1530863037995605456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/08/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6412329981210872375</id><published>2009-08-14T00:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:25:30.694+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy day</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda an okay day. Had history pop quiz and was pretty scared in the beginning. All because I did not really study. The question was kinda easy and the lecturer gave away the answers anyway in the end. So, it wasn't as terrible as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I find Accountancy quite interesting and having said that, I can pretty much say I can put more effort in it without me dozing off somewhere in the middle. Even though I DID slept in Acc class before. I was tired that time. Then again, I've always felt lethargic since I arrived here. Except in some sporadic times where I got high for no reason. I am random thanks to a few of my friends from HS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermm, then I had English class which I became kinda high at the starting of the class. As time goes on, energy seem to escape from my body and I slowly became emo. Probably because I was really hungry that time. Because of that, I was really moody during Specialist Maths class. Tired and hungry during class is certainly a brain-killer for me. Or the rain, perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6412329981210872375?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6412329981210872375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6412329981210872375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6412329981210872375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6412329981210872375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/08/cloudy-day.html' title='Cloudy day'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8841020349084583799</id><published>2009-08-11T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:08:39.989+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny bit of update and large bit of homework</title><content type='html'>The only reason I'm updating this blog is because I have to do my homework using this blog. So yeah, after this short update, I'll paste my homework here :P. Anyway, I'm happy here. Nothing much to say. Actually, I've been repeating that so many times to a lot of people who always ask me how I am here. Can't blame them for being a good friend, right? I have nothing much to update as my life is pretty routine around here. Class, eat, crap, eat, study a lil bit and close it up with playing counter strike. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to note though, H1N1 has been quite an issue in INTI. However, the authorities were quick to react by setting up places for students to be checked for any symptoms. I'm okay so far but not some of my friends, suspected but seems fine. Guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This is my homework - a review for the movie "Coach Carter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,&lt;br /&gt;but that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking&lt;br /&gt;so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.&lt;br /&gt;It is not just in some; it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give&lt;br /&gt;other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our fear,&lt;br /&gt;our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;-Marianne Williamson (A Return to Love)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Those were the one of the many inspirational lines used in the movie “Coach Carter” – one of the greatest basketball movies to be made. However, this movie does not limit its fan to basketball hardcore fans, it reaches beyond. Though the movie revolves around basketball, viewers will soon realise the true focus of the movie is the troubled youth who, being pushed by Coach Carter (Samuel L. Jackson), achieved success and learnt respect the hard way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In this true story, Coach Carter was hired to coach the Richmond Oilers in basketball. Being the militaristic man he is - the players were asked to sign a contract that includes maintaining a grade of 2.3 CGPA, attending all classes and sitting in front rows. Knowing that youth in that area has a higher tendency to get into prison than into a college, he implemented those unorthodox methods to teach the youth a lot of things about the world and basketball being a minor subject - therein where the youth found the hardest part to swallow. Once things started to turn for the best, the once 4-wins –only Richmond Oilers, became one the many great teams that’s written in history of basketball by getting 16 winning streaks. However, Coach Carter had to justify the contract between him and his player and lock out his team from the gym when he found out that his team failed to fulfill the promise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Samuel L. Jackson has a natural talent in giving inspirational speeches without sounding too formal, too cliché, or even too rigid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is the type of movie that can inspire kids to go to college, or just as easily get you to go home, type up that resume, and apply for a better job. There are few actors who could balance the abundance of strength and wisdom that Samuel L. Jackson brings to the role with the hipness that makes people want to listen to him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the end, Thomas Carter whips out a few tricks to throw our concept of the sports movie on its ear and remind us all that sports are a pastime to be appreciated, but also one that teaches valuable life lessons. How to buck the odds, how to make a lasting impression, how to inform without getting too preachy. These are lessons that could not only be taught by Samuel L. Jackson's titular coach, but by the director who shares his surname as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P/s : I wrote it in Words. Hence, the different style and size of font.&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/8329766948399362060-8841020349084583799?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8841020349084583799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8841020349084583799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8841020349084583799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8841020349084583799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiny-bit-of-update-and-large-bit-of.html' title='Tiny bit of update and large bit of homework'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-418870282598844911</id><published>2009-07-21T14:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:33:08.522+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Meep</title><content type='html'>College life is kinda cool, it's different and I like embracing new stuff.. err.. most of it. Inti isn't so bad, at least better than what I thought back when I was form 3. It's located in some deserted area call Nilai and the reason why I call it so is because there are no cinema here. The only thing near to shopping complex is Giant which I've never been to since I find no reason to waste my money going there ( In a tight budget here la, still haven't get my JPA money ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food here isn't really that good and can't really be put under the list of "DON'T EAT", it's edible in short, something appropriate to be filled into my tiny stomach. Plus, I have to control what I buy to eat as I might go overbudget and not eat for the rest of the month, lols. However, some food around here are kinda nice.. hold on.. unique not nice. I went to this Indonesian-style food restaurant and they have the coolest name for their food. One of the most weirdest one is Nasi Goreng Mawut, your BM must really be rusty to not notice the slight humour in it. Mawut = maut = death. I'll try to remember the other food names, tonight perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going around is troublesome here since I don't have a car here, not that I dare to drive around here. I have to take busses, LRT, KTM, bla bla bla.. just to go somewhere - It's tiring and costly ( I don't pay the fuel back at home, hehe. ). Last weekend, I went to Sunway Pyramid just to waste time which I have abundantly but nothing fun to do. So yeah, I went to there with Wee Boon and hell it was exhausting. We took off from Inti at 1230-ish and arrived around 330pm, probably later because I remember WeeBoon saying something about the trip to Sunway took around the same amount of time to go back BP - Hey, I should've went back BP instead of going to Sunway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else, oh ya, I'm in the computer lab now for English class. We're doing blogs now and yes, that's the reason why I'm putting up a new post here. I guess you can call this "instructed procrastination". Plain procrastination would be playing facebook games while the lesson is still on which I "just so happen" to constantly commit during Software Application class. Call me naughty but a lot of my classmates are doing it. As they say, "If you can't stop em', join em' " and that's exactly what I planned since the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more uniform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot about this one, herm, how could I? It's such a major thing that I should've put it somewhere in the beginning! "Seriously" ( as Karee always say ), it kinda brings the feeling of being completely free, physically. I never noticed putting up uniform would be so constricting, in complex kinda way. The thought of wearing shorts and slippers while attending a class brings me great satisfaction, lol. No more blazers, no more ugly, hot uniform! Does this mean I'm an anarchist? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, good news, I've just got my new lappy and I'm so happy ( it rhymes and chimes ). It's not the latest or the high-end one but having one and calling it as my own is a pure pleasure. 320GB of space to be filled and I'm outta idea what to fill it with, lol, no porn for me ya, Ngo. Since Inti has free, 24/7 wifi and a network of people who shares everything in some limewire-like program, I've been downloading a lot of stuff in a very short amount of time ( Need to defrag it tonight or my lappie'll go slow ). A few more movies to watch I'm good to go! Herm, I meant to study :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-418870282598844911?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/418870282598844911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=418870282598844911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/418870282598844911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/418870282598844911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/07/meep.html' title='Meep'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3428292088263358938</id><published>2009-06-30T13:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:57:01.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin'</title><content type='html'>I'll be going in a few more hours. So, after this, I may go on a hiatus. As always, this will be a short post. I've gotta double check my stuff, I'm forgetful ( As if no one knows this ) Yeah, a new life starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow. A feel slightly less nervous but I'm gonna miss this life. But most of all, I'm gonna miss my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hear me out, friends. I've appreciated all the things you've done for me, small or big, good or bad as I believe every little thing you've done changes me in a way - I call it growing up. Somehow, little by little, all of you has shaped me into what I am today and I'm proud to say I've such good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya around~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3428292088263358938?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3428292088263358938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3428292088263358938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3428292088263358938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3428292088263358938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/06/leavin.html' title='Leavin&apos;'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-171345838755448696</id><published>2009-06-27T00:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:31:00.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost of a legend</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson or Mikaeel died at 5.56 am (21:26 UTC). For now, the cause of his death was cardiac arrest. He left just like John Lennon and Elvis Presley, as a legend, as one who changed the world with just their voice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, his death caused Twitter and even Google to crash due to sudden surge of Internet users looking for info about him - proof of a legend who shook the world and even the Internet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May his sould rest in peace.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-171345838755448696?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/171345838755448696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=171345838755448696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/171345838755448696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/171345838755448696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-of-legend.html' title='The lost of a legend'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3174129945821112232</id><published>2009-06-04T22:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:19:32.177+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE. I need to CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3174129945821112232?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3174129945821112232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3174129945821112232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3174129945821112232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3174129945821112232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-change.html' title='I need to change'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3309009563595330172</id><published>2009-06-01T22:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:39:42.217+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a deep shit!</title><content type='html'>Today was a considerably euphoric day for me since I pass my driving test and my JPA letter finally arrives. w00t!!! Yes, I am aware that my driving test is kinda late and I do regret starting late. Haha, but I passed, so the hell with it. Now I just hafta wait for my P license which means now I have something else to wait for since I got my JPA letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my SAM in INTI college in Nilai. Funny, you know, I've been reading alot of bad comments about INTI in the form of poem, haha. But I won't let it bother me that much, hopefully, lols. After that, to the land down under. Yup, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll be boxing with the kangaroos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I'm in a really deep shit!!! No jokin', a real serious problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3309009563595330172?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3309009563595330172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3309009563595330172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3309009563595330172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3309009563595330172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-deep-shit.html' title='I&apos;m in a deep shit!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-1472075909705017512</id><published>2009-05-31T23:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:50:42.944+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' update</title><content type='html'>Well, won't write much for this post, no mood to update and the laziness symptoms are coming back. I have a few things to update so, I'll just put them in order (randomly) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm slowly beginning to grasp the basics of reverse psychology, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kiddin&lt;/span&gt;'. It sucks when you use it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My driving exam is fucking tomorrow, w00t. I'm so ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I noticed that unnatural relationship are starting to spread like wildfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Something struck me last night. I remembered I watched a documentary about love, it was on Valentine's Day, I guess. So to cut it short, apparently, one of the part of our brain that controls the feeling of love is the same as the part that produces the emotion of fear. That's right, kids, fear. To think about it, I can recall one of the many &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mangas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've read mention something like "Fear is the greatest aphrodisiac". I did a lil' research but I'm not gonna turn this post into a semi-biology textbook so screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If you fall in love with someone, you are actually afraid of that someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit ::: I'm "scared to death" of someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-1472075909705017512?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/1472075909705017512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=1472075909705017512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1472075909705017512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/1472075909705017512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-update.html' title='A lil&apos; update'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5445575325491242098</id><published>2009-05-28T00:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:20:55.382+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh and the world laugh with you</title><content type='html'>The real comedy starts at 1.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4Y4keqTV6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4Y4keqTV6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully aware that this is the first time a youtube video invade my blog and I'm not angry over its space consumption as watching it cures cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it and enjoy being infected with the laughter virus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5445575325491242098?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5445575325491242098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5445575325491242098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5445575325491242098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5445575325491242098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/05/laugh-and-world-laugh-with-you.html' title='Laugh and the world laugh with you'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-941128214491410577</id><published>2009-05-27T01:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:36:03.251+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My noisy, noisy mind</title><content type='html'>You know, taking a break in this hectic life sure is great. It's like competing in an F1 race, you are bound to stop at a pit stop. You're body and perhaps your soul need some timeout. Let the engine cool, repace yourself and buckle up for the next part of life. Anyway, this viciously boring and long "holiday" has its pros too and I think it provides me with what I need - A time to think. I never really bother myself to think about the little aspects of my life and how they affect going through my everyday life. I've been thinking, why can't I sleep in a quiet environment, I need at least the noise coming out from the fan to put myself to sleep. So I tried sleeping without those noise. Then, I ask myself, why can't I sleep. I close my eyes and try to doze off but I can't. My mind just can't seem to stop thinking about anything, eveything. What I did today, what am I going to do tommorrow, why I did that, why I did this bla, bla, bla. I just can't seem to fucking pipe em' down. Hence, the post title. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, I kinda had some kind of revelation, an epiphany of some sort. Is that why I like maths and thinking logically ( crap included ), I asked myself. Maybe, it could be. Who knows, it sounds theoretical but I kinda like it - it brings light to my life and knowing myself better seem to makes me happy, I don't know, call me weird but it brings satisfaction which I can't really reason why. Who cares anyway, I don't. I'd do anything to rid myself from this eternal boringness. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-random musing ends here-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-941128214491410577?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/941128214491410577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=941128214491410577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/941128214491410577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/941128214491410577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-noisy-noisy-mind.html' title='My noisy, noisy mind'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5752780156241587285</id><published>2009-05-24T18:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:02:20.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't die from boredom... yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Sunday today is unexpectedly lively. After continuous painful torcher from many days of nothingness and boringness, a day like this is indeed needed to cheer me up. Honestly, those dull days can really affect my mood and physical state. Damn, I was bloody emo a few days ago, felt agitated, felt like beating someone, my finger didn't stop fidgeting. Urgh, it was horrible, I almost fell sick too. Those kind of days can really make me go mentally deranged. So emo that I can't even bring myself to blog. Oh, right, that was because of my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was kinda awesome, morning started with me waking up early, around 6-ish, thanks to Justin's random sms, lol. Who could have known random stuff can cure you of waking up late. It doesn't really matter if i don't wake up at 6-ish, my alarm will still go off at 7, urgh. Had my weekly taekwondo session today and it was kinda cool cuz I sweated alot and actually felt good. Endorphin is my best bud. Two of my seniors came by today and they somehow lift up the mood. It was tiring but the sudden burst of endorphin in my body really felt good. lol. That sounded wrong, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the afternoon, my dad managed to force me to go join the bowling competition held by his officemates. With a body that ached and yawns that rivalled Snorlax's, I brought myself to join it. Contrary to what I thought, it was actually fun, lol. Well, I kinda have this problem interacting with adults due to some past experience but hell, they were young at heart and they were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, today was awesome, yeah, I know I said that a few times already but heck, I don't give a damn. I wish every single day would be like today then I can blog more lol. Plus, I won't emo... I hate emo-ing! It sucks, bigtime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5752780156241587285?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5752780156241587285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5752780156241587285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5752780156241587285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5752780156241587285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-die-from-boredom-yet.html' title='I haven&apos;t die from boredom... yet'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-8155211393762737762</id><published>2009-05-09T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:49:03.582+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And Life Continues</title><content type='html'>I'm not lost anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found back my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, but surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the 11 years of schooling didn't go to waste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-8155211393762737762?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/8155211393762737762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=8155211393762737762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8155211393762737762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/8155211393762737762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-life-continues.html' title='And Life Continues'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-243617024714704373</id><published>2009-04-30T05:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:43:55.771+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Ah, dammit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it all began as flu. A normal flu. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I slept, I woke up and I can't shake it off. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then I took one of those medicine that suppose to get rid of this annoying flu. As a side-effect, it made me super drowsy plus it pretty much dehydrates me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;, throat so dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 3 am. Flu is partially gone but now I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slight&lt;/span&gt; fever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;panadol&lt;/span&gt; and I'm gonna continue my adventure in the dream land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;narrative-ness&lt;/span&gt; of this post, too lazy to whip up better sentences. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;, gonna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ZZZZzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-243617024714704373?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/243617024714704373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=243617024714704373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/243617024714704373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/243617024714704373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6491715185620902345</id><published>2009-04-29T16:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:29:17.262+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A question</title><content type='html'>Is it your history that defines you or do you define your own history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6491715185620902345?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6491715185620902345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6491715185620902345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6491715185620902345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6491715185620902345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/04/question.html' title='A question'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5275825034679934792</id><published>2009-04-20T00:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:37:27.348+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day ( insert random number here )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow, I've got myself to update this blog of mine and this time, I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to not focus on my abysmal boredom which can be compared to the very air I breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/Sesz4zE1yiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p5KL6j3w5qM/s1600-h/Boredom_by_Nullermanden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/Sesz4zE1yiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p5KL6j3w5qM/s320/Boredom_by_Nullermanden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326408035171944994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, last week, eh, I meant last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (time really feels slow), I had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tronoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Perak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Petronas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;educamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is actually a cover name for 2-day interview. I picked Economy as my first choice but didn't get it. Instead, I got civil engineering (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; choice). Courses in oversea are really hard to get for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Petronas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think it was like 100++ was selected amongst 1500+ from the 8000 applicants for the oversea study. However, local studies are more available, around 500+ if I'm not wrong. Great thing is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Petronas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't really focus on academic performance as much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does which is really good for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;phailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" people like me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rambling about the scholarship, I'll go straight to the camp/interview itself. Mine was on the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; till 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; April. Basically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;eerr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... 4 test&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s that I need to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; aside from the interview itself; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; test, science and maths test which caught me off guard (I forgot the formulas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;), comprehension test to check on how fast you can pick up the points and IQ test in the form of diagram which I think, is my favourite so far. Always do em' last time. For future candidates, it doesn't hurt to open back your books to revise the formulas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Bah, it's pretty basic but I'm just dumb at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' sidetrack here, we had to sleep in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;APBM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (forgot what it stands for), it's a campus located 8-9 minutes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;UTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I shared my room with 3 other guys, I was lucky that it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;just so happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; that the other 3 guys were HS fellas, my classmates too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. That night, shit happened. The campus went blackout. The WHOLE campus.. pissed me off... I mean, we were dead tired (arrived at the campus around 11+ pm) and as we came back, the whole campus went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kapoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. We slept anyway but it sure was hot as hell. The power came back around 2.30am. I'm psychic, of course I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;moment-of-truth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;konon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. All of the candidates were divided into 2 groups. One had to go for the interview first while the other did their IQ tests. I did my interview first. I was to talk about preventing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Crimes, all the points were pretty much given, and all that I need to do is talk and elaborate a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' bit. Funny thing is, I got so friendly with the interviewers that I took way longer than I needed to for my intro :P (talking about theatre, no idea how it got there though). For the group discussion, I had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the way the discussion was going as 1 of em can't really speak English. After a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; discussion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of crapping (really!), we had to finalise our solution. For some reason, religious teaching was brought in, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;funneh&lt;/span&gt;. I concluded that a special programme for the young and old that teaches them ways to defend against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; crime and the inappropriateness of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;comitting&lt;/span&gt; them plus religious teachings so that it is more holistic. It was long, it was somewhat off-topic, it was weird but we somehow made the interviewers nod in agreement. I guess years of crapping with confidence paid off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. Overall, I think I did an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; job for my interview. What's left for me is to hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Another funny thing happened to me during the individual interview. I was talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; blah blah blah and said "I believe even you two have an account". They look at each other, they look at me and said "No". I feel so dumb at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, shit la, forgot to update about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;currrent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt;. As I said, I'll try to avoid the boring part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been guitar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; lately, obviously, since I've got nothing better to do and glad to say I'm improving. It's at a slow pace though (don't really have the flair for music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; but it's fun). Note to self, I can't sing to save myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been working on some other stuff which I can't tell at the moment due to its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overwhelming secretiveness&lt;/span&gt;. Is that even a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5275825034679934792?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5275825034679934792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5275825034679934792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5275825034679934792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5275825034679934792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-insert-random-number-here-i.html' title='Day ( insert random number here )'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/Sesz4zE1yiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p5KL6j3w5qM/s72-c/Boredom_by_Nullermanden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5693872637476081187</id><published>2009-03-25T00:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:15:22.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Of calluses and ho-hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you can't have what you want, it's time to start wanting what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-Kathleen A. Sutton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I almost went into hiatus mode again, but thanks to my sporadic high-spirited mood, I got myself to update. Haha, talk about weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my fingertips now look like a zombie's. Really, I'd be looking at it and say "Eew.." A major turn-off, I should say. All of that thanks to my idleness as because of that, I'm now holding my guitar almost 24-7. Heck, my guitar even sleeps with me. I'm not really practising though, I'm just playing it for the fun of it. Which makes me wonder, what the hell am I gonna do with the permanent school-holiday I'm having right now? :P I might work but bah... The question remains as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result for JPA scholarship will be posted tomorrow!! Worried, I am. Btw, I took actuarial science as my first choice and really hoping for JPA since I heard it's the best after Bank Negara. My SPM isn't that good, mind you. I'm scared of these 2 possibilities : 1. I'm not gonna get JPA at all or 2. I'll get JPA but getting other course than actuarial science. Yes, I'm a picky guy. As to why I chose act. scn. as my first choice, I can't really tell. It's just that my heart seem to be longing for it. Or maybe just because I have no interest other than it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was in NS, free time was scarce and every break time was appreaciated to last second. Now, I'm home. Free time is everyday, anytime and I feel every second of it is being wasted. I guess it's time to be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5693872637476081187?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5693872637476081187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5693872637476081187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5693872637476081187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5693872637476081187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-calluses-and-ho-hum.html' title='Of calluses and ho-hum'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-6048107346703632820</id><published>2009-03-21T14:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:15:32.438+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A rebirth</title><content type='html'>After a year of hiatus, guess I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; back. As to whether I'll be active after this post pretty much depends on how busy or spirited I am. I shall not apologise for leaving this blog for such a long time, but I'll just say "I'm back!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing that I've left so many events and things unwritten, guess I'll briefly go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First big event, I went to NS! Haha. It was rather boring in the beginning and at the end but I did have a good time there. It pretty much boils down on you look at it. A positive thinking is all there is to it ( Thanks to Yi Wei for telling me that ). I was depressed in the first month - all because I was too negative that I failed see the greener side of it. Having new friends are a great boon to me. Especially those you can share you "nuttiness". I considered myself very lucky to meet friends like Vicknes, a cool yet funny fellow, Andrew the true joker, Khai, a true friend and he always be there when you need a friend, Chief ( Daus ), a leader versus a friend and many more and would take 2 whole post to list them out. Unfortunately or fortunately, I was infected with conjunctivis ( A contagious eye disease ) somewhere along the way but in that time only did I discover friends that is very hard to find nowadays. You see, when I got infected, I had to be quarantined and ostracised from the rest of my company mates. I even had to eat at a different time. So one friend of mine took the trouble to send food to my room - Something which I would never forget. Sometimes, it's this little thing that people seem to miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to hold and try out M16, woot! ( Yes, the one always used by CT in Counter Strike, or b43 ). It was quite exhilarating shooting with it. The impact on shoulder when shooting isn't really that strong actually - People kept asking me about this. People in public, hear me out! NS is NOT harsh, I repeat, NS is NOT harsh. Although they use alot of psychology *ehem*swearing*ehem* but that actually builds your toughness - The best way for people to grow up is stand back up on their feet after being pushed down. As to whether I changed or not, I really can't tell but people said I've changed abit. I dunno....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets move on to other topic, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow got into remixing songs. The programs I use to do it is FL Studio, quite a nifty programs I should say - It's a good software for newbies and professional. It's simple but the result can be awesome in the hands of a master. I've made a few remixes already but none of them sounded they way I wanted them to sound. Which is why I'm devoting and wasting my time on the Internet learning it. Heck, I even learnt a few basic scales for the sake of it all. I am getting better at it though - It's a slow process but I'll get there somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this post should stop now because I don't really like long post, haha! Besides, I'm going out to buy some stuff. So I'll end it here~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-6048107346703632820?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/6048107346703632820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=6048107346703632820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6048107346703632820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/6048107346703632820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2009/03/rebirth.html' title='A rebirth'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3378951150023471282</id><published>2007-10-07T03:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:14:45.519+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Eden</title><content type='html'>Time flies in the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;and abruptly halt like collided times&lt;br /&gt;Pandora's Box opened&lt;br /&gt;and evil reigned over&lt;br /&gt;But hope there is not&lt;br /&gt;only evil, only malice&lt;br /&gt;But lives continue to flow&lt;br /&gt;like undead living in dark glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm no emo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that poem for my English essay. I chose the one word title which is "2040"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ya, basically I was emo-ing during that time; had my History test before that and, well, it was ugly, really really ugly &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3378951150023471282?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3378951150023471282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3378951150023471282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3378951150023471282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3378951150023471282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2007/10/dark-eden.html' title='Dark Eden'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-7230228423957767284</id><published>2007-10-03T17:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:07:33.191+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>After weeks and weeks of unannounced and sudden hiatus ( Not that it never happen before.. )&lt;br /&gt;, I'm finally back. Yes, back. Unfortunately, I'm on exam. I know it's bad timing but who cares. I miss posting. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of thing to write but not now though - at least not all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no time to lose here. I shall begin with the worse daily morning assembly. Somewhere around 3 weeks ago. I emceed another usual assembly (again!). When the Lutfi fella was talking, the PA system went down. So, following his natural animal instinct, he yelled. Then he ended, I panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're really really oblivious to who I am, you should know that I'm no loud mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I do what all normal human beings would do, join in the yelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that particular event was marked as the most embarrassing moment for the year 2007....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-7230228423957767284?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/7230228423957767284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=7230228423957767284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/7230228423957767284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/7230228423957767284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5530905104199379000</id><published>2007-09-10T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:48:41.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes another string!</title><content type='html'>If you refer to the post right before, you should notice that I went to Carrefour? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I broke a guitar string ( Eh, my dad actually ), so I had to replace that string so I was there to but strings. Yes, strings cuz I decided to change all the strings since it looked so freaking worn out. ( Original colour: White, Now: Copper orange ) Yeah, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, complaining. Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I broke another string, DRAT!! ( this time it's my fault ). You see, I got this software from a friend - Guitar Pro v.5 ( quite famous ). Being "clever", I used the tuning tools ( they show whether your tuning is correct or not thru mic ). So I turned, turned, turned and *piang* goes the string. The first thought came was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What the hell did I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the hell did I do? I mean, it's not even correct yet that time and bloody hell, It still tells me to turn it even though the pressure on the turner was strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm aware that most of the blame goes to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic, SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. no more teacher-complaining or condemning the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's about how I'm currently screwing up, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah damn, just remembered got another homework to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me simplify it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry : Make less sense than penguin on a pitchfork *horrors*&lt;br /&gt;Biology : Fact-pack! And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; hate facts and names that doesn't sync with me xD&lt;br /&gt;Physics : Too much sense needed, making it senseless as it is -.-&lt;br /&gt;History : screwed beyond repair - Too many facts, dates and names ( I repeat, I hate these kind of things ). Beside, I think the last thing I learnt about form 4 was somewhere in chapter 5 and currently, I'm on the 10th chapter - the last chapter... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apparent&lt;/span&gt; that I'm screwed! weee, yesh, I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to fix it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to tatabahasa xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5530905104199379000?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5530905104199379000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5530905104199379000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5530905104199379000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5530905104199379000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-goes-another-string.html' title='There goes another string!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-2689749097436341474</id><published>2007-09-08T18:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:54:25.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of guitar and school day</title><content type='html'>Ah, finally, my guitar is finally 6-stringed :P . The 4th string broke a few days ago and I was just too busy and honestly lazy to go out and buy the strings. Bought it at Carrefour. And yes, that means I just got back from there. I don't know why but destiny always leave me in questions - meeting TWO teachers from High School seems very peculiar ( and one three high school guys -.- ). It's not that I hate them or something like that, it's just annoying seeing these people after school. ( I was in school uniform )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Plus, today's Saturday :P . Apparently ( haha ), we have to ganti one of our holiday ( again! ). Forgot which one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, today's attendance was horrible ( no shock here! ). My class attendance was 12/29, next class was 6 out of 30-ish. So basically, today sucked :P . However, I still can't find the reason why teacher still insisted to teach. I mean, I read one of the P&amp;amp;P rule and it states that there's no need to teach if 50% or more students are absent or simply not there. Anyway, doesn't really 'bother' me 'that' much. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to ultimate-guitar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-2689749097436341474?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/2689749097436341474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=2689749097436341474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2689749097436341474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/2689749097436341474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2007/09/matters-of-guitar-and-school-day.html' title='Matters of guitar and school day'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-851966281828099582</id><published>2007-08-28T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:57:22.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Of baldness (again) and Holidays</title><content type='html'>Firstly, HOOOOORRRRRRAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unofficially announced ( in fact, they didn't even announce it ), the prefect-must-cut-ala-johore thing is canceled or at least postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday in another 2 days' time and can't wait for it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is short cuz i have no time -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-851966281828099582?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/851966281828099582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=851966281828099582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/851966281828099582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/851966281828099582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-baldness-again-and-holidays.html' title='Of baldness (again) and Holidays'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-5642007490117879445</id><published>2007-08-21T23:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:39:53.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Pro - Not me!</title><content type='html'>Well, just got back from my friend's house. Helped him with some stuff. I don't see why I should go on detail on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before that, I was in Summit.( Yes, yes, I know summit's so ancient but it's still the best to me :P ). Didn't do much there, just bought a new DVD - Guitar pro software! Finally, the program which I've been looking for ages ( My last one seem to have disappeared -.- ). Been wanting this program for ages. The trial only lasted for 15 days! Will install it after I finish typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;fun but it was okay. Just catching up with the old time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, guess that's it. So happy whatever-you're-doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-5642007490117879445?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/5642007490117879445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=5642007490117879445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5642007490117879445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/5642007490117879445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2007/08/guitar-pro-not-me.html' title='Guitar Pro - Not me!'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-3477970367314865949</id><published>2007-08-17T21:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:25:07.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baldness and Cert - Continuation</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I KNOW where they got the inspiration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's none other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2007/055/e/2/Dr__Evil_Spears___Britney_Lama_by_bozooart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-3477970367314865949?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/3477970367314865949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=3477970367314865949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3477970367314865949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/3477970367314865949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2007/08/baldness-and-cert-continuation.html' title='Baldness and Cert - Continuation'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329766948399362060.post-9200184316294926158</id><published>2007-08-17T20:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:57:05.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baldness and Certs</title><content type='html'>You know, life will never cease to come up with more dumb stuff when you least expected and you know what, they never seem to stop making me laugh - of getting high on penguin, to getting high on Dodo. Now what? Well, it's "get bald and get a certificate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you heard the story, you've read the newspaper - Johor students are going to get bald and all of em' will get a certificate for &lt;s&gt;un&lt;/s&gt;willingly cut their hair monk-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my school saw this news as "a step to achieve zero defect". Being kiasu and nerd, they chose to make this haircut a must for all students, and of course, starting from prefects. HOW COOL IS THAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seeing that almost nobody followed it, they thought off a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; plan. "We shall give them certificate". And there goes the dumb idea - get a haircut ala johor style and get a certificate as a sign of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, "we" are not SO desperate for certificate to the point where we wanted to be bald. I mean, wth, they're better off asking us to shave our hair under our armpit than to make our heads look like an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine someone interviewing for a high-post and use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; certificate in his resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CEO&lt;/span&gt; : So, why do think you are liable for this job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt; : Because I was once bald and I have a certificate for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CEO&lt;/span&gt; : -.-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chio-istic&lt;/span&gt; idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329766948399362060-9200184316294926158?l=lifejustaparody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/feeds/9200184316294926158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329766948399362060&amp;postID=9200184316294926158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/9200184316294926158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329766948399362060/posts/default/9200184316294926158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifejustaparody.blogspot.com/2007/08/baldness-and-certs.html' title='Baldness and Certs'/><author><name>Um - Air</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323351637021773799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaMzZ5ICsTo/TJNyf9DMreI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmTULi_X9Cg/S220/picci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
